Suthar - 5 short stories

Bird near the cloud

Since they first became friends on the second day of school, they had a bond with Ma Joe like a childhood friend. Although they were called friends, they were not the kind of friends that one would become friends with by chance. They were friends because they wanted to be friends with Ma Joe and became friends with him.

Ma Mi and Ma Mi's friend, Daw Tin Tin Cho, who was also the English teacher who taught Thet in her first year of medical school, walked her to the classroom, but her steps were shaky as she passed through the crowd of students.

“That’s him.” “That’s him.” “That’s him.” Thet’s head slowly tilted as she heard her name in the male voices. Thet, who is also known as Thet, the daughter of Daw Khin Myo Chit, a gynecologist and obstetrician, had been the talk of the town ever since she was first posted on the university entrance exam board because of her parents’ honor and her beautiful and interesting name. Even though Aunty Cho introduced her to Mimi Khaing Tun, the daughter of a colonel, and put her in her place, she still didn’t dare to look up.

“Ronba Wan, Ronba Wan,” the students outside shouted, and Ma Joe was standing alone at the entrance of the room. It was like his first experience, and he was still embarrassed and nervous, and he felt surprised and pitied her for coming alone. He stood with a cold face among the shouting students, looking around the room. He must be looking for a place. The left benches were full because the left benches were close to the door, and the classrooms on the right were closed. He crossed the classrooms in a normal manner and went to the right benches.

The students' screams grew louder. The older students sitting in the back seats banged their desks like drums in a marching band.

"We are brave... we Burmese... we are brave," they chanted in unison.

He sat down calmly in the empty space, looking at the students with one eye. There was no sign of deliberate disdain on his face. There was no pretentiousness or pretentiousness that sought fame. There was no sign of a woman's pride. He was just walking into and out of the classroom every day.

"That's Ronambawan, my dear."

Mimi Khaing Tun whispered to Thet.

"Is that him, Khin Lay Nwe?"

When my friend, a teacher from a small town, Daw Khin Thi Thi, came to visit me last month,

“A kid named “Khin Lay Nwe” from our school has entered the Mandalay MC as number one. I will meet my daughter Thet. Please give Thet the help she needs.”

I've been impressed by Khin Lay Nwe ever since he said that.

“Sithi’s school is a rural school, right? Since it’s number one, even my daughter is “Zawti” Kyaw. I think the tuition in Thithi’s town is very good. Or maybe this girl went to school in Yangon and Mandalay and then went back to the rural area.”

At the end of Mom's speech, Aunt Daw Khin Thi Thi laughed approvingly.

“There is no tuition in Thitaw town yet, my dear. Those who have graduated are just doing business. The tutors in the big city have not yet set their sights on their town. Or, my dear, my students don’t even buy notes, textbooks, or special editions. There are some who go to school every three or four months. My dear, my

"That's great," I muttered to myself, even though I don't think much of others when it comes to schoolwork.

He earned five honors, over five hundred marks, and the number one seat at Mandalay University of Medicine, based on the lessons he learned at school.

Since Thet was in eighth grade, a separate teacher was called in to give her multi-language tutoring at home. Her mother herself made a schedule for studying, sleeping, going to school, and rest time, and she supervised her child.

Not only Thet, but also her younger sister Thet Wai Kyaw, who is now in ninth grade, and Thet Aung Htun, an eighth grader. Thet's mother made sure that everything they wanted to eat and everything they wanted was delivered to their study table without any delay.

Since the seventh grade, Mom has stopped going to the clinic and has focused solely on her children's education. That's why Mom's friends say that she lives only for her children.

Daddy's business, which included a rice mill, an oil mill, and a bus, allowed him to pursue his passion without any worries.

* * *

The next day, Thet came to the seat where Ma Jo was sitting. Ma Mi often said that she would become better if she was with someone better than her. At that time, Thet knew that the Khin Lay family was Ronamba Wan.

"We'll sit here."

He looked up from where he was reading the book and stood outside the seat. He just went inside and sat down again and continued reading the book.

"That's why he's so good. Even on the first day of school, I think he's studying, and when I look at the book he's reading, it's like a puzzle." A novel.

"My name is Thet Tuir, you are my cousin."

Even after five or ten minutes, he didn't look at me or say anything, just kept reading the book. So, Thet Myint started to make friends with Thet Myint, who was very friendly.

"Oh"

He mumbled without interest. Some people would just introduce themselves as Thet Tur Phu and say, “Isn’t this Dr. Daw Khin Myo Chit’s daughter?” and get all excited. He probably thought it was just a common name. Maybe he didn’t really know the famous Thet Tur Phu.

"We'll sit here later."

"Okay, come sit down, there's no one there."

Never talked to him.

“Auntie Thithi told Thet, I’ll tell Mommy in the evening, that I’ve become friends with Khin Lay Nwe.”

He smiled at Thet and said, “All our friends call us Ma Joe.” “Then I’ll call Thet too.”

Ma Joe nodded to Thet. From that day on, Thet and Ma Joe became friends.