Than Myint Aung - Moonlight Flower

The most interesting place in the flower photography exhibition hall for amateur photographers is a single lotus flower called "Layek and Kumudra".

The flower photo exhibition is full of beautiful flowers. Even the orchids are not far behind. There are also roses, jasmine, chrysanthemums, daisies, dahlias, and other flowers of various shapes and sizes. Among all these flowers, only one unique picture is included, and the camera concept and the painting are not enough to say anything.

The picture that captivated the audience was “Layee and Kumudra” because it was so good.

"The Kumudra lotus is very rare, you can't find it everywhere."

"It blooms when it meets the moonlight"

"Actually, its petals and colors are not particularly beautiful. But its rare condition, and its mysterious beauty, which does not bloom during the day but blooms at night under the moonlight, make it valuable. What a great photographer who was able to capture this flower under the moonlight."

“Look at the moonlight shining down, the white lotus blossoming in full bloom, looking up at the moon, the camera concept that can capture the beauty of the night, the moon, and the lotus flower is quite a masterpiece.”

"I want to buy that picture."

"Not for sale"

"It would be nice if I brought a camera from home and took that picture again."

While the exhibition visitors, who stopped in front of the photo and commented on the single lotus flower, were interested in the "Ye Htut Khaung" still on the stairs leading up to the exhibition hall. At a turn of the stairs...

"Hey... Ko Ye"

As they were about to pass each other, Ye Htat's steps stopped at the sound of a girl's voice.

“Hmm... Phyo, are you here to see the exhibition? Isn’t Nwe also here?”

“No, Ko Ye, Phyo came in as soon as he had time while he was drinking tea with his friends at the office, and Ko Ye’s family stayed at the office. If he had known that he would meet Ko Ye like this, he would have also been drinking tea.”

"Hello... what about Phyo?"

"What's wrong, you don't know about them, do you think?"

"Hey, Phyo already knows about me and you, Osa. What else do you need to know?"

"The story of a night when a lotus blossomed in the moonlight"

Phyo's words made Ye Htat's face turn pale.

"I don't know what Phyo is talking about. How am I supposed to interpret Phyo's words?"

““Huh... Huh... Ko Ye Naw, have you forgotten that Phyo and Nwe are best friends? Come on, Ko Ye, don’t be shy, I’m going to break you. Go and look at the first picture in the right corner of the photo gallery above, “Layyik and Kumudra.” Ko Ye must have beautiful dreams again, you know?”

As Phyo continued to walk down the stairs, the girl next to Phyo also looked at Ye Htut's face with a sad expression, "I will follow you." In Ye Htut's mind...

"Huh... That's a pretty bold-mouthed guy. He's just a friend, and he's different from Nwe," he commented and continued to climb up.

The photo that stood out to Ye Htut in the exhibition was a single photo of a single branch of the “Golden Pithauk” plant. It was not a bunch, a bunch of flowers, or a bunch of flowers planted in a bowl, but a single branch of a single flower, beautifully arranged in a golden hue. He stopped to look at it for a moment. At the top of the photo was a circular label with the words “Second Place in the Competition.” He also remembered the photographer’s name, “Kaungsat,” in the bottom right corner of the photo. Then, from the right corner of the exhibition that Phyo had mentioned, the first train came to the picture called “Layeeek and Kumudra,” passing by the other pictures.

"Lareek and Kumudra"

As soon as he stopped in front of the photo, Ye Htut's heart sank. It was a coincidence...

That night...

Oh my...

That flower is blooming.

The events of that night, oh... I don't think so. There's no way that it could be that much of a coincidence... -

Ye Htut's heart started pounding. That night, Nwe and his story... And if the lotus flower in the photo was from somewhere else, he wouldn't be so excited. When that flower bloomed in a vase on his balcony, he and Nwe were in his room. That flower was his real flower. Look, why is it in this photo gallery?

Is it possible, is it real, is it a dream, or is it... It's his own real Kama Mudra.

As he looked at the photo more closely, a mixture of surprise and anger began to form within him.

“Yes, this is a real flower that I planted myself. Look at the photo. There is even a little frost on the rim of the vase. The balcony where the vase is placed is a small brick bench, and behind it is the wall of my room. Look, the photographer is so bold, he took pictures of my property without my knowledge or permission. What should I do with him? Should I sue him?”

He was surprised again when he saw the photographer's name at the bottom of the photo.

“Su Su Htet (Fun Enthusiast)”

Say, a girl. Is it unbecoming of a girl to take a picture of a flower vase on her balcony at night? Anyway, this is not something that can be forgiven.

"Ye Htut Khaung" has never been bullied or taken advantage of by others in his life.

We've met before, "Su Su Htet".

You must know that I cannot be satisfied without getting something in return from you.

If her opponent was a boy, she would have reacted on the spot and the match would have been over. Now that she was a girl, she needed to be clever. Otherwise, she might face defeat despite having the upper hand.

He went out to the exhibition manager. The exhibition manager greeted him respectfully. He didn't hesitate.

"I want to reject the first "Lareik and Kumudra picture""

.and so

"The owner doesn't allow the painting to be sold. You'll see a sign saying 'Not for sale' on it, my brother."

"I see, I want it so much that I came to the old man and made a request. I can accept any price, no matter how high." -

“I’m sorry, brother, there are many people who want it like me. But that girl doesn’t agree to sell it. She only has one, brother. Some people sell exhibition photos, and they also sell PCs of those photos, and they are selling well. She doesn’t sell PCs either. It’s hard. Her competition photos are just for people to drool over.”

"I think that's a style, I don't know if it's just a fabrication."

"This doesn't seem right, brother. His appearance is calm and cool, and he doesn't seem to be interested in business, he's just a hobbyist."

"I want to meet the owner and make a request, bro. When can I meet her?"

"I can't say that, my brother. He only came once for the exhibition, and he didn't come the next day. He's just a student."

"So, if you have his address, please help me out a little bit."

“He didn’t give me his address, my brother. The address I gave him to contact him was the address of the ‘Wut Hmoon’ photography studio. My brother, if you go and ask there, you’ll find out.”

The exhibition curator showed him the address card of the photo gallery, and he copied the address and phone number into his diary.

The exhibition manager was cutting small triangles of gold paper to mark the photos after they were sold, and then he...

“Brother, aren’t you interested in the other pictures? I have many other pictures for sale, and the prices are listed.”

He paused for a moment....