Sinphyu Kyun Aung Thein - Hell Country

They're just getting established, girl.

Daughters, try to raise themselves like their fathers.

"My father's property will have to be divided between my two siblings only after my father dies."

Po Htein accused U Myat Tha of using words to make him think otherwise, as U Myat Tha did not say that he could not give anything because he married someone his father did not approve of.

If the times were good and clear, U Myat Thar would not only separate Po Htein from his daughter but also send him to prison, Po Htein kept thinking. As he thought about it, his heart felt bitter.

But no matter what, when it comes to his daughter, if his mother-in-law comes, it is a matter of respect. Knowing this, he sighed and sighed, when he heard Daw Shwe Ma's voice again.

"It's like the saying, 'If you're strong, I'll help you,'" he said.

Daughters and sons, rely on yourself and try hard.

Mom will help as much as she can.

Where would you leave your child?

"Yes, sir, did you?"

Daw Shwe Ma is not only sweet-spoken, but also has a gentle and calm face.

Her husband, U Myat Thar, was so sad that even the village elders were unaware of his pain, his face was hard and gloomy.

Po Htein did not expect to receive U Myat Thar and Daw Shwe Ma's belongings.

They own all the land, have a strong and solid household, and even with a day's income from the shop, they are unable to support themselves and their family, yet they are bitter towards their only daughter. They are too proud of their wealth and honor.

"No matter how arrogant the old man is, the old woman will always be the one to turn him around. Now the old woman is also making fun of him with her words. The culprit behind this must be that guy."

Ko Kun Zaw entered Po Htein's house of thoughts, full of greatness.

Ko Kun Zaw is also tough and arrogant, just like his father, U Myat Tha.

He would come across the stream, his house and his pots and pans on the other side, and threaten Daw Shwe Ma as a threat to her.

"I can't give this bitch anything. She's done her own thing, motherfucker."

Etc..... Po Than smiled and said bitterly while gritting his teeth.

"I'm glad I didn't take off a necklace, a pair of earrings, and a ring, Htwe-khin. Don't be discouraged because they don't give you anything. I'll work hard like an ox. If I tell you the whole story, I'll starve, you can't make me starve."

This loud voice, this voice that lifted the pride of a husband to its limit, made the mother of the child react in no way.

Therefore, Po Htein turned to the side and hugged Htwe Khin's waist, but he only hugged the air.

Po Htein was embarrassed. How much more would he have laughed and ridiculed if Hte Khin was around?

Po Htein was unconscious. He thought he knew that Htwe Khin had gone down for a while and hugged him.

Poh Htein sat up with a smile on his face and looked behind him. He couldn't see any lights.

The place is a complicated place with complicated terrain. Without a torch or lamp, you don't have to dare to step on the roof or the roof. Every time you step on the ground, something happens, but you usually bring a kerosene lamp with you.

However, the first thing to do is to take a torch with you, whether you are sitting in the forest or going out.

So, I lit a lamp and followed Htwe Khin. I tried the lamp next to the pillar but couldn't find it. I found a match. Phoe Htein struck the match.

Light streamed into the dark room. Then, gradually, the edges of the light narrowed and darkness enveloped them again.

Po Htein only found a match. But he couldn't find a lamp. If that was the case, the lamp would have been lit and blown out by the wind while he was carrying it. With that thought, Po Htein came down from the back door with a wooden match.

It was quiet outside. The little thief was playing with fear and trembling. Outside the tent, it was not as dark as inside, and the starlight was dim. As I looked closer, I could see bushes, trees, and people.

"Htwe Khin-Hey Htwe Khin"

They were still sitting in the forest, and Po Htein walked towards the edge of the bush. He called out with a soft, controlled voice. He could not see the voice or the shadow.

When Po Htein's voice stopped, the night became silent again.

Even the crickets were silent on the path where Phoe Htein was walking. The fat, fluffy, and scaly dragonflies also fell silent when they were near Phoe Htein. They all looked at Phoe Htein.

"Where are you, Htwe Khin?"

