Ye Khaung - Nyaung Yau Le Chi

Part (1)

A two-seater car, coming out of a gentle curve in Windermere Park, turned right. The driver, who was not exactly wealthy, but at least financially wealthy, was a beautiful woman in her thirties, piercing the scent of perfume that the surrounding community breathed every day.

Only insiders would say she is over 30, but considering that she is usually estimated to be younger, one can imagine how young this woman still is.

The car climbed steadily up the hill and, as soon as the road became level, it sped away at a high speed. At the intersection, it honked its horn loudly and sped along the country road. The other drivers, who were suddenly furious, could not say anything because they were women, and continued on their usual routes.

The yellow car, which was carrying two people, slowed down as it approached the university buildings, Pyay Kyaw Sang and Tagaung Kyaw Sang. The female driver, who was also a child, looked at the two buildings, where students could be seen milling around.

At that moment, a car overtook the yellow car, causing the yellow car to swerve to the right because of the female driver, causing the overtaking car to collide with a car from the other side.

The owner of the car that was overtaken was very angry. So the next time he was overtaken, he would

" Hey, kid. Try driving while watching the road..."

"He said, "The girl who was called turned to look at the old man. He hadn't heard what the old man had said yet.

" Sir... what are your orders?"

" he asked. But the fat man said nothing more and ordered his driver to drive faster. Because his sky-blue eyes, adorned with curled eyelashes under his three-month-old eyebrows, were filled with tears.

As the two-seat yellow car reached the intersection of Insein and Pyay Roads, the driver, as if in a daze, slowed down and then swerved toward Insein Road.

If only that little yellow car would turn onto the country road and stop in front of the big house called Yeiktha...

" How the gentle breeze blows, how the melancholy is described, how the rosary-like flowers bloom, how the freshness of the rosary-like flowers is born..."

The man who sat in front of the shiny piano, bowing his head, and singing with his harp was a young boy who must have been only 14 years old.

The parents, sitting on the large, comfortable sofas, were looking at their young son with great joy. Their son, Maung Than Swe, had been playing the piano since he was a child, out of instinct and passion, and had been practicing it diligently, which is why he has such a good voice.

" At the top of Nyo Nyo Yi Mountain, there is a beautiful waterfall with small waterfalls falling down - should I call it the peak of beauty..."

The table fan stirred the child's silk shirt. It stirred the hair, causing it to fall on his forehead. The roses on the table were also restless.

The sweet fragrance of the roses enveloped U Min Nyo and Daw Daw Kyi. U Min Nyo turned from looking at Maung Than Swe to Daw Daw Kyi, and saw that his wife's eyes were filled with tears.

U Min Nyo knew very well why she was crying. Even he seemed to have to control his temper. The events of 14 years ago were still hot in their hearts. Nevertheless, he gently hugged Daw Daw Kyi with his left hand. .

" Oh.. you're hiding too. If the child finds out, it will be sad."

"With a soft voice, Daw Daw Kyi wiped away the tears that were dripping from her eyes with a white handkerchief. Then, instead of looking at Maung Than Swe, she stared at the yellow-painted brick wall.

Every time she hears this song "Chit San Yin", Daw Daw Kyi's heart is filled with sorrow. Every time she relives the events of the past 14 years, her breathing becomes erratic and she finds it difficult to understand the mysterious fate that has unfolded.

The events of those 14 years were filled with joy, happiness, and joy, but now they are filled with sorrow. The image of Maung Than Swe, who is loved every day until those events are forgotten, is exactly the same as the one described in the words, "Don't forget this experience."

" Back then, I was so happy that I was in love with you... We were together, we were so happy, we were so happy, we were so happy..."

Even though the audience might remark that it was time to end with a pleasant voice, a melodious melody, and a heart-warming joy, for Daw Daw Kyi, this voice and this joy were invisible and unheard.

The piano stopped abruptly. The fingers, uncertain and unsteady, were trying to play the piano keys. The sounds were also "stirring".

" Ha...I've forgotten the chords here again. I'll just have to play the record."

The child got up from his seat. He ran to the record player and pulled out a box of records from the record cabinet under the record player. The record was a love song record that had been recorded about thirteen or fourteen years ago.

" Little man... Maung Than Swe"

Maung Than Swe turned to Daw Daw Kyi, holding the disc in his hand.

" What, Mom?"

Maung Than Swe came closer and sat on Daw Daw Kyi's lap. He looked at his mother's unhappy face with a frown.

" Mom, are you feeling unwell?"

"Good boy. Aren't you tired of playing so much?"

" Ha... What's up, Mom? If I have to play just this "Chit San Yan"... I can't play it ten times in one sitting."

Daw Daw Kyi glanced at U Min Nyo. She met U Min Nyo's gaze. Then her eyes focused on the disc.

I went and found the words: “Singer Kyaw Khin Khin Ngwe, Ko Tin Win Instrumental Group.”

“ Wait a minute...this is a song from fourteen or fifteen years ago. Isn’t it old? Don’t you like the latest artists like Lei Win Thala and Saung Kyar Bwe Oo? They’re the ones that Nuri and Hnin Nwe sing?”

“ Le Win Thala and Saung Kyar Bwe Oo are also good. But I don’t think they can beat “Chit San Yan”. When I hear the voice of this famous singer, Khin Khin Wai, I feel very happy. The piano sound of Ko Tin Win’s orchestra is also very good. It’s not easy for me to listen to it. While listening to it, I feel a sense of relief. At a time like this…”

U Min Nyo was listening with a nod. Daw Daw Kyi went into the bedroom. As for U Min Nyo, she had covered her face with a large piece of news paper. In fact, he was not interested in the letter. He was just thinking. Even though he pretended not to see or care about everything around him, he knew that Daw Daw Kyi would be lying on her back in the room, crying on her pillow.

In his eyes, the vague past was clearly visible, even in the distance. No matter how hard he tried to hide it, he couldn't.

Besides, from the recording side..

"Back then... I was addicted to love..."