Masanda - James James Jot Jot James Jot Jot

Chapter (1)

The train is quite old.

The dark green ship's paint on the walls has faded.

The white ship's paint on the roof was a dirty yellow color.

The words “Ka Myin Ma, Mi Hla Hla Shwe” written in chalk on the wall of the room are now flat and blurry.

The inscription below, “Ko Lu Maung, Ma Than Aye,” is still somewhat fresh.

It doesn't seem like it's been written for a long time. "It's evening, so the sun will be hot in the west."

Hla Hla Swe carefully calculated the east-west direction and sat on the east bench.

The seat he was sitting on was a bit wobbly, so he moved to another seat.

It's still early, so it's still fairly empty. You can choose where you want to sit.

However, shortly after sitting down, Hla Hla Swe suddenly stood up again.

Because a few bugs had gotten stuck between the wooden planks of the seat.

"I don't know if bed bugs and mosquitoes will ever disappear from this world."

He spread out an old newspaper that he had prepared in the basket and sat down again.

Hla Hla Swe always puts a folded newspaper in her basket because she rides the Thingangyun train back and forth.

If you find a chair that is free of bed bugs, it's okay. If you're going to use a chair like this, a folded newspaper can be a good idea.

Sometimes, if it's too much, I even have to tear the newspaper apart.

"The house poems are also infected with bedbugs. I don't know where they came from or how. I guess they came from the bedbugs on the train, or maybe they came from other places?"

Hla Hla Swe felt a sense of unease as she thought. It was like shame... like sadness... she felt like some unnameable feeling was running around in her mind.

Suddenly, I started sweating again, and I wiped the sweat from my forehead with the back of my hand.

"I don't know how Ko Ko Naing would feel if he knew I was like this."

I remember Ko Ko Naing. Ko Ko Naing was his first love.

Beautiful, young, innocent, and gentle, it was my first love in childhood.

It's been a long time.

I think it's been more than three years since I last saw Ko Ko Noin.

However... Hla Hla Swe felt like it happened just yesterday. Thinking back now, tears welled up in her eyes again.

"Well... even if he saw me, he probably wouldn't remember me. I don't know how many girls like me have been in his life."

Hla Hla Swe is so beautiful..

Ko Ko Naing is a wealthy, handsome, educated, and powerful person.

Any girl who uses her brain to some extent, when she meets Ko Ko Naing, she wants to bow down before she can even kiss him.

Hla Hla Swe thought that there were people who wanted to be seduced even without being seduced, so she shouldn't be blamed for being seduced because she was seduced.

However...

The reason he loves Ko Ko Noin is not because of the above qualities.

Even if he doesn't have those qualities, he will love them. | If Ko Ko Naing was a bread and butter seller, he would happily pour the soup pot.

Even if Ko Ko Naing is disabled or has a broken limb, he still takes care of everything, big and small.

When those five hundred and twenty-eight angles of love, admiration, and attachment come together, Ko Ko Naing follows them wherever they go.

Cinema, restaurant, Inyahar, then often to his friend's house.

"What train is this?"

A boy on the machine asked.

His clothes were worn out, his blanket was worn out, and his face was greasy and wrinkled.

"Thingangyun"

"Will the cat arrive?"

"I will arrive"

"When are you leaving?"

"Four thirty-five."

As the boy turned away, the thought came back to his head.

"Let's stay together, Ko Ko"

The way he looked so sad when he said that... and how he avoided even touching her.

Seeing the "marriage" ad in the newspaper, he kept remembering how he had cried so hard.

I fell madly in love with Ko Ko Naing, my first love, and I loved his heart.

I entrusted my heart... my flesh and blood, everything. But...

Ko Ko Naing gave him nothing in return except fake love.

"If I had to count it all over again with this much money, it wouldn't be worth it."

Hla Hla Swe gritted her teeth and thought, "Hla Hla Swe is really poor now. We don't give anything to anyone for free." Well... If it's money and gold... "What's the point of trading? I don't have any money. I need money. I can't just open a shop and sell diamonds, gold, and clothes."

"So I sold my personal belongings, sold what I had because I had nothing to sell, paid for my mother's medicine, my sister's school uniform, and my brother's books."

"And who would pay for the roof, the flooring, the repairs, etc., for free?"

I leaned my head against the window sill of the train. I felt a sense of relief. On the other side of the corridor, I saw two corn stalks beside the train tracks.

It was black and dirty with engine oil.

"When my father was sick, he couldn't do anything. He just stood there, watching. The doctor said that Mori-Ra-min is a medicine that gives strength when injected intravenously. He said that he should eat chicken and drink boiled chicken broth. It's easy...

"If you have money, what's the problem? If you don't have money, it's hard to get even a chicken leg."

Hla Hla Swe sighed. In a way, it was good that my father had passed away. Hla Hla Swe thought it was a loss. Shortly after my father passed away, I met Ko Ko Naing.

His innocent life was ruined without anyone knowing.

It was dirty. Now my mother is sick again.

One day, she became thinner, more lethargic, and more sad and unhappy.

The doctor...

"Eat more meat, eat more beans."

I have already said it.

I've been forced to drink eggs and milk.

"Moriya-min" has already been asked to drink.

"Jerry Yarvic" has been ordered to drink again.

This time, Hla Hla Swe no longer sat there and watched like her father had.

He made money in an unlikely way.

Bought medicine.

"How can I afford it? My salary is about two hundred. Chicken is twenty-six kyats,

"Jerry Yarvits is forty a bottle, four mouthfuls to eat at home."

An old woman, standing on a bench, eating watermelon, threw the watermelon rind onto the train tracks.

He wiped his wet hands with his apron.

"It's not something I can do every now and then. If it gets too public, it'll be a disaster. If my mother finds out, I think she'll die. If my brother and sister find out, oh... I don't want to think about it anymore. I heard that I was caught in a guest house the other day. If I get caught like that, I think I'll die of shame right away."

Hla Hla Swe felt a pang of excitement as she thought about it. She stared at the watermelon rind on the train tracks.

The middle of the waist was cracked from the force of the throw. It was fresh, so the color hadn't changed. It was still a bit damp.

However, soon his ears will be covered in dirt and grime like two ears of corn.

"You can't cover up bad smells for long. If you know it, it's a problem. It's better to get rid of it early."

"If I get my hands on it this time, I wonder if it would be a good idea to open a book rental shop."

The hard part is not having too much food in your hands.

Also, since I have taken the easy path to make money, I no longer want to do small jobs like packing rice and making paper envelopes that cost me a few kyats or five marks.

When I heard my mother's gurgling sound, my brother...

“It’s like a blank book to take notes, sister. Plus, when the school has a teacher’s dance competition, U Shwe Yoe Yeam asks us to dance. It’s like a costume again.”

When he heard that, he would sigh and run away from that dark room, remembering it.

“This is... the Mingalardon train.”

"No, Thingangyun Island"