Thein Pe Myint - Love is calling

Chapter (1)

Myo Myint's face was not reflected in the mirror on the table in front of him. The window to his left was also visible. Therefore, the white and brown clouds of the late summer morning were also entering through the window and casting shadows on the mirror. However, Myo Myint's eyes did not reach the white and brown clouds. They were only focused on his boss. He was not satisfied with just smiling at the wheel. He would only be satisfied with holding the other wheel and polishing it. When he finished, the water was dripping on the handle, so he had to wipe it off with a large towel.

As the powder was added, he began to hear the soft, melodious sound of the harp. It was so loud that he could hear it. The sound of the harp came in softly, softly, and softly. Myo Myint leaned his back against the mirror and the table, gazing into the air, enjoying the taste. Where did this sound of the harp come from? Where did this sound of the harp come from, created by the fingers tapping and plucking the strings of the harp?

Myo Myint slowly walked to the window on the left, where the sound of the harp was coming from, and looked down. To the left, there was a small one-story house next to it. One of the windows in that house was directly opposite Myo Myint's. In the light of that window, a young woman was seen.

The young man sat politely, playing the large lute, while Myo Myint rode above him and saw him.

The young woman, holding the harp in her arms, played like a mother holding her child in her arms. She could clearly see the slender, yellow fingers that were gently plucking and plucking the strings of the harp, and the woman's flowing hair. She could also see the elegance of her body. However, she could not see the woman's face.

Myo Myint wanted to see the invisible face. The "harp" fingers and the bright hair were trying to make him think that he couldn't see it. The young woman didn't even look at the magic, she was just concentrating on the music.

At that time, Myo Myint had just taken a bath and was wearing a long-sleeved shirt. He returned to the table and took the shirt that was on the table and put it on. Then he came back to the window. The young woman was still playing. The harp was shining brightly because it was decorated with gold. When the little hands played the keys, the large tassels on the harp swayed and swayed with the young woman's hair.

When she finished playing, the young woman put the harp aside. At that moment, Myo Myint made a loud sound, and the young woman looked up. The young woman had a beautiful face. As she looked up, her eyes were shining and her lips were suddenly filled with surprise. Myo Myint

Not only did it startle him, but it also dragged him away. Myo Myint was surprised, "I didn't know there was such a young girl in this house," and the young woman wondered, "When did such a young man of this age come to this house?"

While Myo Myint was still looking on, the young woman, acting modest, disappeared from the window, away from the call of shame.

Myo Myint sighed and returned to the table. He put on his long-sleeved shirt, took his books, and went downstairs.

Myo Myint has recently moved to this house. It is located on Mingalar Road in Sanchaung, Yangon, and is owned by his uncle, U Kyaw Hla. U Kyaw Hla is from Myin Mu, Sagaing, and has been away from his native village for a long time. He is now quite successful in Yangon. He is over 50 years old and his wife, Daw Aye Khin, is almost 50. However, they have no children. Myo Myint is studying for an IA degree at Mandalay College.

When he successfully completed his studies and came to live at U Lay's house to continue his studies at Yangon University, U Kyaw Hla and Daw Aye Khin welcomed him as if he were their own son.

The staircase leading to the upper and lower floors was located in the back of the building. In front of the staircase was a room covered with whitewashed teak. In front of the room were a settee chair and a round table. Under the stairs was a large mirrored wardrobe, which was covered with a cloth because it was so bright. In front of the wardrobe was a wooden chest of drawers and a wooden bench (hermit's bench).

U Kyaw Hla was lying on his back on the couch, reading the newspaper. He was tall, thin, and had a bald head. Daw Aye Khin was sitting on a long bench, holding a bowl of rice, looking out at the street. In front of the house were two large iron doors, the one on the side of the settee chairs was closed, and the one on the couch was open. Daw Aye Khin was neither short nor tall, and she was just a little bit fat, and her skin was dark.

"Uncle, I'm going to school," Myo Myint said as he bid farewell, and U Kyaw Hla put down the newspaper.

"Go ahead," he agreed.

Daw Aye Khin said..........

"Oh, Saw Hla Khie, Maung Myo Myint, are you not eating anymore?" he said.

"I have to go without eating today, Daw Daw. It's the college's opening day, so I don't know what the schedule is. So it's better to go early, Daw Daw."

When Daw Aye Khin saw the monks, she stood up, holding the alms bowl.

U Kyaw Hla sat up from his lying position.

"What kind of shops are there for lunch?"

"Yes, Uncle."

"Okay... let's go then"

When Myo Myint reached the road, he walked towards the house where the young woman was. Daw Aye Khin, who was pouring alms, wondered why he had gone out towards Shan Road instead of Pyay Road. However, he forgot about it without thinking about anything else.

The young woman's house was not only low but also narrow. The house was divided into two parts, and the two of them lived there. In front of the house was only four feet of open land. In that four feet of open land, there was a pinna tree, which provided good shade.

There were also flowers and trees planted. When Myo Myint walked past the house, the young woman was watering the yam tree. Myo Myint looked back at the young woman. The young woman glanced sideways at the watering. Then she lowered her eyes and continued watering. When had she been here? Her complexion was clean, her figure was graceful, and she was about twenty years old. At that moment, she heard her mother Daw Thein calling her again.

"Ma Khin Win"

"Sir...."

Oh... Ma Khin Win, the girl is beautiful and her harp is as beautiful as her body. Myo Myint bowed his head and walked briskly, praising her. Well... But the surrounding area looks poor. Myo Myint's thoughts stopped. He turned back to the Shan Road and walked out towards Pyay Road.