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“The plane hasn’t landed yet, brother. We arrived a bit early. Would you prefer to wait in the lobby, or should we wait outside?”
“We’ll go in later. Come, let’s wait over there under the shade of the tamarind tree.”
Loon Yay Kyaw and Maung Than Zaw, who was driving the tour van, walked towards the circular benches under the tamarind tree.
In truth, Loon Yay Kyaw’s job wasn’t to welcome guests at the airport. He just came along out of boredom.
Loon Yay Kyaw owned a small guesthouse in New Bagan, which wasn’t particularly popular. Although Maung Than Zaw handled most of the work, such as picking up the guests, Loon Yay Kyaw sometimes tagged along when bored, or he would even drive the tour van himself. It wasn’t about running a business for him, but rather about enjoying a laid-back life. The hotel staff and tour van drivers treated him like a close friend, and you wouldn’t even recognize him as the owner of the guesthouse. He dressed in a simple outfit, often wearing tight traditional longyi with an untucked, loose-fitting shirt, sometimes chewing on betel nuts. He got around on a motorbike, making him seem like just another tour driver or hotel attendant.
As Loon Yay Kyaw sat under the tamarind tree, he glanced around.
Just then, he noticed a black Mercedes—a rare sight in Bagan—enter the airport grounds.
“Than Zaw, look over there! That car is spectacular. Whose car is that? Do you know?”
“That’s U Yan Naing’s car, brother. It’s not always here. You only see it when he or his special guests are around. By the looks of it, his private jet might be landing today. I’m not sure if he’s coming himself or if it’s one of his special guests…”
Loon Yay Kyaw focused on the black Mercedes that stopped in front of the airport. The car was a high-end Mercedes model. Normally, only business tycoons or VIPs ride in such cars. U Yan Naing wasn’t just famous in Bagan, but all over Myanmar, owning large hotels, restaurants, factories, and companies. As Loon Yay Kyaw continued watching, he saw a group of people emerging from the airport building.
Leading the group was a well-dressed man in his 40s or 50s, exuding the air of a wealthy business mogul. He wore a pristine white long-sleeve shirt and white pants, complemented by a light grey coat draped over his shoulders and a necktie. He carried a black coat over his arm. His black shoes shone brilliantly.
The man’s skin tone was a bit tan, and he had neatly combed, thick hair with some strands falling slightly forward. His dark eyebrows, prominent nose, and deep eyes gave him a dignified look. His posture was firm, and he walked with steady steps. One glance, and it was clear he was a man of wealth.
Behind him was a young man dressed in a white shirt and a purple longyi, clearly an attendant following closely behind. After them was another well-groomed gentleman, likely around the same age as the businessman.
Suddenly, a figure dressed entirely in white entered the scene—a woman whose presence was almost blinding in the sunlight. From her white hat, gown, and shoes, to her white sling bag, she stood out as if casting a glowing aura. Her skin had a soft pinkish tint, and she carried herself with such grace that she resembled a royal princess. Her long neck adorned with a single pearl necklace added to her regal appearance. At first glance, she might be mistaken for a Japanese or Korean woman, but upon closer inspection, her strong eyebrows and expressive eyes gave her a distinctly Burmese beauty. Judging by her resemblance to the man, she was likely his daughter.
“Wow, brother, she’s gorgeous…” Than Zaw whispered softly beside him.
The entire group walked towards the black Mercedes, and as they reached it, the young attendant hurried ahead to open the doors. The businessman and the beautiful woman entered the back seat, while the older gentleman took the front passenger seat. Just then, another sedan arrived, and the woman’s companions, a female and a male attendant, got into that car, following the Mercedes.
Than Zaw smiled slyly. “Brother, don’t you wish you had someone like her?”
“It’s not that I’m impressed. I just glanced at her. I don’t like these fair-skinned women. I prefer traditional beauties with dimples and strong features.”
“Really, brother? I’ve never heard you mention liking any dimpled girls before.”
“Hey, look! Here comes one.”
Loon Yay Kyaw pointed towards a motorbike pulling up and grinned.
