Tin Maung Myint - Love steals the clouds in the sky

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As Christmas approaches, San Francisco becomes more and more crowded with shoppers. Not enough to fill the big malls. But they are especially polite because it is a big day. If they bump into each other, they apologize politely. When the time is up, they will definitely come back to their senses.

The giant Santa Claus on the corner of the street moves with every coin you put in it. The scent of dried apricots wafts across the street. In the Union Park, children sing Christmas carols despite the light winter snow.

The large office buildings in the business district were vacated early, and by 6:30 p.m., all the lights were turned off and cleaning workers were already cleaning the houses.

In the large skylights on the forty-first floor, a man was looking out the window. Sitting there, brooding, languid, Martin Roth was gazing alone into the darkness that was beginning to envelop the city while the rest of the world was bustling with joy.

Life is like a twilight, the transition between day and night. I sighed. I stared at the bridge that connects San Francisco and Auckland. It looked like a giant kite with its wings spread. It is said that the sheer size of the bridge gives strength to anyone who sees it. For Martin Roth, the night has the opposite meaning.

No matter how strong you think you are, you are still weak when it comes to suppressing a desire within yourself. That morning, I was content with my life. A life that lacked nothing. Suddenly, the calm surface of life suddenly became turbulent and ugly.

The day he was unexpectedly reunited with Ginny McBoy, and was surprised to find that his childhood dream had not yet been shattered. He realized how much he had loved and been attached to that little girl.

Twenty-five years have passed, and our childhood has faded. I tried to forget it. I thought that time would heal me. As I said, a love story that I can only remember as a childhood dream, oh... until yesterday...

He stood up abruptly. He walked over to the mirror, which was on the long-pile carpet. He saw his face in the mirror, which was filled with grief. It was pale and lifeless. He stared at his reflection in the mirror. He had always thought that he was still young at fifty-three. His abs were still firm. Now he had suddenly grown old,

Since the death of Ginny, he has been self-controlled and has built a solid life. He ran his parents' business, married the girl they supported, and had children.

. Within minutes of meeting Ginny, her life seemed meaningless. She had accidentally met her old love. Ginny was still beautiful, untouched by the ravages of time. Her amber eyes, which reflected her Irish blood, were as bright as ever, and her auburn hair was as beautiful as it had been for years. It was unbelievable, but in her forties, Ginny was even more beautiful than when she was younger.

I filled a glass with ice cubes, mixed whiskey and soda, sipped it, and sat back down at the table. God... God, how time flies. How long the days have been. .... .

Martin Roth was born into one of the wealthiest Jewish families in San Francisco. His wife, Seville, was also a Jew. There was no reason to refuse to marry a girl like Seville. Seville was a very good wife.

It was only today that I realized that I had been turning myself away for years, not forgetting about the gin. The thought that the gin had flown away from its life as a butterfly was just a false vision covered by clouds. -

Thursday is the day when we go shopping in Seville. We usually leave our home in the forest and have a fake lunch with my husband. Then we go out and buy what we need and go home. On the other days, we usually have dinner with guests at our house. When we go to receptions, we go. We also watch movies and plays. As usual, after lunch, we go out of the St. Francis Hotel. In the Union Park, the children are gathering and preparing to sing Christmas carols. Seville kisses her husband goodbye ....

"Grant and his wife will be there tonight, brother, please be nice and polite..."

"Oh... when did you treat me so rudely?"

'I'm not rude, but I'm always acting like I'm not in the mood. And don't talk about politics, I'm so angry with Seville.'

"I'll try, bro."

Seville smiled.

"You're so cute, bro." I say this when I'm in a good mood.

As soon as Seville left, he was about to cross the street when he saw Ginny. At first, he wondered if he was dreaming. His heart was pounding and he was almost dead. After a while, he came to his senses and, instead of waiting for the light to turn green, he forced himself to cross the street through the chaos of cars.

"Jinny.... Jinny"

Then he ran away shouting.

He turned to look behind Ginny in disbelief. Oh my God... Oh my God, they found each other face to face in the forest.

"Really, huh?"

Martin shook his head at the words that accidentally escaped from Ginny's mouth...

"Look, if you're even half a second late, you won't see me."

"I even remember seeing you from behind, right?"

"Who wouldn't remember this walk?"

"After so long"

" How long has it been, Ginny? You haven't changed a bit."

Ginny laughed.

"No, it's really changed. My brother is still young."

"Yes, thank you, Ginny. I'm telling you the truth. It's like looking at you, it's like going back twenty-five years."

"Oh... no, brother, everything is fine, isn't it? There's nothing wrong with my life."

"Well... tell me, you're a genius."

"Now.....it's just a fluke for now, I'm constantly traveling, brother."

"What are you doing in San Francisco right now?"

Ginny left for a while.

"Jinny can't go to Japan because of the company she works for."

"Where do you live?"

" How long will you be staying at the Fairmont Hotel?"

"Just until tomorrow, the plane leaves at seven o'clock."

"Yes, then let's have dinner together tomorrow afternoon, Ginny?"

"Do you think I should do this, brother? Is it appropriate?"

'What's not right? Let's meet face to face, Ginny.'

"It's not good to commit a crime."

"What name should I ask?"

"It's Ginny McBoy, brother. We met by name, it's so wonderful to see you again."

He wanted to pull her into his arms. But he just said, " Brother, come here ," and they parted ways. Ginny entered a large department store. Martin, not knowing how he got back to the office, stood in front of the large oak doors, looking at the nameplates. Martin couldn't help but notice when his father added his name there. The company his grandfather had founded ninety years ago.

If he hadn't become a member of the community, or had he not become the heir to the "Roth" family, and if Jimmy McBoy hadn't been a devout Irishman, his life would have been different. Surely, being reunited with Ginny would have been a hindrance to continuing down the path of traditional marriage? He could hear his second voice.

Forgive me, father. I know there are many things that I have not done, but I have obeyed you with regard to Genie. I have abandoned her once. Please do not make this mistake again. Forgive me, father. I have realized that I have the opportunity to fulfill the greatest desire in my life. I have no desire to hurt anyone. But I cannot stop the impulse within me, father.

I pushed the thought aside, opened the main door, and walked towards the office. I was sitting in the office, cutting short my work. It was already six o'clock in the evening.

"What else do I have to do, teacher?"

Well... he wants to go back on Christmas Eve.

"Come back... why are you waiting?"

Nancy smiled...

"The work is not over yet, sir. So I'll be back. Merry Christmas, sir."

Martin prayed the same. Nancy left. She slowly drank the rest of her glass. It was completely dark outside, so she pulled on her raincoat and left the office. She returned home at half past seven. Seville was putting on her makeup.

"I'm late, bro."

"Yes, Seville, I apologize."

' If I'm late, just call me. '

"You said yes, I'm sorry."

'Now... do it this way, you only need twenty minutes to change, all the clothes are ready.'

As she watched her husband change, Seville felt sorry for him. He looked so tired. In a soothing voice,

"I'll go mix some whiskey, you'll drink it, right?"

"That's good."

I'm just going to have a glass right now, so I can calm down. I'll try not to forget that Seville is my wife, my lover. The genie is a beautiful, unpleasant dream. And it's been a quarter of a century. .