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"Here is Kota Gyi"

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A young man, no older than sixteen, was about to enter the market when a voice called out to him. He suddenly stopped walking. He turned around and saw a young girl with a full beard and a smile on her face. The young man's face suddenly turned pale and he was about to say something.

"Where are you going, big brother?" the girl asked again with a sour face.

"I'm going to the market over there to get some snacks, so why are you following me?"

The young man looked anxiously to the four directions, north and south, and asked,

"Because I have something to say"

"No matter what you say, it's not good for you to come here like this. If someone you know sees you on the street, what will they think of you? It's not good for me."

Until the young man spoke with a calm face that was beyond his years.

"Oh, I'm not saying anything good."

"I don't understand, go, I'll be right back. I'll tell you when we get to the street. Don't ever follow me like this again. It's not good for people to see you."

As she was about to speak, the young man cut her off and abruptly turned away, leaving the girl speechless.

Then, about forty minutes later, the young man was seen walking steadily from the direction of the market square, and under the clock tower, he turned left and entered a wide street.

Looking back at the young man's expression as he entered the street, he saw that he was looking left and right, looking for someone.

Maybe it was because he didn't see the person he wanted to see, but the young man looked around for the last time and then slowly walked up the stairs next to the Kala Tea Shop.

Immediately, I saw the young man come to the veranda above the Kala Tea Shop with his inquisitive eyes.

This time, the young man's eyes were fixed on an apartment building in the distance, and after three or four minutes, he didn't know what he saw, and he turned around and went back down the stairs, looking across the street as if he were watching someone.

As soon as he saw a girl coming down the stairs of the apartment he had been focusing on earlier, the young man quickly crossed over and

"Now, sweetie, what do you want to tell me? You can tell me now."

The young man stood facing the girl, who had already taken two steps outside the stairs, and spoke with great restraint.

The girl's behavior was so bold that I was embarrassed now when I met her at the market earlier. . .

"Say it, sweetie, what are you telling me?"

The girl was looking around as if she was worried about something.

"It's no problem, today is Friday, the coffee shops are closed."

The young man looked at the two closed shopping malls on either side of the stairs where they were standing, and the girl pursed her lips as if she was about to speak boldly.

“It’s not about anything else, Kota, Ma Ma Soe.”

Ayecho started to speak, but before continuing, she paused and seemed to be thinking about something.

Ata also had a strange expression on his face as soon as he heard the name Ma Ma Soe.

Not only the prostitutes in their neighborhood, but also young men from the outskirts of Yangon, such as Kamaryut and Insein, came to visit Khin Soe Hla, who was so handsome that they were attracted to her. Khin Soe Hla's face, which was so handsome and beautiful, immediately came to mind.

“Well, what do you say, and Ma Ma Soe?”

But even after I asked, Ayecho became agitated and smiled brightly.

“Mama Soe is saying, all the young men on this street have given her letters, except for Kota.”

I never expected to hear such words, so I couldn't say anything except stare at Ayecho with wide eyes.

"Why didn't you write to Ma Ma Soe, my dear?"

"What does this have to do with you?" Ata asked briskly.

"It's none of my business, Ma Ma Soe asked me to ask."

"What did Khin Soe Hla ask you to do, right? What did he ask you to do?"

"Why didn't you write to him?"

Without answering those words, Atar frowned and said,

"Why should I write to him? I don't like him."

"Huh?"

Ayecho, in surprise, looked at Atar, muttering.

"Hey, if you ask me, tell me I said the same thing."

“You don’t love Kota Ma Ma Soe, do you?”

Because the head was shaking so hard,

"Don't you really love me? Oh, how beautiful you are, Ma Ma Soe."

"Should I love her because she's beautiful? Now, where are you going? Go."

The words were cut here, and the horse also crossed over to his house.

After arriving at the house and sitting down for a few minutes, a whistling sound came from the street, and Ata ran out onto the veranda.

"Hey, big guy, why don't you come and get me?"

A young man of my age called out from below.

"Go away, I'll come with you."

The young man below didn't seem satisfied with that answer and was about to say something else when he suddenly turned around.

"Why should I write? I don't like him."

The man who spoke in such a terse manner seemed to be sitting cross-legged in a chair, pondering the very problem.

*****

Atar recalled an incident he had experienced with Khin Soe Hla more than a year ago.

