Nyein Kyaw - Golden Jubilee Stories

The ending scene

The steps I was about to take stopped abruptly. When I couldn't find the person I had been looking for, I couldn't find the person I had been looking for. When I had hoped, when I had remembered, when I had longed for, I had never seen even a glimpse of his face. I had already locked him away in my mind. I had forgotten about him. When I said that I had left no trace of my old life, I had to face him again.

He probably had the same thoughts as me. He probably wanted to jump like me because of the chance meeting. He probably wanted to be happy. However, just like me, his eyes, which were fixed on me without blinking, seemed to be dominated by worry. So I tried to calm myself down. I continued walking. I had to put a smile on my lips.

Then his steps came straight towards me. He stopped a hand's distance away and lowered his eyes. Then he looked back and smiled. He was pale and weak. He looked timid. "Brother... Please forgive me, Nyein."

I can't speak, I feel bad inside. But he's waiting for my answer.

"I already forgave you before you apologized, Nyein."

"I was wrong, Nyein. I never expected to hear such words from you in my life. Well, they are just like father and mother, and they can't mature anymore."

“That’s why it’s okay. It’s inevitable that we’ll grow up and we’ll want to. I always listen to Nyein’s news. When Nyein and Ko Myint Aung got married, I tried to come. I couldn’t come because I didn’t know the date or the place of the wedding. Nyein’s family didn’t trust me. They were afraid that Nyein would come to our wedding and make a fuss.”

Soe was also worried. He kept the secret a secret. Because three years before the wedding, I had written to him, “If Nyein marries, I will hand over all the documents I have written to the groom. If I cannot have Nyein, then no one will have Nyein in this life.” I had also said this repeatedly in my own words.

Then, more than a year after my marriage, he got married. I thought of attending the wedding with a sense of forgiveness, and when I asked around his family, they made a fuss. I didn't know anything more than that the man he was going to marry was Ko Myint Aung.

“And when Nyein gave birth, I asked her to come and ask for news. She didn’t come because she didn’t know anything. Besides, the baby is healthy.”

"Now that I'm healthy, it's very unlikely that I'll give birth prematurely."

"If you need any medicine, write to me. What are you taking?"

"It's Vitazone." "If it's hard to buy, I'll order it."

"Sometimes you can't buy something, the store just runs out of it, it's okay, don't worry about it."

"No, peace, you can't find trouble if you look for it. You only find it when you're not looking for it."

The peaceful face fell.

"I know, brother, everyone knows how much trouble I've been in."

His voice seemed to have been drowned out. He had wasted his time, his money, his people, and his life. My friends were suffering just like me. At that time, I ran away from the faith I believed in, the friends I had been with, and I was looking for him.

As the fierce fighting and the increasingly dire situation unfolded, I frantically searched for him. I pretended not to hear the explosions and hurried to where he was. When the souls of some of my friends were scattered, I kept guessing where his body was, listening to the sound of the crackling sound. It was as if everything was considered less important than him, less valuable than him, and less important than him. Whatever I said,

I am not angry, I am a demon. I am a demon. A husband is not possessed by a witch, but I don't know, but a wife is indeed possessed by a witch, and now I know with shame.

"But, brother, I want to tell you something, it's true that I didn't intentionally want to hurt you, and I was unfaithful. I can't even imagine what happened to my feelings, brother."

I didn't understand why he said he couldn't think, but I understood why I couldn't think. I trusted him completely, saying there was nothing he could do to help. So his parents followed him moment by moment.

They will marry soon, and there are still many plans for the future. The school is closed indefinitely, so the news of the kidnapping has not yet spread in the school or in our town, so they say that they will have to come back without losing their temper. They will marry in the next few months before the school opens. They also said that after the wedding, both of them should continue to study.

His parents and my parents talked about these things. At the end of the conversation, my parents looked at Nyein with eyes that neither urged nor opposed him. Nyein looked at me. I said, “Nyein, I agree.” Then Nyein nodded to his mother, indicating that he would go. His mother told Nyein to get his clothes. Nyein said that he would not take them all, but that he would come and get some of them tomorrow.

I reached into the wardrobe. I took out the marriage contract I had signed with him over a month ago and handed it to Nyein. Nyein shook his head with a confused look.

"Brother, take it, why should I take it from you?"

“No, it’s proof of how much I trust Nyein. Take it.”

I saw Nyein's eyes filled with tears. Then I took the contract. Soon his parents came. They tried to walk him to the end of the road where they parked the car, but they couldn't reach his feet. They asked Nyein to follow them. When they got near the car, his mother opened the car door and said to my brother, "You're coming back." My brother turned around and when he had taken four or five steps, he heard a "slap" sound. When I looked, Nyein's mother slapped Nyein's back and forth and asked him to get into the car. My brother, who was in a daze, started the car and drove away. When we heard that, we all became worried.

The next day, a stranger came and brought a package. When he opened it, it was the novels and books that my mother had borrowed from me. It was hard to understand. Why did he have to return them so urgently? In the evening, he took my brother to the house as usual. However, my brother was not allowed to go up to the house. Only then did I understand exactly what was going on.

Then, news spread that Nyein had gone to a distant place. First, Taungoo, second, Maymyo, third, Taunggyi, again Yangon, again Myaungmya, then again Kyimyindaing, then Khwarawaddy, and so on, Nyein was like cotton blown by the wind. Finally, when it was confirmed that Nyein had returned to Innam, he wrote to his parents, “I will call him back through the court.”

“You shouldn’t do this, Nyein will be embarrassed. Forget Nyein. I want to forget you, Nyein. The love between us has been broken,” Nyein wrote. Here I sent a long letter to Nyein. In that letter, there were tears. There were tears of anger, there were tears of resentment, there were tears of remembrance, there were tears of scolding, there were tears of apology.

"Nyein has lost a little weight, but her beauty has not faded yet."

He is smiling.

"My brother is the same as before, not thin or fat, not fat either, and his hair is as curly as before."

"Come visit my house, do you remember me?"

"I remember, I'll come visit if I get the chance, but will my wife like it?"

“He knew everything, he told me openly, he didn’t want to lie, he just forgave me. He even wanted to meet Nyein, but he only saw her in photos.”

"I know, it's a shame, I think you're the same way."

"I don't think so. He loves you very much, more than I do. If you come, come. And I'll come to visit you too, Nyein.. Give me the address too."