Sinphyu Kyun Aung Thein - Naemin Tathaung (4)

“I love you, Ma Ma Lai, I like you. I can get all kinds of tattoos. Do you want to get tattooed? Do you want to get tattooed? I can get tattooed. I'm wearing a Malay-style ink-resistant cloth.”

The ink house has been covered with the woven cloths of the eight-day girls. It has been covered with the crafts of the girls of that day. Collected from the girls of that day

The cloth was made of threads and was lined with the threads of the virgins of that day.

Banana and sugarcane trees have been planted on the pillars. On the pagoda platform, there are wax pillars supporting the medicine gods, the statues of the gods, the flower gods, the gong gods, and the kanto festival. Banana leaves have been spread on the sand.

After the audience recites the mantras, the master of ceremonies scatters the rice balls, sending love. Among them are dyed rice balls. There are also ' sangman's ', which are made by blowing mantras.

The monks who were about to be tattooed sat with their backs straight behind the tattoo artist and his assistants, their hands raised, and their attention focused on the Buddha.

At that moment, the sound of a drum suddenly appeared, distracting me. The rhythm of the music was accompanied by a melody, which made the Nga Taig sound unsteady.

Look, getting a tattoo isn't about being masculine, or looking beautiful, but about liking a girl.

Nga Taig looked around, wondering how many people like him there would be. Nga Thaung, Nga Htaik, Tun Zan, and Nga Ke were blinking their eyes. Nga Mann, Tha Khaing, and Nga Kya were looking out of the tent with their long necks.

"The tent of hope was built in one day around the sloping Doepaek with the sound of the ever-changing melody."

The female head gecko and the female head gecko shouted loudly and laughed, as if announcing that the tent was theirs.

The tent had no roof, but a piece of cloth was tied around the top. A curtain was spread on the side where the sun would shine. Except for these two reds, the whole tent was empty. The golden flowers and the lotus flowers were competing for the space.

"Oh, my dear, do you remember the easy way to do the tattoo? Ko Tauk's father didn't even have a full thigh tattoo, so I know Ko Tauk's mother."

The older sister screamed loudly and the younger sister was in pain, so the younger sister started running towards the cat's den, and the girls laughed heartily. They ran but did not stop talking.

"The pain was so bad that my father was almost dying. The people who were holding him and the doctor were so upset. The doctor was so tired that he ran away and never came back for the rest of his life."

At the end of the loud laughter, a voice asked again, "Where are you from, Big Brother?"

"I'm from Gadan. I know your mother didn't get even a full thigh tattoo after she got married, so I'm not going to be able to get a job as a housewife."

They burst out laughing. The old man hadn't finished speaking yet.

"How many times have you seen the father of the hawk, the hawk-like one? I have never seen it myself, my friend."

Before the girls' laughter could stop, Nga Kyang rushed into the tent, wearing a new cloth. He was already sweating from running so early in the morning.

"I want to get tattooed too." "Hey, brother," Kyawt Khin said, pointing, and then Magi Pu waved her hand in a gesture of guidance, then asked with a smile.

"How can you do a tattoo, brother? In the dark? In the light?"

After the "vision", Nga Kyi tried to answer the question of the old woman. However, he only saw the faces of the dead, so he played with his eyes. He saw. The beautiful and majestic ink painting.

"I don't know, I don't know, I just ask. I'll tell my mother," Nga Kyin said and left. The girls were left speechless. They were left because there was no one in the village that age who had ever done tattooing.

Nga Kyang chased away Daw, Mo, and Magi Pu and ran towards the Min Kaew farm. Meanwhile, someone running from the Min Kaew farm hit him. It was a whirlwind.

“Ha, have you ever gone to school?” “You can’t even learn. I won’t go. I’m not going to get tattooed right now.”

The wind backed away and looked up at the grasshopper's face. When he looked from head to toe, he couldn't believe it when he saw the ink-stained cloth.

"Oh, if you're going to get a tattoo, you'll have to be a young man to get it done."

"I'm a young man, okay? I can't wait to be a young man."

"It hurts so much," Nga Kyiing laughed in a childish voice. "I don't think it hurts as much as U Zin Gyi's beating." Those words made the wind blow and Nga Kyiing could not help but ask.

"You asked me, what are you doing? Are you going to get tattooed?"

"No. The young women are just courting me because they'll give me bread."

The whirlwind laughed to itself as it spoke. The grasshopper, not knowing what it meant, did not ask. "Aye aye," it said and left.

The maidens in the pavilion, seeing the whirlwind approaching, stretched out their arms and waited, wondering whether it was his business or mine.

“What are you talking about, Lepuy?” the young lady asked briskly on behalf of her young ladies. “I’m going to attack the tiger.” “Left or right?” “Right. Give me betel nut and black flower leaves.”

Whether it comes from the left or the right, it hurts because it is hit with a large piece of copper. While the young head turns and watches his young ones, the one who moves is the mother.

