Don’t Fall, Sakura – Part (1)

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“Don’t Fall, Sakura – Part (1)

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“My daughter… it’s alright.”

“Yes… yes…”

Sitting on the soft-colored plane seat, with her legs dangling, ‘Khin Nan San’ responded to U Bo Kyaw Khan’s question with her usual calm tone, while gazing out at the clouds.

Inside the small private jet, seating 11 passengers, Khin Nan San was sitting alone in the front, enjoying the tranquility. Just a seat behind her was Ma Thuza, one of her attendants, always accompanying her wherever she went. In the back seat was her father, U Bo Kyaw San, sitting with his business friend, U Aung Din. His personal assistant, Ko Kyaw Thet, sat in the seat just ahead of them.

There were only five passengers on the plane: the two pilots and a flight attendant. The plane was heading towards the Nyaung U airport.

U Bo Kyaw San loosened his necktie a bit, turned to U Aung Din, and smiled.

“Since I only have this one daughter, I’ve been taking care of her like gold wherever I go, Aung Din. She is delicate and can’t handle hardships or heat. Isn’t it hot in Myanmar these days? That’s why I wanted to take her in a private jet, but I borrowed Yan Naing’s plane for now. At this rate, I might need to buy a private jet. Can we buy one in Myanmar now, Kyaw Thet?”

Looking over at his personal assistant, U Bo Kyaw San asked, to which Kyaw Thet replied shyly,

“Not long ago, a company that assists with private jet licensing held a presentation inviting business people, Uncle.”

“Great… when we return, contact that company, Kyaw Thet.”

“Yes, Uncle. If you want, we could even go through U Yan Naing; he’s already using a private jet, so he’d be more experienced.”

“That’s true… make sure to look into it.”

“Yes, Uncle.”

U Bo Kyaw San then turned back to U Aung Din with a smile.

“My daughter is frustrated with the traffic jams in Yangon and doesn’t want to go anywhere. I told her Bagan Nyaung U doesn’t have traffic. She can’t handle the dust, as it makes her feel short of breath. Even I get tired of the traffic in Yangon. If it were possible, I’d buy a helicopter to fly around town, but there’s nowhere to land. It’d be great if the new hotels had helipads on their roofs…”

U Aung Din listened attentively, keeping his thoughts to himself. Whether U Bo Kyaw San should be called a rural rich man or a lucky businessman, one could say he became rich despite lacking certain qualities.

Back in the day, he was said to be from Bagan Nyaung U, driving a horse cart before leaving for Japan with a Japanese woman he met. As luck would have it, the Japanese woman turned out to be the daughter of a Tokyo hotel tycoon. U Bo Kyaw San’s real name was Bo Kyaw, but following Japanese customs, the name was changed to include “San,” making him Bo Kyaw San.

His Japanese wife was highly capable, taking over her father’s hotel business, which she ran alongside her husband. They had only one daughter. Around that time, Bo Kyaw San befriended U Yan Naing, who was working in Japan.

Upon returning to Myanmar, U Bo Kyaw San provided a significant amount of capital for U Yan Naing to start his own business. It was the post-88 uprising period, which was a favorable time for business people like U Yan Naing to become wealthy quickly.

When Bo Kyaw San’s daughter was 15, his wife passed away from brain cancer, and he continued to manage the Japanese hotel group with the advice of his mother-in-law.

As Myanmar became more known to the world, with the rise of tourism, U Bo Kyaw San set his sights on Bagan and invested in hotel construction there.

U Bo Kyaw San was the financier, while U Aung Din, an engineer and owner of small hotels, collaborated on the project. Although they worked well together, their personalities required significant patience to manage.

As for Khin Nan San, born to a Myanmar father and a Japanese mother, she was raised mostly in Japan. Though given the Burmese name “Khin Nan San,” she would habitually respond with “hai” instead of “yes.”

Her appearance was that of a delicate Japanese girl, with soft, pale skin, pink-tinted cheeks, and a slender frame. Her black, silky hair fell over her shoulders.

“We’ll enjoy Bagan in the winter, but the heat in the summer is unbearable,” U Bo Kyaw San said, turning to U Aung Din.

“There are luxury cars available in Bagan, including Crown and Alphard models. Tourists nowadays prefer better cars than the old Sunny convertibles,” U Aung Din replied.

“Yes, Yan Naing has arranged for a Mercedes Benz with a driver to meet us at the airport,” added Kyaw Thet.

Bo Kyaw San was satisfied and smiled at his daughter’s attendant.

“Ma Thuza, don’t forget to give my daughter a mask when we land.”

“Yes, Uncle.”

“Kyaw Thet, do we have an umbrella?”

“Yes, Uncle.”

“Don’t forget to hold it over her.”

“Of course, Uncle.”

U Aung Din quietly smiled as Bo Kyaw San’s luxuries became apparent. Bagan, where he once struggled, now required him to be shielded with an umbrella.

The plane circled above the clouds, heading towards Nyaung U airport. They had been flying for about 20 minutes. Khin Nan San remained quiet the entire time, listening to music through her earphones.

“By the way, does your daughter speak Burmese?” U Aung Din asked.

Bo Kyaw San, smiling, replied, “Yes, the first word she spoke was ‘father.’ I’ve raised her like a Burmese girl.”

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