Tara Min Wai - After hearing the words seven times

:: Click on Buy it now to download the ebook . After placing your free order, the download link will be sent to the reader's email address used to log in to the mgyoe.com website.

:: The Ebook (Free) books on mgyoe.com are books that have been circulating on the internet for a long time.

:: It is just a compilation so that readers can easily find it when they want to read it.

:: If reprinted by libraries, the download links for these e-books will be removed.

------------------------------------

Nidayin

It must be strange. That night, the tea shop was empty.

I can't say it's usually crowded.

The tea shop is just a small, unassuming tea shop. However, one thing is certain.

That night was unusually crowded.

"Wow," the old shop owner yawned lazily. The waiter, who was sitting quietly in a corner of the shop, said...

"Father"

"What?" the old man replied coldly.

"Isn't it a full moon tonight?"

The old man hesitated... "...Yes."

The waiter pointed his finger towards a distant sky.

"The moon is already rising over there."

The evening was beautiful, with a faint scent of moonlight. The stars were not yet fully shining, and the road in front of the tea shop was white and beautiful. The air was still.

"What's so strange about moonrises? What does that have to do with me? What does that have to do with you?"

The old man replied sharply. The waiter scratched one of his ears...

"No, father, if it's too late...he - he's coming."

"Hey..."

Those words made the old man remember something.

"Oh... okay, that's right." The two of them stopped talking and went back to their own thoughts.

They calmed down. Now, their attention was focused on a strange woman.

There was a woman who often came to their shop for tea. She came alone, without a companion, and rarely said a word. She just sat there, looking for someone.

"The one she was expecting didn't arrive. Finally, with a sigh, she quietly left.

She doesn't come every night. She only comes on nights when the moon is full. She usually enters this little shop with the moonlight soon after the moon rises.

To the old shop owner and the young waiter, she became a mystery.

“I don’t know if they are guardians, father.” “Look for the popcorn.” “So what is he?” “How do you know?”

Just like that, the old man and the waiter were confused in their thoughts.

Full moon nights...full moon nights, oh...there have been so many. Even though I waited in this shop for so many full moon nights, the woman sighed, the yellow path, and finally turned back in silence.

“Hey”

"He has arrived"

A woman was coming under the moonlight. Her slender body seemed to be sculpted with weak energy. She had entered the small shop.

There was a small table in the corner of the shop where she usually sat. From that table, she looked out toward the street outside.

As usual, the waitress poured her a cup of bitter tea. She glanced at the teacup as if she were not interested, and then she stared into the distance. She was the only one in the whole shop who came to drink tea. The old man was sitting at the counter, and the waitress was sitting against the wall somewhere in the shop. And... she was looking out at the street. The tea shop was as quiet as a piano without anyone playing it in the moonlight.

The moon is rising high in the sky. There are very few people drinking tea at the shop today. The full moon night is dull, as if it were lazy and nostalgic.

A faint scent of flowers wafted through the air, and a sound of poetry drifted through the air.

I need to make it bigger.

The sea

He opened his whole body and ran.

The lighthouse

I don't run at a gallop.

With his light

The opening ceremony of the baby sea turtle

.... I made the land perfect.

The sound of the poem drifts towards the tea shop. At the end of the poem, a man arrives in front of the shop. The woman, the old man, and the waiter all look at him with blank stares.

It must be a stranger, not from this area. With his tall stature and ruddy skin, he looked strange in their eyes. "Just a cup of tea."

The old man and the waiter came to life. The waiter, as he poured the stranger a cup of tea, glanced at the woman involuntarily.

On behalf of the woman, he took a deep breath. That man was also the one the woman was expecting.