Ata had been smoking betel since he was about ten years old. This was not because Ata was so young that he started smoking. It was because his aunts and uncles used to make him smoke when he was four, five or six years old, and he gradually started smoking.

Even then, his parents strictly forbade him from smoking betel nut. However, he had already become accustomed to the taste of tobacco as a snack, and he used to eat it with relish in his parents' presence.

Once, Ata was walking to a betel nut shop on the street to buy betel nut.

Ata suddenly stopped walking at the sound of someone spitting “Thi” and turned to look in the direction of the sound. He saw a group of young women with Khin Soe Hla. They were sitting in front of a silk shop next to the betel nut shop where Ata had gone to buy betel nut, so Ata could clearly see the expressions of all the young women. He could also hear the sound of them giggling and laughing, each with their hands over their mouths.

“Are they deliberately spitting on me when they saw me coming?” Ata thought for a moment. Immediately, he thought about the possibility of being trampled by a palm tree, and without losing his composure, he walked towards the betel nut shop where he had come to depend.

On his way back from buying a hundred betel nuts, Ata passed by the silk factory where the young women were sitting. Here, too, he heard the sound of spitting again.

This time, Atar seemed to be quite angry. Even near the long bench where a group of young women were sitting, Atar stood cross-legged, his face stern, and he looked at me with a stern expression.

I don't know if it was because they saw Ata's strong expression. The group of young women no longer laughed like they did the first time, but looked at each other and remained silent.

Atar knew very well whose voice that was, spitting out like that. He could tell from the depraved young woman's demeanor that it was aimed at him. But Atar didn't say anything. He just looked sideways, like, "What are you doing?" and left.

Ata, feeling a little uneasy about the unpleasant experience, walked over and sat down with a group of young men who were chatting in front of a warehouse about three blocks from the apartment where the young woman was sitting.

"Hey, big guy, what's going on? Your face is so gloomy."

A young man, noticing Ata's behavior, approached him and asked,

"Oh, you idiot, I went to buy betel nut and they spit on me."

At that, both the mandolin players and the young people who were singing stopped their music and focused on the conversation.

"Who is it, Khin Soe Hla?"

Because the first questioner continued to ask questions.

“Okay, Maung Maung, who else is there besides him? Of all of them, this Ngatima is the best, Tauk.”

As he said this, Ata struck the target with a sharp blow.

Here, other young people, except for Maung Maung, were touching each other's hands, and some were asking questions and some were showing off.

"So you beat him up?" Maung Maung asked.

"I didn't say anything, so why should they accuse me of waiting and spitting on me?"

Ata didn't say anything, but seemed to be thinking about it.

"But I got in front of them and they were confused, so that's clear."

Not satisfied, and even with a sharp word, Atar stood up from his seat.

"I'll go again, if you mess up this time, you'll definitely mess up my ass."

As they spoke, they walked away without losing their temper, leaving a group of young men in a state of shock. Just as a group of young men were eagerly looking towards the place where they were going, as if they were about to witness a great event, a group of young women, seeing them walking by, touched each other's hands, and some of them whispered in a gesture of giving Khin Soe Hla a lift.

And so, as he walked along, and came to the front of the young woman, the sound of spitting suddenly reappeared as before.

Ata didn't say anything, just turned around and walked to the betel nut shop, bought another hundred betel nuts, put them in his bag, and left.

"Twi"

The sound of spitting came back louder and clearer than before.

This time, however, Ata came close to the group of young women, and with a jerk, he threw the betel nut out of his hand, then braced himself and stared intently at Khin Soe Hla alone, causing the rest of the group of young women to feel their hearts pounding, anxious about what was about to happen.

"What are you doing, Khin Soe Hla? What have I done to you that makes you act like this, with your mouth and your tongue?"

Atar asked in a clear voice. Khin Soe Hla suddenly didn't answer. He had dared to spit earlier, but now he was shaking and disfigured.

"This is not the behavior of a decent girl, you know?"

"What am I doing to you?"

Now, as if Khin Soe Hla was no longer there, the words came out in a stammering voice.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

An old woman, about fifty years old, suddenly appeared from the silk shop where the young women were sitting, with that question.

At that time, a group of young men also arrived not far from the scene, and only Maung Maung and another young man were there.