Maha Swe - Thin shirt

Chapter (1)

A large courtyard on the west side of Pyay Road is surrounded by 4 rows of concrete pillars about 8 inches in diameter and barbed wire, and between the pillars, spaced about 7 feet apart, are small trees about the height of a human chest. The tops are trimmed with mali kula, making it a beautiful sight. Two large gates, one on the north side of Pyay Road and one on the south side, are used as entrances and exits. On the pillar, which is about a foot in diameter, there is a bronze sign with the words “Watthlon U Htwe Maung” written in both English and Burmese.

If you look over the fence from the country road, you will see a large two-story building with a gate, a servants' quarters, and a water tank with a well pump. It is only 11 am, and the clouds are playing with each other, revealing and covering the sun.

Meanwhile, a large, bright-colored sedan car honked its horn and pulled into U Htwe Maung's courtyard and stopped under the entrance. A 45-year-old woman with glasses and a 50-year-old man with a slim figure wearing a loose-fitting sports shirt and a bulging belly were waiting for them at the entrance. A 50-year-old man wearing a scarf, a 46-47-year-old woman with a slim figure and a 24-year-old young man got out of the car.

"Now... now, come inside."

"The old man said and led them to the living room. As they sat on the half-sunken sofas, the old man looked at the two hosts and said...

"Where are you going, Mary?"

“I went to the market with one of my friends. I told him that Ko Nyunt Maung and I would come and visit him. He had already promised me that he would come. But I went with him, saying that I would come back soon.”

The host, U Htwe Maung, and the guest, U Nyunt Maung, were friends from school, and they went to Bilap to study weaving together, and they returned together. However, U Nyunt Maung had no criminal record. He lived peacefully with more than 3,000 acres of paddy and bank interest, and U Htwe Maung was a well-known and well-paid person for his weaving work.

U Nyunt Maung had a son who had returned from Bilaap after completing his studies in the Vutlon school. Both parents had arranged for U Nyunt Maung's son, Tin Maung Nyunt, who had returned from Bilaap to marry U Htwe Maung's daughter, Mary, who had graduated from the Kyaung Vu nunnery. Tin Maung Nyunt was involved in university politics, so he would not obey his parents' influence everywhere.

Mary was also a stubborn girl who would do whatever he wanted, as she was a school dropout.

U Htwe Maung sent Mary to boarding school when she was 7 years old, hoping to help her daughter learn more English and develop a strong sense of self. At 15, Mary was sent to a day school because of her religious beliefs and her inability to speak Burmese well. Mary was dropped out of school at the age of 19 in the 10th grade.

The adults had not known the two young men since childhood, and since Tin Maung Nyunt had gone to Bilab when Mary was a 15-year-old day school student, they were like complete strangers, so they invited them as a casual visit, hoping to meet them from time to time so that they could become like-minded.

In some of the guest rooms, there were pictures and dolls hanging on the walls. Tin Maung Nyunt had been to this room when he was a university student. He hadn't looked carefully. Now, he wanted to look around, but he didn't dare to get up and sit there in awe. A good man should sit in awe in someone else's house. He shouldn't wander around looking at things he hasn't seen before, like a wild animal. If he hadn't, he would have had to peek in the house's window.

The picture that caught Tin Maung Nyunt's eye was a painting on a wall and another picture below it. The thin U Htwe Maung looked at Tin Maung Nyunt with a sweet smile and...

“That’s a picture that an artist drew with his imagination and sold it for 25 kyats. It’s a picture of John Baker sitting at Alaungpaya. It looks like a very energetic person. Come and take a look.”

"Tin Maung Nyunt got up and left." U Htwe Maung was praising the picture of Alaung Pagoda, but he thought that Tin Maung Nyunt would not look at the picture of Mary under the picture of Alaung Pagoda.

Tin Maung Nyunt saw an Englishman kneeling on the throne, arms folded, while Alaung Pagoda was holding a sword.

I looked at the picture below for a long time. The picture below shows her wearing Burmese clothes, a pink silk blouse, a hair band, a diamond necklace, and a diamond bracelet, all adorned with jewelry. She is kneeling on a chair, one hand resting on a small stool. It is a 24-inch enlarged color image, showing her healthy, strong, and well-proportioned figure.

Her eyes were small and wispy, so Tin Maung Nyunt didn't like the way her eyebrows were shaped, but he liked the clear eyes under the curled eyelashes and Mary's lips that were red when she smiled. When he looked at Mary's whole body, he decided that she was cute.

A good man should not stare at anything for too long without restraint, and he turned his eyes away, and returned to the table where the sofas were. Tin Maung Nyunt's mother, Daw May May Tin...

"That's Mary, my son. What a beautiful woman. She was the first among the girls that year, not only because of her beautiful face, but also because of her beautiful body."