Mi Saw, holding three betel nuts and three pink leaves, slowly approached the whirlwind and whispered soothing words.

"No matter how much it hurts, don't scream, brother. If it hurts, keep the betel nuts. The betel nuts are for breathing. The sesame seeds are for respecting me."

The wind blew the sesame paste into his mouth. The tiger said, "I love you, I like you." He never said it once. He was always a person who only spoke with a narrowed eye and a sharp voice. When he received the message and gift from his mother, he entered the ink room with great satisfaction. Not long after, a loud cry of "My dear, you are dead. Oh, my dear!" echoed outside the room.

But the Do people are very deaf.

The harpist stopped playing the song "Mother, I am not happy." "When will Moe-min drink? When will the blacksmith strike?"

On a big day, the monkey king, Ma U Ma Chu, did not stop the monkey king from howling. He heard the sound of the doe-pak. While the tiger was still howling, the wind came running again.

"I'm going to enter the house."

"Hey, right, Roro Roro, my brother, betel nut for teeth. Pithauk flower for breathing."

"Hey, have you ever given me anything?"

“I forgot, please,” said Mi Chao, who gave him a handful of beans. “It’s embarrassing if you shout, tell me not to shout,” he said. The tiger’s cries still hadn’t stopped. Meanwhile, Nga Htaik entered. The bandits listened intently, changing from the howling of the monkey king to the melody of the harp.

Even with a single blow, no scream was heard, and no sound of a betel nut was heard. Mi Chao was able to smile. Mi Saw was jealous of Mi Chao's smile. She handed the farmer two cigarettes.

"That's so boring. What a waste of time."

The teacher knows. Hey Maung Ro, " Da" he shouted , " Kya " and continued to play the gong. Suddenly, the teacher, who was in the middle of the gong, followed the sound of the gong and tried to hit it hard. But despite all the efforts, Nga Htaik's voice did not come out.

Before those two were finished, two more came. They were just as brave as Nga Htaik.

"I love my mother, I love my father. I love my mother, I love my father too."

The singers played a song that was composed to depict a scandalous courtship.

"Speaking of the truth, when Master Minthe comes, Ko Lunya appears in prison clothes and his family name appears."

Then the bamboo clappers and cymbal players gave a loud sound and entered the dance.

"I asked in fear, "What is the matter with you, my dear?" "With love, my dear."

"The Lord, who is the one

After the singer's gentle, gentle melody was played, the sounds of the bamboo clappers and cymbal players appeared again.

"Where is the hidden ink that is piercing the darkness?" "My chest is broken because of the prison cloth that is covered with ink." This melody makes me cry. Nga Tai

Kyawt Khin believed that his magic was the reason for the tattoo. But now, the music has shattered Kyawt Khin's belief.

If I asked you to do the tattooing, why don't you come to me and ask for a cloth? Is it because someone like me asked you to do the tattooing that you got a lot of the cloth that you got from him...?"

The thought tormented Kyaw Khin greatly. But he turned to the positive side and thought again.

"If you don't come to me and ask for a cloth to cover your head, is it because your mother and sisters are always giving you a lot of money?"

There was a feeling of peace in the darkness. But it was not cold. The first thought was threatening.

"Aye, what kind of cloth is he wearing? Is it a 1500-based, 528-based, 528-based cloth? You'll have to ask Lee Pwe...."

He looked up every time the wind blew. The wind had not yet uttered Nga Tai's name. When Nga Tai emerged from the darkness, covered in blood, two more entered. Nga Tai was not among them.

For a moment, the wind blew. "Do you know who the person who will enter from the darkness is?"

The right-handers were ordinary workers. The left-hander, who was carefully trained by the master himself, stopped the circle.

"Who is this, Windstorm? Tell me quickly."

"My dear, I am yours, my dear"

A sudden pang of fear gripped my heart. I waited to see who would pay for Nga Thaing. No one moved.

"If you go in, you won't be allowed to pay."

Lee Puay warned the girls while looking around. Kyawt Khin was half-hearted but shy. Shyly, he handed a package to Lee Puay's hand.

Nga Taig was already happy when he saw the wind blowing in the wind, holding a bundle in his hand. He didn't think he would get it from Kyaw Khin, so he didn't ask for a cloth. Now that he has given me betel nuts and incense, he is celebrating inside.

"It's dark, it's time to go in."

There was only one rare person who entered from the darkness, so the surrounding forest made a faint sound. Nga Thaing appreciated the sound. He proudly pushed aside the curtain of darkness and entered proudly.

Bhatha Htay stood near the medicine cabinet, smiling broadly, waiting. "Please send three of the guards over there. Don't shout too much," he warned, then asked Nga Thaing.

“Did you wash your head?” “I washed it yesterday, Father.” “Did you bathe today?” “I have washed my head properly, Father.” “Very well, I will sit down with the five precepts and take the five precepts.”