Mya Than Tint - Maya Bon

When Aye Ma and I arrived at the small tree house on the hundred-foot road, it was still early morning, and the rain had not yet completely cleared.

As the name suggests, the hut is a hut without a roof, with four thick wooden poles and a wooden floor under a thorn tree with small leaves scattered around. At first, it was a large hut with a tin roof and a small porch. However, I don't know how many times have passed. Now it is old and dilapidated. The tin roof is gone, the wooden fence is gone, and the pillars on the porch are gone. Only a small stump with a wooden floor is left in the middle. Since Aye Ma became a person, the hut has been seen as a hut.

At the foot of the thorn tree, there is a brick water pot. On the brick pedestal, two old, discolored clay pots are placed. There is no cover. On one of the water pots, an old bamboo water spout is placed crosswise.

A hundred feet before the station, the tractor turned south and stopped. The tractor trailer was full of travelers. It was full of baskets, baskets, and bags. It was the tractor that Aye Ma and La La Sa bought. There were no fields in their village, only fields. Since there were no fields, the tractor could not plow the fields. If it could plow the fields, it would not plow the fields well . There were palm trees in the fields around Aye Ma's village. It was difficult to drive the tractor among the palm trees.

It's time-consuming. Farmers believe that the oil from the tractor makes the soil sloppy. Therefore, they can't plow the fields.

One thing is good. Their village has a tractor, so it is easy to get around. If you want to go to a nearby village, you don’t need to rent a cart, you can go by tractor. It saves money and takes less time. Sometimes, if you have a trip, you can go to the towns north of Yama, such as Pearl, Yinmapin, and Nyaungpingyi Seik. That is why the Aye Ma village likes the tractor.

“Hey, Aye Ma, if you get off at Katundza, why are you staring?”

Ko Tin Tun, who was driving the tractor, turned around and shouted without stopping the machine.

"Huh?"

Ayemak stuck out her tongue and jumped out of the back of the bed. She rubbed her hips with one hand. In the other hand, she was holding a cheap handbag with a fake logo on it. She was wearing a matching orange T-shirt and a matching T-shirt. It was starting to look old.

"As usual, Ko Tin Htun..."

Aye Maka unzipped her plastic handbag and took out fifty coins.

“What is the custom...” “Fifty rupees, that’s right...” “For the three bags of beans and the one for free.” “The three bags of beans are a free bean bag.”

Aye Mak said with a smile.

"What's the deal with the free beans? You guys are giving them away for free, right? No, I'll give you three kyats for one bag, and I'll reduce the cost."

Ko Tin Tun shouted loudly at the sound of the tractor. Ko Tin Tun was kind. He was ten years older than Ma. He had just finished tractor driving training and was driving the tractor. His skin was tanned from the sun, his eyes were dark, and he was wearing an old green army shirt, a 20-year-old cotton long-sleeved shirt, and an old army cap on his head. His teeth were black from eating betel nut.

“No, I can’t give it to you. Rob, just take one and a half kyats. I’ll give you the bags.”

Aye Mak handed me another old kyat and turned to the back of the tractor.

"I'm going to die, I haven't paid you the full amount yet, I've still got to carry the bean bags, Joe, please help me put the bean bags down, it's taking a while, I have to go to the water source, I'll be late."

“Which bags?” “Three bags of chickpeas, quick, quick.”

Three or four people on the trailer pushed down large bags of beans. The bags of beans were two baskets and three baskets. There were six baskets in total.

“Is that it?” “Yes, but not really.”

The sound of the machine made Aye-maa laugh loudly. The people on the tractor laughed, enjoying her words.

"What's right or wrong? What's left?"

"A piece of plastic, and a bedroll, a bedroll is important."

A red plastic basket fell from the tractor. Inside the plastic basket were a few small items. A metal bowl filled with rice, a bottle of water, two or three comic books, a pack of palm leaves, and a brand-new battery.

The bedroll fell to the ground. A small, compact bedroll tied to an old tarp with rope.

"Is that it?"

“Yes, that’s it. Thank you, Ko Tin Tun Gyi.”

