Jew - I'd love to see you.

I want to see you , Jew .

I will see him today.

Just thinking about it made my heart race, sending warm, pulsing blood rushing to my fingertips and toes.

I'll see you at one o'clock in the afternoon.

I looked up at the clock on the living room wall for the umpteenth time. It was almost half past eleven.

I remembered that it had been a while since I had turned the pages of the book I was holding in my hands, pretending to want to read it, so I turned a page.

I glanced at my sister and saw her writing on a piece of paper. The legs of her writing desk were uneven, so the desk wobbled when she wrote. When she wrote, Ma Yamoon pressed the ball joy stick hard. You could almost hear the sound of her writing. Now, she has been writing with her head tilted back on the small desk for a long time. Her office is closed on Sundays, but she does go out on some days. Most of the time, it's because she has a meeting. The rest are things like asking if she can buy someone a birthday present, or asking if she needs something because her superior is going somewhere. Why didn't she go out today? When she's around, I'm not free anymore.

He wanted to control me, from what I could wear to school. My mother said nothing when I wore jeans that didn't reach my waist, but my mother scolded me. She ordered me not to wear them at all. She said I couldn't wear skirts that were split at the back. "I can't trust women," she muttered. In fact, he and I were only five years apart in age. But unlike him, he looked 36.

I usually wear Burmese cotton, with various designs of Burmese shirts, short sleeves, long sleeves, and elbow-length sleeves. She wears them beautifully. But don't ask me to wear them. I can't. I want to wear skirts with soft, thin, and block patterns. Wearing pants makes people feel safe.

I've been thinking about how to start saying that I'm going out for a while, since last night.

I don't think I can justify going to the internet. The internet shop is located on the ground floor of a six-story building, about an inch from my house. Also, there is only one exit from the front, so I don't think I could go back and go somewhere without my sister knowing. There is one thing. The walls are made of brown glass, so if you look outside, you can't see inside. You can look around my house. But our apartment is also made of brown glass, almost to the edge of the wall. Those glasses make it impossible to see the people inside during the day. The people inside can look outside as much as they want. I can look around the house behind the brown glass, but if Ma Ma Yam-on looks through the glass walls of our apartment and looks at the entrance to the internet shop, I can't see her. If I can't get out any other way, I can go into the internet shop, I had to change my clothes in the bathroom and walk out quickly before Mama Yamon could recognize me.

"It would be nice if you could eat it with pickled cucumbers."

Ma Yamon didn't stop writing and told me, and then I got an idea. Why didn't you think of this?

"Oh, the pickled cucumber, my sister, it's really good near the tuition center. I'll buy it for you when I get back from tuition."

I can explain the tuition, son.

" Tuition, is there tuition today?"

"Yes, ma'am, from 11:30 to 1:30, my sister will be there in a moment."

Mama Yamon frowned.

"I can't wait until your lesson is over. I'm going to eat myself. When you come down, I'll buy you a piece of pickle and put it in a small bowl."

Oh my, I was so relieved. Normally, I would be terrified to death of having to go down from the sixth floor to buy something. Now, I wholeheartedly agreed.

"I'll buy it for you."

Then, he dropped the book he was pretending to read and hurried out to change his clothes.

What shirt should I wear?

Thinking in front of the dress, the taste is quite exciting.

I want him to see me not only as beautiful but also as attractive. I don't think cotton skirts really show off my body. I take out a soft cotton skirt. It's black so it goes well with the pink top. It looks great on black. I put a fancy necklace around my neck and look at my face in the mirror. It's okay. I'm satisfied.

Asking for permission from Ma Ma is not as difficult as getting Ma Yamoon's consent. Ma May is always suspicious. If I go to tutoring, she will even let me go. Why don't you call me like Ma Yamoon? When will the weather be nice? I will go with Ma Ma for a while. Ma Ma has something to go to, etc., and I don't hesitate to ask.

"What have you learned, Mother?"

When I asked my mother, who was cooking in the oven, by hugging her waist from behind, she thought I was hungry.

"Oh, my daughter, are you hungry? Mom, I only have one fried fish left. I went to the market late today. Where are you going now? If you wait a moment, I'll have some sour soup."

See, Mom is more concerned about me getting to dinner before time than about why I'm going out.

"I'm not eating anymore, Mom. I'll eat when I get back."

After meeting him, we can eat together at a fancy restaurant. The important thing is that Yi Tong doesn’t come to the house by chance. If Yi Tong comes, the house will know that there is no tuition today. At first, I thought about telling Yi Tong about the meeting. But Yi Tong is not good at talking. He tells me everything he knows without checking him. I can’t trust him. I think about whether I should meet him or not, I think about consulting Ma Ma Yamoon. Ma Ma Yamoon decides not to go and meet him. No way. It won’t work with Ma Ma Yamoon. I’ll talk about it later. If it becomes important, I’ll consult Ma Ma Yamoon.

He was a good friend who encouraged me when I was sad or discouraged. He also gave me advice on which courses I should take. He was also the one who encouraged me to pursue a degree in computer science when I regretted going to university without any interest.

In some difficulties, follow the dictates of the heart. I don't know in which book, I've read it.

In fact, he's been pestering me to meet him for three months. I've been avoiding him for one reason or another.

Because I feel like I'm not ready to suddenly be with someone I've never met before. I'm probably still looking for more reasons to trust each other.

We are all familiar with the habit of writing and talking to each other on the Internet called Chat Rooms. There are many people who chat and talk to each other without ever meeting them. He is the one who made my acquaintance through the Internet.

When we chat, we write Burmese sounds mixed with English letters. When asked how are you , we write ne kaung lar. Ma Ma Yamoon doesn’t want me to write like that. She wants me to write in English sentences. She says it’s to improve my English skills. I say that if I want to improve my English, I will practice English at home. I also learn from tutoring. On the Internet, it’s important to express my thoughts fluently and without any language barriers. Therefore, our writing is a new language that combines English letters with Burmese sounds.

Once, while I was chatting, Ma Ma Yamoon came up to me. She couldn't read my letters, so she frowned and struggled to read them.

"What did you write?"

It's very funny. He doesn't know how to interpret it.

When I got in touch, he winked at me. It meant what kind of letters he was writing.

" Next time, try writing in English only. If you went shopping yesterday, write in English from beginning to end, and don't write in capital letters."

No matter what, he still made me a teacher. Is it because he doesn't want to accept that everyone writes the same way?

I have four friends that I met through online chat. Two are girls, two are boys. Of the two boys, he is the most patient. One of them keeps asking me to watch football while I am writing to him. He often adds names of footballers that I don't know very well, and he insists on me watching football.

He was the one who patiently answered all my questions.

His name is Thit Lwin. It's not his real name. We chatters don't usually use our real names. When I chat on the Internet, I don't like the name Waddy that my mother gave me, so I use the name I like, December. Actually, I was born in December. Sometimes I can't help but think, "Why don't you just give me December?"

When I asked him about his age, he didn't say. He said, "I'm just guessing."

I think he said I was 23, which is three years older. I don't remember much. It's not good to lie once in a chat. It's always a bit of a mess, and it starts out uneven and ends up complicated.

I think he and I are not that far apart in age.

He likes the same groups I like. He likes the same Korean actors and actresses I like. His vocabulary is the same as the vocabulary our young people use. His words are easy to read. He is the owner of a TV game store.