A small car, the Annoconda, was driven down a long stretch of road, the speed of which caused a small tornado to form.
At the entrance of a small gate, the car braked, a horn started blaring, and you could hear the sound of war.
In shock, he dropped the radio in his hand, reached for the door, and headed for the gate, intending to open it.
He opened the gate, and the nose of the car was pushed towards another part of the house.
A young woman emerged from the car, looking as if she had not eaten. Aside from her body shape and the clothes she was wearing, you couldn't tell she was a woman, because of the thin skin, but you could tell by looking at her skin that she was a young woman. She was wearing a long material dress, a hat on her head, and a pair of sandals that looked like she was wearing a pair of shoes.
She went to where the old man was struggling to close the gate, she came and looked at him and said “What kind of person are you, son of God? You look like you have no blood in your body or someone who doesn't eat? All the food you eat is good but you have no use for it, right? By God, from today I will come back, leave me outside and I will call you rude, it's useless work, I don't see the point of keeping you at the gate of this house, Daddy insisted that you will be the guard”
The old man fell silent, bowing his head, feeling the girl's pleasure, a girl no better than the girl in his womb.
She opened her purse and threw three thousand kyats on the ground, saying, “Take this and buy me an Irish, I'll cook it for you, I'm out of stock.”
He respectfully bowed and took the money and said, “Your life is good, but I don't understand what you asked me to buy.”
She looked at him with contempt and said, “You have done too much for yourself, I mean thank you, may God save us from the life of ignorance and the life of the village.”
Without saying a word to her, he turned and started walking, and she also headed towards the entrance to the house.
A voice entered her mother's voice saying “Mummy, Mummy”
“Yes, you're back?”
“Yes, I'm back. Where are these children?”
Maids are here for us"
“They are their part”
“So I gave this old man money to buy me an Irish, the son of the house is a scoundrel, and I want him to make me some of his skin and boiled eggs to have lunch with him.”
Mummy said, “Shikenan, may God not do anything stupid to you.”
“By God, I swear I will follow my own path and send this man away. He has eaten what he has eaten for years. But Daddy is adamant that he must come to this guard. For God's sake, Mummy, give him advice on changing this old man.”
Mummy rolled her eyes and said, “Fadila, keep my secrets to yourself, I don't care.”
She pushed him aside, then said, “Anyway, let me go to bed because I'm really tired. If he brings it, I'll have his skin cooked and seasoned very well, and then three pieces of rice cooked and put on my head.”
Mummy said, “I hope you told them yourself?”
Fadila said, "I'll finish the kitchen—even if it's difficult for me, I'll tell them." She finished speaking, turned around, and left the room.
She went to her room, threw her shoes in the middle of the room, where she kept her bags, but she threw them somewhere else, took off her hat and threw it on the floor, and climbed onto her middle bed, yawning, and groaning.
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She was sitting in front of the stove, pushing dry coals to boil, and a cloud of smoke was rising. She was covering the fire with a small bucket lid, pulling the lid, and her eyes were burning from the smoke.
When the fire started, the girl quietly said "Alhamdulillah" and rearranged the pot on the stove.
She made sure the fire was burning well, then she stood up and gathered all the debris she had gathered in the house, tidied up the place, and left the stove and the firewood inside it.
She returned to collect the cornmeal in a sack, and with a scythe and a broom, she found a place to sit on the carpet that covered the small courtyard of the house, and began to knead.
A white woman came out of a window, her hand holding a charcoal grill, saying, “Masha Allah, the good girl caught fire, right?”
She remained silent and did not answer.
“I'm talking to you, Amina.”
She came back from her thoughts in a panic and began struggling to untie the sack of cornmeal.
The woman said, “Amina, what are you thinking about doing?”
The one called Amina sighed and said, “Inno, by God, I'm thinking about the placement exam in our country.”
Inno said to her, “You have to do it, this book is the one who will enter paradise if you endure it like this.”
“Mom, please understand me, I really want to study, please, even if it's a loan, borrow this money so I can pay for this exam, before Dad sends me the money.”
Inno said, “I have nothing to borrow, by God, the shegiya of the boko is useless. You did what you did, so stop doing that, come back and get married, but there are rumors about you in this town, because your father married you off to someone and said you were a boko, even now, apart from the scraps of papers, your father has not kept the boko, for years and years you have been wandering the streets carrying boko, you always bring useless papers and keep them. I am about to pack a bag of papers too, I will make a shegiya and everyone can rest.”
Without hesitation, Amina also said, “Well, for God's sake, let me write a letter to my father, so that he can help me and send me money to pay for the exam, since you won't pay me.”
Inno said, "Now send me the money, we have many needs that are more important than this
