Maung Thaw Ka - Maung Nyo from Sannihtan Island

(1)

Comrade Maung Nyo fell on the island of Sannitthan.

Comrade Maung Nyo, severely wounded, lay face up on the rocks of the island. His back was pressed against the rough, uneven surface of the island, so he could not roll over. One of his knees was bent, and sometimes he tried to get up with all his strength, grimacing and clenching his teeth. But when his exhausted strength could no longer support his body, he fell back. Then, from his parched throat, burning chest, and cracked lips, indistinct moans would come out in agony.

The clothes that had once seemed pure were now torn beyond recognition. The leather shoes he was wearing were also torn to shreds. The soles of his feet and toes, protruding from the torn leather, were covered in wounds as if they had been stabbed with a knife. Some of the wounds were as dark as ripe mangoes, while others were swollen with scabs. There was hardly a single spot on his body that was unharmed.

A wound on his right chest, which seemed to have burst open, had broken bones. The smell of blood seeping from the wound was so strong that it was surrounded by large wild mosquitoes and gnats. He no longer had the strength to chase away the mosquitoes.

Sannitha Island is an island in the middle of the most merciless ocean. It is the southernmost uninhabited island of the Galapagos Islands and was once a volcano. As a result, the entire surface of the island is covered with sharp, hard, and sharp rocks like knives and broken pottery. Only a few trees can be found scattered here and there, surviving in the very hard ground. The sharp edges of the rocks, the rocks, and the rocks are so sharp that they are hard to touch with your hands because of the scorching sun. Comrade Maung Nyo's wide, meaningless eyes seem to be looking at the highest peak of Sannitha Island, which looms over him.

On the shore, sea crabs move above the sand, trampling each other. Far away on the horizon, seabirds can be seen hovering over a school of fish, which are being chased by an ocean current.

Apart from that, the closest living creature to a human being is Maung Nyo. In the entire world, as far as the eye can see from Sannithyan Island, the only representative of humanity is Comrade Maung Nyo. However, Comrade Maung Nyo is only a breath of life, and will soon die and die.

If, many years from now, someone were to land on the island of Sannith, they would find human skeletons. No matter how accurate their research was, they would never be able to know for sure whether or not they were right in revealing how the skeletons connected with world history.

( 2 )

The beginning of the story goes back more than 20 years.

Captain Summers, a member of the Royal Navy, was boarding a train to Greenwich. He was thinking anxiously of the days ahead of him when he would begin his training at the Royal Naval College, Greenwich. He also had a lot of personal matters to consider in order to secure promotion. Captain Summers was not very old, and still quite young. His family had been a shining example of British naval history throughout his entire life.

But one thing that kept interrupting his thoughts was the woman sitting across from him. She seemed serious, and the way she stared at him from time to time, with a calm gaze like Mae Thila's, was exciting to the captain.

The young woman was Mrs. Agatha Brown, the eldest daughter of a devout grocer in a small English town. On that fateful morning, Agatha found herself alone on the train that would shape her life. In the carriage, she was accompanied by a young naval officer, whose skin was tanned and slightly aged, as if he had recently returned from the tropics. He wore the shoulder insignia of a naval officer, but his golden hair was as soft as a child's.

Agatha was the eldest of Mr. Brown's three children. The two youngest were sons, and since the death of Mr. Brown's wife, Agatha had been the sole caretaker of the household. Sometimes, like a housewife, Agatha would take a break from her daily routine and spend a week with her friend Adeline in Elaine. Today, after managing the household chores for a week, Agatha was riding the train, pulling a small leather box.

Captain Summers stopped thinking about his promotion and turned to look at his female companion. When he saw her gaze return to him first, he turned his face away from the train. After a moment, he regained his composure and looked at her. Her eyes were waiting. Captain Summers was so nervous that he took out a cigarette. Then, daring to do so,

"Can I smoke?" he asked politely.

She smiled a beautiful smile and then

"Drink, drink. I can smell the smoke. Actually, I'm just saying you don't smoke," she replied.

"Yes, drink," she said, and the captain felt quite relieved at her long reply, sensing her friendliness. So he blew out the smoke.

"That's really cool," he said, daringly.

"It's decent. But it's still pretty good compared to the tropical places you've been to, isn't it?"

Captain Mares admired her intelligence in figuring out where he came from. Therefore

"Yes, it's cold compared to other places," he replied appropriately.

"I think you just returned from the Chinese naval base, you..."

Following her call, Captain Summers followed her with no hindrances and was happy to follow her. The train passed station after station. Their conversation also moved from one subject to another, and soon the two of them became close friends.

Captain Summers had never met a serious woman in his life. The women he had met were mostly frivolous, shallow-minded women who could talk without any serious discussion. He had come to the conclusion that women were beautiful but shallow, and that they spoke only of trivial matters, which was unusual for women these days.

So when, as she approached Charing Cross Station, she looked at her leather bag and realized that she was nearing her destination, he felt a heavy burden to part with her. He felt sad. It must have been a loss to have known such an interesting woman for so short a time. So he stood up and

"I'll get off at Charing Cross too. But before we go, let me invite you to dinner somewhere," he said.

Agatha was already so enamored that it was hard to refuse. His invitation, though not poetic, seemed almost as pitiful as a child who wants food but doesn't ask.

When they arrived at their destination, they left their suitcases at the station, then hailed a taxi, which Captain Summers ordered them to take to a hotel. Agatha had never been to a hotel, let alone eaten there. It was a long drive with a stranger.

But for this evening, she didn't know what was happening, happy to be able to walk, eat, and talk with Captain Summers. Worried about being separated. These two feelings held her together, keeping her close to Captain Summers.

The hotel was not crowded, so they could talk undisturbed at a table. She had a strong desire to pull Captain Summers into her arms and stroke his golden hair, as if he were a naughty child. He called her Agatha. She called him Dickie, affectionately.

After a while of eating, the thoughts that had been hidden for a while reappeared. They had to part, and it was painful to part. It was not appropriate for Agatha to stay up later than nine tonight. How could she explain it to her friend?

On the way back to the station, they were so lost in their own thoughts that they couldn't talk much. But both of them had already considered the other's feelings.

In the shadows behind the car, Captain Summers gently took Agatha's small hands and squeezed them. He felt them wet from the tears she had wiped away.

But then, the sounds of longing and passionate kissing began to drift continuously from behind the car.

(3)

They parted ways as the lights of Charing Cross Station began to fill the darkness of the carriage. Agatha, with her disheveled hair and disheveled hair, sat awkwardly in the carriage.

Captain Summers went to get the leather boxes he had left and returned to the car. The driver greeted him.

"Where should I drive, sir?"

he asked. He seemed to be at a loss as if he suddenly couldn't find the answer.

"Where are we going, Darling?"

"Where are you going, brother? I'm sorry."

Old Agatha had become a helpless victim in the web of love.

The car rolled out smoothly, taking the Captain Summers and the couple to a hotel. At the hotel, they rented a double room under the names of Captain Summers and his wife. No one seemed to suspect them because of Agatha's charming and charming appearance.

Then Captain Summers and Agatha spent a week in the hotel's dining room, immersed in the waters of love.