Nat Nwe - The girl who came to visit

Chapter (1)

As her

He spreads his mind into the darkness, he wanders his consciousness. And in this way, nothing comes to his mind.

She was shaking, her whole body trembling.

He knows nothing, he cannot think anything, and in his fore-head, in his mid-head, in his south-east, and in his north-west, a forest of darkness covering sixty leagues prevails.

She thinks.

Even then, he doesn't know where he is. He doesn't know how he got here. All he knows is darkness.

She pondered over her fate, wondering how time had changed. To the city's unknowing eyes, the length, breadth, and height had not changed, nor had time changed, all was darkness.

It is also doubtful whether she has any five senses.

He has no sense of sight, no sense of hearing, no sense of smell. Every time he tries to use his nose, he gets choked. He has no hunger, no sour taste in his mouth, and he only wheezes.

Every part of his body seemed to be in contact with nothing, to the point of numbness. He seemed to be floating outside the walls of the universe.

A realization came to her.

I am still real. I am not an abstract entity without substance, I am in me. I am present. I have a head. I am a human being made up of the four elements.

I have hips. I have breasts. I am a woman. My hips are developed. My breasts are developed.

Even so, her mind was still confused.

Where are you? What is happening to you? Who are you? You don't know anything about yourself. Your ten sides are closed.

A sudden spark of light flashed somewhere inside her.

You cannot search for your past in the darkness, but your present is with you. You know your present.

I am. I am somewhere. I am somewhere with something.

If so, there must be a future on the other side of the darkness. We must carve through the darkness ourselves. It must be like a diamond that carves through a mountain, not a basket.

Her back was bare. There was a touch. It was hard. It was a cold brick surface.

Is this the wall of the universe? == She rolled her hips. That feeling. Hard and cold. It was made of brick.

Is it the stone pavement in the garden? " She moved her arms. Stretched them out. Waved them - touched them. Rubbed them.

Suddenly, he found himself in a dark apartment, sitting on a sofa with his back against the brick wall.

He can't tell how long it's been, nor can he imagine what it's like.

She slowly stood up, using both hands to rub her back against the brick wall. When she sat down, she also rubbed her back against the brick wall and slowly fell onto the floor.

Suddenly, she felt a pang of fear. Her knees were shaking. Her chest was pounding.

One foot stepped into the darkness. The other stopped.

Step again.

She touched something with her left foot. As soon as the object moved, it suddenly stopped in her head.

Then she bent down and touched the object she had kicked with her foot with one hand. First she touched the cold surface. Then she touched the warm, dry, moving object with her fingertips. It was leather or plastic. It was a handbag.

She picked up the handbag. She held it in her lap and tried to open it with both hands. How to open it? Where to open it? The handbag was foreign to her. If it were her own handbag, she would be able to open it easily, in the light or in the dark. Now her slender fingers were trying to ...

Then the bag opened. He reached inside and tried again. He felt something cold and hard. A gun? His hand twitched. But no, a lighter. He tried again. It wasn't a lighter. It was a small, pocket-sized flashlight.

It must be her handbag. It must be her flashlight. It suddenly occurred to her that she was familiar with these things. It must have been this handbag that had somehow fallen out when she entered this room.

Why did you come to this room?

She is not a poet, she cannot think. She cannot think of any place or department.

There is one thing I know. Someone is dying in this room. They are lying on the floor. I can't say how I know this. I just know it in my heart.

"Oh...I'll get out of here quickly, quickly."

She suddenly trembled. She was afraid. She left this place. One step,

I was afraid to take the next step. It was dark. The darkness had taken over me.

Suddenly, I remembered the flashlight. In the darkness before me, a woman was dying. Dead. It seemed like I had seen her myself. But I wanted to take another look to make sure.

I took a flashlight out of my handbag. I pressed the button with my thumb and moved it forward. A small beam of light pierced the darkness. It fell on something.

Just as he thought.

In fact, I would say it's just as I know it.

A woman lies on the floor. -

The legs, thighs, hips, back, head, and torso are prone. There is a wound on the head. It appears to have been hit by a gunshot. Both arms are stretched forward.

She stepped forward. She used the flashlight carefully. Especially careful not to hit the protruding head. She sat down next to the man. She held his wrist. It was cold. It was stiff. There was no blood pressure, no pulse.

She got up. There was nothing else in the room. No people, no furniture, and next to the deceased was a flashlight. I don’t know if it was two or three shots. The glass was broken. It seemed that the flashlight had been used earlier. It was by its light that she had seen this young woman. But she couldn’t say whether the flashlight was hers or not. She didn’t know how it had come into her hands. But she thought it had fallen out of her hand. She thought the glass had broken because of her. But she didn’t pick up the flashlight.

There was nothing for her to do here. She had to get out of here quickly. She took two steps towards the slightly open door. A sudden fear rose in her mind. In her hand was a flashlight that was turned on. The light went off. It was dark. There was nothing in sight.

I waited patiently. I waited for a long time. Then I walked straight to the door.

