Akidaw - Nat Nae Kai

"Jong-Jong... Jack-Jack" the train sounds are noisy.

The noise of "should I carry the load?" and "should I hire a porter?" gathered from everyone.

He... carefully dragged his bags off the train, shaking his head at the porters and explaining that he didn't rent them.

The items that come with it are few.

It was possible to carry it alone. So he didn't want to hire a porter, and looking at the people struggling nearby, he took a deep breath.

The realization that "this... is Yangon?" made him feel dizzy.

The first problem I had when I first arrived in Yangon was the mat my mother had given me... Because of that mat, I didn't know how to carry the extra stuff and a handbag full of clothes...

Unfortunately, since I had to come to Yangon, I wore long pants and dark glasses to look like a city dweller.

Just think about it, wearing pants and a scarf.... A scrunchie and dark glasses. Aren't they as different as an Eskimo and a Negro? And yet, they have to keep their faces tight to look like a city boy.

When I left, it was fine... My parents and grandparents sent me away, so I didn't even think about it because one person was pulling this person and the other was pulling the things. I left from the east, north, north, north, and oh... When I arrived in Yangon, it was not easy to carry the things alone.

Oh... trouble, trouble, not only trouble, but also beauty, and so much trouble. I have to rely on myself and carry it myself. If I have to carry it, I have three things, and only two hands.

I looked at the items. It was not special, I decided to carry it as I could, and picked up the largest of the items, the rolled mat. Then I pulled out the important clothes bag.

"Huh?"

Once both hands were full, there was no way I could continue to pull the remaining fries...

So... I put down the bag and didn't look at the frying pan, but the bag... I pulled the frying pan over my head. Then I pulled the bag back up.

"Not bad"

Using one head, you have all the equipment, but your head hurts a lot. If you continue like this, you can beat your head with a whip for about half a furlong and become a Dasagiri with ten human heads. That's not all. If you put a mat on the place where you beat it... That's not a bad idea. The mat will relieve your headache.

He put the whip back down. He placed the rolled up mat on his head. He pulled the whip back.

All the things were there. However, the large, soft blanket draped over his head was blocking his view, so he couldn't see anything ahead. He stumbled in the process. He took a few steps, trying not to trip.

"Hey" "Oh" "Get out" "What kind of a big,

“Hey man, don't go any further... there's a railway in front of you,” came the shouts. I stopped walking. I put the packages back in my hands. I also put the rolled mat back down from my head.

"Oh, yes." I took the wrong turn, and didn't even make it to the railway station...

It won't happen anymore, if we keep going like this, it won't be easy to even reach the station entrance.

"Brother, are you a worker?"

Hearing the sound, I turned around and saw a dark, thin, dirty-looking boy with crooked teeth, looking at me with eyes full of hope.

I was confused. Should I continue carrying it alone and try again?

Or... I thought, would it be better to pay a small labor fee and go quietly without losing the guide site?

In the end, the second option was the best, so he nodded. The boy's eyes lit up with the color of a camera flash.

"Is that all?" "No, just that one bag of clothes."

Yes, the rest of the rice and fried rice is easy, so you can take it yourself, and I don't want to pay extra for that.

"How far?" "To the point of being a prickly pear."

She didn't know where Sule was, but she knew that to get to the dormitory my father had rented for me, we had to take a car from the Sule bus station, and the dormitory was in Hledan.

“Just give me five hundred, brother.” “Five hundred.” “Yes, that’s the regular price.”

Some of the words my father said were followed by the usual price for a porter.

“Son... if you shop in Yangon, you'll get half price, they always double the price.”

"Brother, will you carry me?"

The porter's words brought me back to my senses. The next porter lowered the price so much that it was almost a death sentence.

"I'll give you two hundred." The words "I'll give you two hundred" were not as I thought, but rather, like a wild rooster that pretends to be a hen, he pecked me with his big belly, and then he started to peck me with his big belly.

"I'll go," he said, grabbing my bag and walking out the door.

Due to the sudden change in circumstances, I had to run after the porter, one side rolling the mat and the other pulling it.

The porter's legs were so fast. I was pulling one side of the mat and the other, so I didn't travel as far as I thought, and the mat tied in between was still loose.

When we reached the overpass above the station, the mat could no longer be carried, the rope that tied it to it came loose, and even the pillow wanted to slide out of the mat.

So, the porter boy who was walking from the east with a bow and arrow

“Hey, boy, wait a minute, the mat is loose here, I'll tie it up again,” he shouted. The porter's voice replied, “Yes, yes.”

Then I spread the mat out on the platform. At that moment,

"Aung Ma, why are you so thin and thin? That place is so sore," I heard a shout and looked up. I saw a man on crutches, a ragged man, with a broken nose... well... no nose, and bandages on his hands...

"You're just trying to get me to stop talking, you're just trying to get me to stop talking, you can't stop like this, you're just trying to get me to stop talking, you're just trying to get me to stop talking, you're just trying to get me to stop talking."

"Let's make a human-monster alliance"

"Hey, you're just waking me up with a bad business idea, aren't you?"

"What are you talking about, Mr. Ha... I'm just trying to tie up the loose ends here. You're not doing anything to help the economy."

When I explained, he seemed a little satisfied.

"Aye, even if you're a little bit shy, don't bother with the place where you're sitting. Why are you meeting someone who's always cutting corners when the economy is bad?"

I didn't say anything to him and just carefully retied the mat. People passing by looked at me in amazement, wearing long pants and dark glasses, sitting with a mat in front of my short nose.

I looked at the little porter who had just tied the mat to his heart's content and was carrying the package...

"Huh?" My eyes widened like a pair of fingers. "Not anymore."

Yes. The porter who had just jumped on me with joy was gone. I hurriedly grabbed the mat and ran to where the four porters were standing.

"Even if you want to be the first to see these people, you have to carry them with you because they are so busy... If you don't know their names, remember that they are two young roosters fighting over their young roosters."

He couldn't pay attention to what the little man said, pointing to the two roosters painted on his arm. He looked around and saw that the porter was not there.

Sweat immediately dripped from his forehead.

It's gone. All the money and clothes I brought were in that bag. Thinking and thinking, I hugged the mat in my hand tighter. My mind was racing south, north. Finally, I instinctively ran down the Gondung Bridge to the road below.