San San Nwe (Tharawaddy) - The little boy is not strong enough

Chapter (1) Around 1977 “Now.. Daw Shwe Sin Mon, if you have any questions...”

The presiding judge's calm voice pierced the courtroom.

Amon, trying his best to keep his composure, rose from his seat and respectfully bowed to the jury.

The courtroom was noticeably quieter than before, except for the faint sound of the front desk clerk typing the closing statement of the prosecution.

Everyone seemed to be focused on the questioning that the public prosecutor, Daw Shwe Sin Mon, was about to ask. Mon glanced around the courtroom for a moment. The old woman, who was sitting stiffly on the bench, approached and smiled, causing Mon to shiver.

The crowd, which was not only packed all around the courthouse, but also crowded at the courthouse doors, was also very disappointing. The crowd was causing a lot of inconvenience to the female witness.

Amon gathered his scattered attention as best he could and stared intently at the witness girl's face.

"Mathitasem, I am eighteen years old."

"Oh, no."

"Yes, sir."

Thida Sim, who was surprisingly bold and colorful for her age, raised her face slightly, raised her eyebrows, and gave a face that said she would answer any questions, showing no signs of being shy or timid.

"Did you know the defendant Daw Khin May before?" "Yes. We became friends about a year ago."

Thidasem turned to the defendant and smiled as she answered the question. Amon continued to ask questions while waiting for the typewriter to record the information.

“The police said that Mathitha Sam was there the night the Golden Dragon Hotel was raided. Did Mathitha Sam ever go to the Golden Dragon Hotel that night?”

"Oh, no... I've come here often before. We usually come when Auntie Mae orders."

As young and agile as he is, he seems to have little experience in court. He is close to the defendant, and he cannot ignore the defendant's influence, and he does not understand why he makes the defendant more guilty by testifying so boldly.

"Now, Secretary, please be specific. I've been here often before, right? Well... if Auntie May says so, then we're used to coming here."

Amon started to argue in the courtroom. Even the judge...

"Ask me a little calmly, Daw Shwe Sin Mon. Make sure the records are accurate. The typewriter is a real old one that came with the public domain. It's very well-controlled."

"I'm sorry, I'm not a lawyer." Amon waited patiently as the typewriter kept ticking away. Knowing that there shouldn't be a long gap between questions, he was very polite.

"The reason why Mathirasam was at the Golden Dragon Hotel on the night of Rika's arrest was because of the defendant's order?"

“Yes, of course, I came here because it would work,” the audience at the courthouse began to stir. Thita Seem’s painted face, however, seemed to be more like a lottery ticket than anyone else.

I woke up. Amon's heart started to beat faster and faster inside me.

"What does it mean to be a job?"

Thida Sim, her long eyelashes curled up, her blue-green eyelids bulging, and she smiled unblinkingly.

“So, when I got to the Golden Dragon Hotel, I met some foreign guests there. Two of them, who said they were Greek sailors, slept with me.”

Ha-ha-ha laughter erupted.

Amon's eyes turned blue, and the entire courtroom became blurry. Even though he was trying to control his emotions, he felt uncomfortable, as if he had nowhere to rest his eyes.

The learned judge intervened to record the witness's answer and he was satisfied.

“That night I went to the Golden Dragon Hotel. I met and talked to foreign guests. Among those guests were Greek sailors, I know.” “Yes, Matsitasem.” “Well… I slept with two foreign guests, I know, Greek sailors, and we had sex. Is that right?” Daw Shwe Sin Mon asked to complete the question.”

The typewriter was also in a state of shock. The page ran out and a new sheet of paper had to be inserted. As the speaker recited the speech for the second time, the audience became noticeably more noisy.

Amon felt that the time he had to wait was longer than necessary. He could not fix his hot face, and he stood there for so long.

It's so beautiful. If possible, I would like to divide the land and sow seeds.