Instead of the sound of a crow and a bird, I could only hear the hoot of an owl from the big tamarind tree in the middle of the village. I wondered if it was a bird that was looking into Po Htein's ear.

In the night, the king of the night, it was not worth going far. As he walked around, he felt a warm feeling in his chest. He was so excited that he even prayed to the Buddha.

"Let it be, let it be, let it not be"

I wondered if I had been bitten by a bug and then prayed that it wouldn't happen. Not only my chest but my whole head felt heavy and hot. I tripped over something. The object I hit fell with a thud.

It's not like the sound of hard things like earth rolling. The sound of loose hair, the sound of dried palm kernels, etc., is not the same. Poh Htein scratches the wooden match and searches for that thing.

"Hmm..." Lamp, tin lamp.

The lamp at the foot of Po Htein's bed. The lamp with a handle that had been welded on.

When the dying fire touched the match, Po Htein's chest filled with air. He became frightened.

The lamp had fallen over first, and the kerosene inside had been completely drained. It was dripping wet on the ground. Phoe Htein didn't think anything of it. He was still holding the lamp in his hands, worried, and as he walked around, he saw another strange object.

A little shoe that was worn by a snake. (The red wooden shoe with a leather strap was decorated with seven bronze nails on the top. The shoe was found, where would the person go?) The anxiety in Po Htein's heart had reached its peak. While the four people were sleeping, he had forgotten the village culture, which was not allowed to speak loudly. The bee in his eyes began to call out.

The man ran around screaming. He didn't know if the lamp had gone out or not. He didn't remember when or where he had seen the other pair of shoes. He didn't understand the danger of snakes anymore. The only thing that was holding Po Htein's whole body was the burning sensation that was about to burst out.

The first to wake up to Phoe Htein's voice was Phoe Saint.

If Phoe Sein suddenly sits up, the money changer will wake up.

"What is it, Ko Po Sein?"

At that moment, the voice of a young man searching for his lost treasure pierced the night.

“Htwe Khin, hey Htwe Khin. What’s wrong with your voice? Where are you? What’s going on?”

“Hey, isn’t that Nyi Po Htein’s voice?” “Yes, I’ll go out and check it out.”

Phoe Sein jumped down from the tent and ran out into the starry night sky, looking in the direction of the sound. But he couldn't see Phoe Htein. A pair of tailed foxes and an orange peel were running in the darkness.

“Htwe Khin, hey Htwe Khin,” Phoe Htein and Miyeon ran towards Phoe Sein. “What’s wrong, Phoe Htein? Why?”

While Phoe Sein was still asking, the light suddenly disappeared from view like a shooting star. Phoe Sein couldn't care less. He ran to where his brother was.

"Phoe Htein, my little brother"

"Yes, brother, I'm here."

Phoe Htein was lying on the ground, kneeling. Phoe Sein ran and hugged him.

“One foot fell into the valley. Nothing happened.” “Wait, what happened now, Htwe Khin?” Po Htein wanted to cry. When someone asked him about the bad news, he wanted to cry in his arms, saying, “Save me, brother.” However, when he saw two torches approaching quickly, he stood up.

“Is it Ko Po Htein? Why is that?” Cousin Htun Myint also shouted, as he heard his cousin Aung Phyo’s voice.

"Brother, what's up?"

Tun Myint didn't have a lamp. So who was the other lamp? Even Aung Phyo and Tun Myint, who had come closer, couldn't answer, and they just looked up at the lamp that was moving.

“Brother, please tell me, what happened? Did you hear the sound of Htwe Khin calling?”

Tun Myint looked at the lamp and said... Phoe Sein also glanced at Phoe Htein, unaware of the situation. Phoe Htein was standing by the broken palm tree, his neck bent, and he was drowsy.

"Hey, what's going on?" Po Htein's mother, Daw Hla May, approached with a lamp in her hand, and Yin Mya looked at her brothers with wide eyes.

"Who is Po Sein, what happened?"

“I won’t be, sister, brother, please.”

Five sets of eyes gathered around Po Htein. Po Htein breathed heavily.

"I don't want to tell you, Mom, because my brother is gone."

"Sir, how did things go? What did you say to make him angry?"