Fortresses of good values do not come down easily. There are those that continue to preserve such values, both in the West and in the Orient.
Maung Po showed up later with a bunch of roses and with an air of diffidence, handed her the flowers. She flashed a broad smile and appeared flattered, as she set the flowers on a mantle near by. She requested him to sit down at the table. Just then, U Tin Maung emerged from his room, hobbling along with his cane. In the meanwhile, Ma Hla was preparing some tea in the kitchen. There were some delicacies that she baked out of rice and sugar, which she put on a plate, and hastened back to the table where Maung Po was seated. He appeared bashful, but her encouraging smile served to rekindle his confidence.
U Tin Maung joined them at the table, as Ma Hla served them some tea and the delicacies that she had baked.
“Do feel at home,” U Tin Maung said, as if Maung Po was no stranger, but somebody he had already known previously. ”I think we might have met somewhere before.” he said.
“Perhaps, in the marketplace or at the pagoda,” Maung Po replied.
Ma Hla pulled out a single rose, severing it partially from its stem. She expertly wore it on her hair, as she looked at Maung Po and smiled.
”It’s fragrance rubs off on you so well!” Maung Po exclaimed.
”Do you think so?” she asked, self-consciously.
”I don’t just think so. I know so,” he replied.
U Tin Maung appeared pleased. He could fathom Maung Po’s sincerity and felt all the more certain that love had already worked its magic, like a bird with outstretched wings, sailing swiftly through the air. “I’m delighted that you and Ma Hla have found true love,” he said.
”I’m delighted, too,” Maung Po confirmed. He suddenly plucked the courage that he lacked before and said, “May both of us have your permission to marry.” It was a bold request that Ma Hla herself didn’t expect.
“If it pleases you both, why not?” U Tin Maung said, smiling. ” You have my blessings.”
Now that everything was in the clear, Ma Hla and Maung Po began seeing each other more often. She accompanied him to his house to meet his sister who, in spite of her disability expressed her pleasure that she might soon acquire the status of becoming a sister-in-law.
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