My Alchemist (the Mythical Zawgyi of Myanmar) Book I

Chapter 20

I never thought Mondays could be this exciting.

Usually it's the most hated day of the week and I absolutely felt the same when I was in school.

But today, Monday doesn't sound so bad anymore.

In fact, I'm feeling energetic and thrilled as if I've been waiting to get to Monday all along.

Amara crossed her arms and looked frowning at me while I fixed my hair in front of the mirror.

She slightly opened her mouth and then bit down her lips as if she's holding off to speak, looking at me.

I was just redoing my hair after creating a fish tail braids and then thought it was a bit too much for an ordinary work day.

"So....are we having an event or...?" Amara said looking at me.

"What... don't be silly... I'm just going to work" I laughed.

"Work..? Huhh... and you've been working on your hair for like hours.."

"Not hours...30 mins..." I corrected her comment.

"Exactly....", she said raising an eyebrow.

I positioned my hair in multiple styles but then only ended up being in a high raised pony tail.

"The pony tail....you always have that hair when you want to impress somebody.."

"Huhh... a pony tail Amara... who am i going to impress with this hair.." I shot a glare at her picking up my bag.

Plainly as usual, I'm in my white shirt and light blue denims.

Amara looked at me with her eyes narrowed.

I ran downstairs, ignoring her look and hopped onto my bike when my mother came out running from the kitchen calling for me.

"Rosie... what about breakfast..!"

"Oh she's good Aunty Nwe...her stomach's already full by the thought of looking at some delish packs.." Amara said grinning.

"Delish packs..?? Did you pack food..?" Mom turned to me being confused.

"Shut up..." I glared at Amara.

"No...I'm good Ma... I was absent for quite some time and I don't want to be late today..."

"But it's 6:30..!!" Ma yelled but I hurled out my bike through gate.

My heart felt light and happy running to his house. Every turn of the bicycle wheels bringing me one step closer to him and it got me feeling butterflies in my stomach.

Amara was right...I feel like I'm already full enough.

I rode across the big gates and parked my bicycle under the garage. Running up the staircases has never been easier.

I pushed the big teak doors into the living room where I saw him reading some papers on the couch.

He looked up hearing the door open and there it was.

My favourite eyes of deep purple space. He must have just got of shower or washing his face because I noticed his front hairs soaked in wavy threads.