Tin Myint (University) - Attachment is pain

“The editor-in-chief of Mawadi wants to see you and asked you to come to the office for a moment.”

An office assistant came to inform her that the editor-in-chief of the Crime Eye Journal, a branch of the Myanmar Crime Journal, wanted to see her. Yewaddy nodded. Then she got up from her desk. She picked up a pen and a blank book. Surprisingly. Although she worked for the crime eye journal, she was not a crime reporter. In other words, she was an employee of the accounting department who did not have to meet the editor-in-chief of the crime journal every day. The accounting department was only responsible for the accounting of the journal according to the office work. Yewaddy had nothing to do with the administrative, news, or journal distribution departments. The editor-in-chief's urgent matter. No need to meet. In any case, she was sure that she had been called to meet him for some reason. She climbed the carpeted stairs one step at a time. There were large glass windows everywhere. The light was streaming in through the glass. At a sharp bend, Yewadi stopped and looked through the glass window.

The Mandalay skyline was hazy and dim. The windows were tinted, so it was hard to tell if the sunlight from outside was hazy or not. She gazed at the distant Yankin Mountain. In her thoughts, she thought of Ko Ko Naung. “Ko Ko Naung” (After chanting the mantra, “Oh. He.. He has nothing to do with me anymore, Kyaw Moe Naung is no longer in my life. Once upon a time, he and I climbed Yankin Mountain together, we used to go on pilgrimages, now he has nothing to do with me, Ko Ko Naung is dead in my life,” Ryawady interrupted her thoughts. She continued walking. On the second floor, there were branches for distributing information and collecting information. In each branch, | the employees did not talk or make noise. They were doing their respective duties. She continued to the top floor. She reached the top floor. There were lamps in the weak areas. The light was dim. So she had to take off her glasses that she always wore while walking.

Yewaddy pushed open the glass door of the office and entered. The office was a two-story office. She saw the Deputy Editor-in-Chief's friendly smile. Yewaddy sat down in front of her desk. There were three telephones on the Deputy Editor-in-Chief's desk. One was red, one was gray, and one was black. The Deputy Editor-in-Chief looked at Yewaddy's appearance with a quizzical look. Yewaddy knew. The Deputy Editor-in-Chief's gaze was because she and Yewaddy were the same gender but different.

The deputy editor-in-chief is dressed in a beautiful way, from her hair to her feet and shoes. Her makeup is very appropriate for her place. You can see the beauty of a woman. Just look at Yewaddy.

She was wearing a thick white cotton blouse. Her skirt was a light gray blouse. Rewaddy's face was free of makeup and she had a pale complexion. Her skin was pale and beautiful. Rewaddy's body was also not visible under the thick blouse. Rewaddy had applied coconut oil to her hair and wrapped her long, curly hair in a black plastic band as if to say, "I'm done."

Then, putting on her dark sunglasses, Rewaddy’s eyebrows, eyes, and nose were hidden. “I’m Rewaddy, I came because the editor-in-chief called me, from the accounting department.” “Oh.. Yes, wait a minute, the editor-in-chief called me, but there’s a visitor in the editor-in-chief’s office. While this visitor is here, let me ask you if you’ll see Merewaddy.” (The deputy editor-in-chief shook her head, causing her to shake her head, and pressed the intercom button on the desk. “It’s Merewaddy from the accounting department..” “Let me go, let me go right away,” she said before she could finish. She heard a voice saying something insistently from inside. The deputy editor-in-chief nodded at Rewa and the others.

Rewaddy pushed open the glass door of the editor-in-chief's office with a smile. She looked at Rewaddy's back. She knew that she was a woman, so she had a beautiful body. With a few curves and a few plump thighs, why did she look like an old woman from the Iron Age or Bronze Age? The theory that women are too beautiful is wrong, I don't know.