P.Morning - Vatthupadesa No. (9)

Black and white

Big Aye, Big Aye, my little niece, that evening when we were having dinner together, it was very difficult to say something that I wanted to say at the dinner table. Therefore, since I was the same age as Big Aye, who had been working as a cook for Big Aye for three months and four days before Big Aye died of piles, I even ate the dish that Ko Bo Aung had cooked.

I don't know if it's good or bad. It's like swallowing the chaff. He calls me Kyi Aye, but he's not the kind of Kyi Aye who is cold. I know that when you have to tell bad news to Kyi Aye during a meal, the person you're talking to often feels like their mouth and tongue are sore, and their veins are numb and sore.

If I tell you, you certainly won't like it. If you don't like it, I don't know if it's because I was a child and I read a book between my legs. Thinking about it, I feel like a big, sharp-tongued, white-haired man climbing a mountain.

However, I decided to take the risk and say something like "Don't say it, don't play it, don't cry," and I started, "Big."

“Huh?” “Big brother, that’s what I said the other day, er… that’s… I…” “What’s wrong?” “I’m going to see the rebels in Tharyawaddy.” “What’s wrong?”

“I should go. I’m really looking forward to today. It would be really fun if we went. I heard that the vultures were flying around. What if there were a lot of rebel girls?” - “Hey, what’s wrong?”

The lump in my throat was like a lump in my throat, waiting for me to say something, waiting and listening, so I couldn't continue talking right away, so I had to pause and relax for a while. Then, "I'm so sorry I couldn't follow you."

Before the big boy could even lift the rice ball to his mouth, the little boy was already weighing it in his hand, staring at me with a look that seemed to make him want to slap my face with it.

"Why can't I come?"

“There is a very important matter. I remember that this is not the time to leave Yangon, whether openly or secretly, Your Majesty.”

"Dude... you used to follow me, what are you talking about now?"

"I don't think I can keep up. I can't keep up, big guy."

"Why? Who else is feeling the breeze around their hips? Someone must be there."

I heard the words of the great Aye in my mind, as if they were very familiar to me, but I was also very surprised and thought that it was a very rare thing. I thought that it was a detective's intelligence.

"Yes, my dear, I think so. I'm seeing it. It's not because I'm happy. It's because I'm afraid that others will get it."

“Who is it, where is it from?” “It’s called ‘Ma’sae. I call it ‘sae’.” “What’s your name, Aye… what’s your name?”

"Plastic... big. Plastic. Where can I get seeds? Big ones are also quite expensive."

“Your name is Chua, I am not Chua. Avoid this name, O Aung, I will not be poor. You are a cunning and cunning person, you are only looking for a wife. A woman with this name is not a good wife. I will tell you, names like Boshun, Mae So, Budo, Haek Lae, especially Mae Sae are never bad. If a woman is branded with this name, she will remember until she dies that she is never bad. What kind of child will she be?”

“He’s very handsome, Kyi Kyi, he’s not in Yangon yet.” “Which village are you living in now? If he’s not in Yangon yet…” “He’s the same, Kyi Kyi, he’s in this city.”

“Oh... the other day, Colonel, wasn't that the girl I greeted on the bus?”

"Yes, I remember the conductor holding my hand while taking the money, and I was really angry."

I felt so relaxed in the cold...

"Oh, it doesn't matter, I'm also called a slob, and I even beat the conductor on the bus. I don't think this woman will take you. If she fights with the conductors and drivers and you and your little girl get on the bus early, you won't need to worry anymore. There's one thing to be sure of, my child. When did you meet her and where did you find out?"

“I knew it from watching the show. She was a great teacher. She could remember every detail. She was very good at drawing. Her cars were always on display at the show.”

"Hey, it's a painter," he said, wrinkled his big nose, and blew his nose like a cow.

"He even has a portrait of me hanging in my house. It doesn't seem like he really likes this picture."

"If it's like you, it's okay if you don't like it. Well, you'll see."

Teacher. Do you paint? Well, the woman who chats with the conductor on the bus. What's there to dream about? There are many beautiful women, widows, and single women in Thayarty. That's why I can't go sightseeing."

Then I have to explain the exact circumstances of the incident.

“If I leave Yangon now, it will be a big mistake. There is no bigger mistake in the world. Girls are very difficult. It’s like the saying goes, ‘If you don’t see me for a day, you forget me for a year.’ They are not like boys. They have many faces. They are young and go down three flights of stairs. Why can’t I be completely confident? They are beautiful, they are teachers, and they are also good at painting. They have many admirers. I am an educated person. If I don’t get a chance to win, I will earn my living. I can’t help but think about which husband I will marry. And then there is the painter Tha Zhe. They are very close scholars, and they meet and talk, and they are friends, and they are friends, and they are friends, and they are friends. Who can leave them with confidence? This Tha Zhe, the painter, also has curly hair. It's like Sunday. Sundays with curly hair are easy to remember, big brother. Scared, curly, tied, tied. If I weren't there, I would be in the middle of the road, big brother. Besides, this guy treats my hair like the dust under his car tires. I can tell by the way he talks. When I see my hair, what is the color of his hair, what is the color of his "color-contrast" on his shirt, what is the name of the boy who speaks in a low voice? From what I have seen, girls tend to be the ones who talk like this. I don't know why. When I think about these things with my mind, I think that I have a very important and important matter to worry about, big brother. That's why the wife of the Thayarwady rebels, Even the widows and young girls are so eager to see me and invite me, but now, if I leave Yangon, I can see clearly enough that the things that will go wrong will be serious, as if I were to place eight plums, eight bitter melons, and eight yams on my palm. I beg you not to go. I am very angry, and I will be punished.”

Big Aye laughed so hard that I couldn't stand it.

"I'm not angry. Thagi won't let you marry this girl. I know."

"My lord... my lord, Thagi is my servant, my slave. Let him not take the woman I want, what can he do, my lord?"

I was angry, and I didn't even remember if I hit the table with my hand or if I just clenched my fist and hit it. I still think I did something to the table.