I pushed the door open. I hurried outside. I don't remember what happened next. I realized that I was outside my house when I saw myself in the sunlight. I don't know how I got out of the house. I noticed that the front door was not locked.

Then I forgot myself again. I came to my senses again when I heard the sound of a car. I was already on the main road. I was standing at a bus stop. There were people around me. I didn't pay attention to them. I got on the bus that suddenly arrived. I sat down in a seat.

Chapter (2)

There were almost a full seat of people on the bus. But she didn't notice them, she didn't feel connected to them. They seemed to be a world apart. Her world was drifting in the forest.

A ticket seller approached her. She opened her purse and handed her a five-kyat note. She also said something. I don't remember what it was, but the ticket seller gave me tickets and refunds.

The bus stopped and started. Passengers got on and off. Finally, the bus stopped. It stopped for a long time. There were no more people on the bus.

"We've reached the end of the gate, where are you going, sister?"

She heard a voice to her right and turned around. She saw a woman standing on a bench. She was smiling at her. She had a kind and gentle face. She seemed a little older than her. She was wearing a white long-sleeved shirt and a green tunic. She had a cane with books in her hand. She must have been a schoolteacher.

"Oh, yes."

She quickly got out of the car. Her head felt dizzy as she got up. She stumbled as she got out of the car. The teacher grabbed her arm.

"Thank you."

"I think my sister is sick."

"I am fine"

However, the teacher did not let her go and took her to a nearby cold drink shop. They sat at a table. The teacher ordered two glasses of lemonade.

"My name is Tin Tin Aye."

"Oh. Yes."

"What's your sister's name?"

"Sir"

Her eyes widened. She wondered if she had a name, not knowing what to say to the woman named Tin Tin Aye.

At that moment, two cups of lemonade arrived. She immediately took the cup of lemonade and drank it. She felt relieved. Her head became a little clearer.

But he still doesn't know who he is.

She couldn't help but think about the other side of the dark, small room. The teacher seemed to understand her dilemma.

"How can I help my sister?"

"I'm not able to say anything."

"My sister has a lot of money."

"Sir"

"When I was in the car, my sister opened her wallet to pay the fare and saw a stack of 20-ton bills."

"Sir"

She looked down at the handbag on her lap. It was black. She didn't think it was hers with the white trim. It must be new. She opened the bag. Two kilts, a handkerchief. A small round mirror. She thought she had seen these things before.

There are two bags. Open the other side. There is a small hand-held 'knife'. There is an envelope. I pull out the envelope. It is addressed to 'Mathuzha'.

No one, no one.

She chanted it in her mind. Is this her name? She can't say it.

There was a letter in the envelope. She pulled it out. Tin Tin Aye was watching her movements carefully.

The name "Ma Thu Za" was fresh in her ears. She held the letter and hesitated for a long time, debating whether to read it or not. If it was someone else's letter, she wouldn't read it.

But for now, this bag and this letter are in my hands. They are my belongings. This is the only clue that can help me find myself.

If this letter wasn't hers, it would have been the dead woman's. Who was the dead woman? How would she know?

Finally, with trembling fingers, I unfolded the folded paper and read it.

Thanlyin town.

Snow Mountain.

Ma Thuza....

We were very surprised when we received the letter from Zaw Min Tun Bi. We couldn’t believe it because he had a wife. We didn’t think he would get one so quickly. We didn’t expect him to get married so suddenly. We were very surprised. But surprise is surprise. There is nothing to object to. He was afraid that we would not agree. We have never seen Ma Thu Za, but we must welcome her as Zaw Min Tun’s wife. As soon as you receive this letter, Thanlyin, come quickly to Hnin Simaing.

Tin Tin Lat

I read the letter twice and then raised my head and said, “My name is Ma Thu Za. I am going to Thanlyin. Thank you for helping me.”

She said as she put the letter back in the envelope. She put the envelope in her handbag.

"Shouldn't I take you to the port?"

"It's okay, Ma'am, I'll go on my own."

She got up from her seat.

“If you need help, my sister, come to me anytime. I live on this street, house number 483, Sakwa Street. If you ask for Teacher Tin Tin Aye, you can ask anyone.”

"Yes, thank you, ma'am."

Chapter (3)

She didn't remember much about the journey. Later, when she thought about it, she remembered the seagulls as if they were a dream. She also remembered the rough sea. Apart from those two, she didn't remember anything else. It was only when she got off the ship with the crowd that she regained consciousness that she had arrived in Thanlyin.

He had no idea. There was no one to greet him. When he left the port gate, there was a commotion of cars and horse-drawn carriages.

The place I have to go to is not Kharam or Thro, not Kyaik Khaok or Kyauk Tan, but Hnin Simaing.

So she approached the carters. They were riding in a cart. An old woman and a child got out on the road. Then the cart, carrying her alone, continued for a long time. It turned sharply to the left. It went straight. She had forgotten the houses on the left.

The horse-drawn carriage stopped.

"I have arrived at Hninsimyaing, girl."

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