Journalist Ma Malay - Shu Ma Nyi

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If you just nod your head to what your father says, you will easily get a good house, a good fortune, and a good figure. It is not right to be patient all the way, but since I was young, I have been taught that hard work and effort are the best ways to enjoy life. Now, I have refused to accept the woman my father would give me, and even in this age of endless change, I have been traveling in the hot sun, suffering from the heat, suffering from the heat. The sun is getting hotter every hour. Every time my cart is burning, I beat the ox with a single blow. My disciple, Basu, who is with me, is doing the same thing, like a pack of sacks.

As a government official, U Kyaw Myint, I would have to stay at the house of my father, who was a great man, and I would definitely have to see my daughter. As Rukkha Soe Gyi Tun Maung pointed out, she would be beautiful, intelligent, and of high rank, and she would be better than any other woman. However, among the many qualities of being very proud, it was the last quality, which particularly motivated me to exert myself like this.

After taking two months of leave, I traveled from my hometown, Yangon, to Okpo by car. The car broke down several times on the way, and I had to avoid flying at times, so the journey was not as long as it should have been, and it took me three days to reach Okpo. Since the car broke down in Okpo, I rented a cart and traveled hard to the secluded village where the young woman lived.

It was exhausting to get off the cart, get on it, and hide in the hot sun because of the machine gun fire from the sky. I had never felt so tired before, and sometimes I smiled to myself as I ran and hid.

The evening sun was already scorching hot. My student could not bear it any longer and finally uttered, "Is it still far, teacher?"

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"I don't know, the cart driver said he couldn't sleep at night," I said, "I'm so creative, teacher." He groaned in unison, and I felt like laughing when I looked at him.

"What are you planning?" "It's not a good sign, sir."

"What a bad omen. It seems you're not a man. So you're still my disciple."

"No, sir, because my hometown is obscure, my name is a nickname..

"Try it, if you take a name, it's a girl's name. Now... pick it up, bro."

"It's just because it's cold, sir. If it's hot," he said without further ado, but took off his hat and put it on his forehead. I laughed out loud when I saw his expression. As he did so, he complained again, "I'm so hot, sir."

"What should I do if I have a fever?" "I need to drink water, sir."

I was still proud of my ability to find water even when it was running out, so I said, "Let's fight, Gu."

The wheels of the cart were making a clacking sound in the hot sun. The sound of it kept me going all the way. I was so thirsty that I had asked the old man to stop for a drink of water if I saw a tent. I saw a small tent just off the road. I asked the cart to stop and asked the old man to drink water from there. When I saw the old man coming out with a sad face and a sad expression on his face, I frowned, wondering what would happen next.

Teacher... I don't know if I'll die. He kept calling me, "Come...come," and I got angry and said, "Why did you come back to drink water? You're..."

"Man...my man, life is going to change. No one is seriously injured. I'm alone."

“You fool, you’re not coming quickly,” the driver scolded, but I had already jumped off the cart. After telling the cart driver to wait for a moment, I followed the chief to the hut. The hut was very small and old and rickety. It looked like it had been abandoned for a long time. It was very shabby and worn out. When we reached the entrance to the hut, the chief did not go in first, but made way for me, so I stepped forward and saw a man lying in a corner of the hut, covered in blood. When I saw him, I immediately staggered back, then stepped forward again and slowly walked towards him. He was about the same age and height as me. He was also the same height as me. His body was the same as mine. Only his skin was paler than mine.

When I got close, he opened his eyes and stared at me with wide eyes. I knelt down beside him and made a gesture of helping him, but he closed his eyes again and moaned softly.

"What's wrong, friend? What do you want to do? Where are you?" I asked. He opened his eyes after a while, but didn't answer, just staring at the arrow stuck in my chest.

"Tell me what help you need from me, friend. I will help you. I am not an enemy. Treat me like a friend, friend."

He stared at me for a moment, then pointed at the arrow he had stuck in my chest and moved his mouth as if to say something. I quickly removed the "arrow" and said, "Arrow, friend arrow," and put it in my hand.

He also took the arrow close, as if understanding my rank, and looked at it closely, and then, as if feeling sad, he said to me, "Are you a government official?"

I suddenly understood his meaning and said, "Don't be angry, friend. I'm not trying to hurt you. I'll help you if I can. Just tell me what you need."

"I am a mortal. If you were to be my last friend in my entire life..."

"It's okay, friend. I'm not your enemy. You can believe anything. Tell me what you want to say. I'll bring it to you. I promise."

Even after saying this, his face did not look happy, but he frowned and closed his eyes.

I was so worried that I was hurt, hurt, or dead that I couldn't even hold my feet or my hands. I lifted my head and said, "Hey... try it, Basaw." When I turned to Basaw, I saw Basaw standing motionless like a giant stone. I felt like getting up and kicking him.

"I need to spray some water. I don't know if it's dry. I need water, sir..water.."

"Dog, I've never heard of there being no water. Water..."

"Teacher, your eyes are wide open."

I used to laugh at his behavior, which always made me angry and wanted to laugh, but now I stopped laughing and just looked down at him and asked him, "Are you sick, my friend? Are you sick? How are you?" with a worried expression.

He shook his head gently and looked at me sadly with pleading eyes.

"Friend...where are you from, where are you from, what happened to you?"

He sighed and said sadly, “Can I trust you?” It was as if he couldn’t help but say, “I’m the one who made the last promise to you, my friend. You can trust me.” It hurt me so much that I shouldn’t have said it.