"I think I'll be a little taller than Tin Maung Nyunt when I grow up. Tin Maung Nyunt is only about an inch taller."

"Huh, is he even 5 feet 4 inches tall? I'm 5 feet 5 inches."

Tin Maung Nyunt felt embarrassed when he heard that a girl's physical strength was stronger than his own.

As a student, I studied hard, raised my fists and shouted "This is our land, this is our land," but I didn't participate in the games and celebrations. Any parent wants to be proud of their strong children. Mary is at a level that can be proud of. She is not a shy and shy girl. She is someone who always wants to be apart from those who are thin and thin.

“Does he speak Burmese well, Daw Daw? Are their school graduates ripe? Open an orange. Birds, couples, sitting on a tree, they talk like that.”

"I used to say these things. Now they're gone. I can speak very fluently. I've been laughing at what he said once, and I've been feeling angry and embarrassed, and I've been trying really hard to learn. Even my grandmother can't get him to speak."

U Htwe Maung's wife, Daw Thin Thin Kyu, raised her eyebrows and smiled at her son-in-law, who was listening, as if to testify that she had been pretty when she was young.

"Mary, tell me the lesson you're embarrassed about, Ma Thin Kyu."

“This is different. When Mary was brought out of the dormitory in the evening, Daw Daw said that she was sick and would have grilled fish for dinner. Mary, haven’t they finished cooking the fish yet? I said, “Let’s see,” and Daw Daw went with me. Ma’am, all the fish have been washed. They said, “I’ll cook them.” They laughed loudly, saying, “I’ll cook them.”

When Daw Thin Kyu finished speaking, everyone laughed again. At that moment, a car horn honked and a large gray sedan pulled up and stopped in front of the entrance. A young woman, about 19 years old, wearing a lightning-colored bonnet, high-heeled shoes, and the thinnest cotton jacket, got out of the car. She said, “Mami, come here,” and was about to run up the stairs when Daw Thin Kyu called out, “Hey... Mary, come here,” and she strode into the living room with great strides.

“This is Tin Maung Nyunt, the Tin Maung Nyunt that my mother told me about.”

“Oh.. Tin Maung Nyunt?”

Mary walked over to Tin Maung Nyunt and held out her hand. Tin Maung Nyunt stood up, took Mary's hand, and greeted her in the traditional way. Then Mary sat down on an empty sofa near her mother.

Tin Maung Nyunt was particularly impressed by the elegant proportions of her small waist, high breasts, and full hips. However, the thin, lace bodice of her thin, lace-trimmed blouse was cut almost to her navel, leaving only a hand's breadth of cleavage at the back, exposing half of her breasts. Although she did not like wearing such thin blouses, the guest remained silent.

Although I don't like wearing thin clothes, I can't help but look at her strong arms, wide chest, and perky breasts. I often sneak a peek.

“I haven’t seen Mary Tin Maung Nyunt since she was an adult… I’m sorry, I’m a girl. Why didn’t you make me your friend? It would have been great if we had become friends earlier.”

"Where did you meet? When Mary left the dormitory, Tin Maung Nyunt was going to the gym. Now we are friends."

“Uncle and Daddy are very dear friends. Mommy and Daddy are also very dear. Uncle's son and Mary have just met. It would have been better if they had met earlier. We met late.”

Mary seemed to have said what she meant, but the adults didn't seem to think much about it. Only Tin Maung Nyunt seemed to be thinking about the meaning. The thought of whether Mary had any boyfriends made Tin Maung Nyunt feel heavy. Tin Maung Nyunt had already convinced Mary that she would get the chance to wear a shirt if she could talk her way out of it one day, so he kept thinking about Mary's words, "I'm late to meet you," and he felt sad.

"Mary, wait a minute, Tin Maung Nyunt," he said, and left the living room. After about 10 minutes, I heard the song "I Love You Whistle" from the middle room. I could also hear the sound of the wind whistling along with the song "Ma Chee Ma Naeng". The people in the living room looked at each other with smiles, and then Daw Thin Kyu...

"That's Mary's voice. I've never had any trouble or trouble since I was born. I've lived like a child. I've just been whistling the English songs I learned at school."

Meanwhile, Mary arrived. A moss-colored Georgette Long skirt. The same as the Paduma dress she had worn earlier. The loose fit made the waist, hips, and thighs more prominent. Tin Maung Nyunt looked at her with a satisfied expression and smiled. Daw Thin Kyu realized what Tin Maung Nyunt was looking at and smiled..

"If you don't wear a seat belt, you can't be trusted. That's why we ask you to wear a seat belt when you have guests over."

“Yes. Girls who always wear dresses don’t always wear Burmese long skirts. I’ve even seen a friend of mine cry because her dress fell off in the middle of a crowd when she was changing into a long skirt.”

"It's cold, of course. Mary too.."