Akidaw - My lover talks about his lover

In Burmese, I have heard that the words of children, fools, and fools are often true.

She is like a child, a dancer, a fool. Like a child, she is lovely. Like a dancer, she gives me a sweet feeling. Like a fool, she is difficult to get along with.

What's worse is that the famous sayings of the ancients were distorted and wrong. Because she said the right thing.

So, you might ask, is she being mean? Yes, she is very mean. Who is she mean to? You might also ask, "Is she mean to me? Is she mean to the people around her? Is she mean to her boyfriend?" The worst part is that she is mean to herself.

This is how I met her...

It was late at night. After a drunken and drunken visit to a friend in South Dagon Seikkan Township, they had a heated argument and then went home in a bad mood. It was my first mistake. I must say it was a mistake. I saw a rental car that I didn't know where it came from, and I was able to return home without breaking a sweat.

The driver, who was not sure whether it was because he was in a good mood or just wanted a companion, agreed to take the 2,000 kyats, which was enough for such a long journey, so he swallowed his joy and got on the bus. Even though he got on the bus, his anger wouldn't go away. Yes. My friend had just eaten in the city and had gone home. He insisted that he would take care of me again.

The problem arose before I could even spend a single penny after calling home. The problem was...

“Myananda xx Rainy Day xx”

"Hmm..what's that noise..."

The driver's voice was a bit distorted. The lyrics were still wrong and confusing. Aye Le, who had to drive in the hot sun all day, was tired. This was his entertainment. Let him say so.

Wait, the issue just now is not that controversial. While we were talking about this and that, we came to the spiritual world..

“Shwe Mann Taung Peak xx is like a mountain, it

Oh... this evil voice is so annoying... let it be... what does it have to do with me...

What... Well... When it comes to the spiritual world, my friend says that he doesn't believe in the afterlife at all... They're talking nonsense... I have literary evidence... Not entirely, but writers wouldn't write about it...

“Have fun, Bhikwexxx” “Huh.. what’s that noise huh...”

Oh my.. This driver's voice is so loud, like a bird's sting, I think he has a great talent for singing.

"Tauk..." He said with both his eyes and his voice. He read it carefully. Just look at it. Leave it to him. Now.. let's continue with our own. My friend didn't believe me just by seeing it in the letter... He said he would believe me if he saw it with his own eyes...

"So... do you believe that Japan exists..." he said, and his friend's face was a mess and he was sobbing...

“Myananda xxx sweet water xxx shadowy xxx” “Hey... it's a joke...”

The driver's voice was so loud that I almost screamed. It was so bad and so hoarse. Now.. I can't let this driver go like this. When his voice interrupted my thoughts, it was so disturbing. I thought that traveling with that loud voice and listening to music on a cassette tape would be more peaceful, so I patted the driver on the shoulder...

"Hey man..." "Ha..."

The driver, not knowing what had scared him, turned the steering wheel to the left, and as he got onto the platform, he turned right again, circling the traffic light, barely avoiding the light pole.

The car stopped in a state of disrepair. After that, for a long time, he didn't speak or move, just stood there like an ostrich. I held his shoulder and shook him, unable to understand the driver who had become so disrespectful...

"What happened... huh..."

Then the driver regained consciousness and turned to me hesitantly, shaking his head. Then, with a twinkle in his eye...

“Ah... you...” “Yes... yes.. it's me... what happened?”

"What?"

"What's going to happen... you're... hehe..."

I couldn't even speak to the driver anymore and started crying like a child begging for food. After a while...

"Get down... you... get down... I'm not driving..."

"Hmm... why... what did I do..."

"What are you doing? You're so cold... hey... my back... my... my.."

The driver was struggling to hold back his tears. The tears, saliva, and saliva on his face were all mixed together like a face wash, forming a circle on his face, and he continued to write for a long time.

"No... I just tapped the driver on the shoulder to ask him to turn on the cassette..."

"Touch that shoulder. . . uh..."

"Does it really matter that much just because of the shoulders?"

"I'm surprised.. I've been driving funerals for the past fifteen years... So.. I just got this rental car today and drove it outside the city to test drive it... I don't know who saved her from her troubles... He touched her with his cold hand and said, "Hey, man." I thought I was driving a funeral every time... Aung Malay.. Now that I think about it, I'm a little nervous.