Aye Mak grabbed the tractor's rear wheel and walked over to Ko Tin Htun. The tractor's rear wheel was covered in cow dung, so Aye Mak frowned as she grabbed it. Ko Tin Htun was laughing as he watched her from the front seat.

"I saw cow dung on the Aye Aye Thun bike, didn't I?"

"I saw it." "If you see it, be very careful."

Ko Tin Tun pointed at the bicycle and asked. Ko Tin Tun seemed to be saying that a bicycle that is too long should be borrowed. Aye Ma understood.

"I didn't see it, so I grabbed it, you big dead body!"

Aye Mak pursed her lips. Ko Tin Tun laughed loudly and put the tractor in gear. The tractor drove straight up a hundred feet towards the mountain. The sound of the tractor and the laughter from the tractor disappeared in the dust. .

The morning sun has set. The land is red and green. The trees are green and green. The spring breeze is blowing. The dove on the tree is singing softly.

I don’t know how long I’ll have to wait for the bus. I can’t catch the big lorries coming from the Pakokku River. They’ve already passed by. If I don’t catch the local bus, I’ll have to wait for the bus. On the same road, there are big trucks from the timber processing department called “Hino” in their area, big Isuzu trucks called “Dawn” from the Kalasapha, and big trucks from the construction corporation called “GMC” that pass by every now and then. If you wave, they’ll stop. If you meet a friendly driver, you’ll get a free ride. If you don’t like him, there’s no problem. If you give him a small amount of tea, he’ll get you a ride. Rob Pattaya Rob Naga. No need to worry. .

Aye Mak carried the bedroll and sat down on the bench.

Aye Ma had been there many times. There was nothing to worry about. There was nothing to worry about when traveling to a place she had never been to. Sitting alone on the small hut, she had no reason to worry. Aye Ma had been there many times. She had heard of it. Their village was called Linka Taew, a hundred feet away from the Pakokku-Monywa highway, about a hundred meters away. If you want to go to the five-day market towns north of Yamachaung, such as Yinma Pin, Nyaung Pingyi, Sar Thon, Sar Lin, Palle, and Min Tai Pin, you have to go to the small hut at the junction. Wherever you go, you have to leave the hut and wait for the bus. Wherever you go, you have to get off at the small hut.

Soon, he knew his surroundings as well as his palms. There was nothing to fear.

Aye Ma was happy to hear the sound of a car. However, when she looked closely, she saw that the sound was not coming from the south, but from the north bank of Yama Creek. A short while later, a lorry full of people came tumbling down into Yama Creek.

Aye Ma looked towards the car. The journey she was going to take was north of Yama. This car was heading south of Yama. It had nothing to do with Aye Ma. But she looked up to see if there were many people in the village.

The car was moving along the winding road between the onion fields on the bank of the stream. It was struggling in the vast sand, groaning and groaning. A creature carrying an unbearable burden.

Even though a person screams, his scream is pitiful. | The lorry on the other side of the river. Not a single person in their village,

As the car passed by, they started teasing Aye Ma, who was sitting on a tree stump, looking like a Tetron.

"Khin Than Nu, Tin Tin Nyo"

Aye Mak pursed her lips and turned to the side. The sound of the car and the laughter gradually faded away.

As the sound of the car and the laughter faded, the sound of the dove on the tree reappeared.

Looking at the cool Yama Stream.

In the rainy season, Yama is terrifying. The river is wide. In some places, it is almost two miles wide. During the rainy season, you can barely see one side of the river from the other. When the river is in the rain , the waves come roaring down like a swarm of cobras running with their beaks up. When the waves come down, the water rushes down with great speed and erodes everything in sight. When it rains heavily on the right side of the mountain, the river overflows the steep banks, which are only a few palm trees high, destroying the houses and plantations on the hill. It looks like a big wild animal jumping out of a hole with greed. As it flows along the mountain, it is difficult to say whether it is very fast or not.

When crossing the Yama River, look to the right of the stream, and to the left of the mountain. If it is dark on the right of the mountain, do not cross the Yama River. You will surely be swept away by the current. Even if it is raining heavily at the crossing point, the stream does not flow. However, if it is dark on the right of the mountain, the stream flows down like a river. No car can escape the Yama River.