"I am a university lecturer, and you have arranged my marriage with a girl of class ten. Are you in your right mind?" His mother got annoyed at Irfan's words and said, "Why are you telling me this? Go and tell your father. Besides, the girl has her SSC exam in a month.
After that, she will go to college. Don't worry." Irfan was clearly unable to speak in anger. He was a 27-year-old young man. He didn't say he wouldn't get married. But why marry a child? He couldn't even think about it. Impossible.
He started to slide his forehead with two fingers of his right hand. His curly hair had touched his forehead. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. The veins in his hands from his elbows to his wrists were swollen with anger. He removed his fingers from his forehead and ran his hand through the folds of his tousled hair, trying in vain to calm himself down. But he was not successful at all. Suddenly, he stood up from his seat, raised a little voice, and said in a voice mixed with anger, "I think you and your father have brain damage. That's why you want to hand over a child to me."Get ready. I will take you to the doctor. Okay?" Irfan Nawaz's mother Ruma Nawaz is waiting for her son's words. Is her son making them mental by not marrying his daughter? Then she said angrily, "You are crossing the limit Irfan. What kind of talk is this. Your father and the girl's father fell in love when they were children. They were very good friends. Then suddenly the girl's parents left. The girl's mother is worried about her. Moreover, your father's friend helped your father a lot. She wants to give him a small reward like this.
You also accept it." Irfan pulled his hair with both hands and said, "Ugh! If father will repay the debt, then why are you making me a sacrificial lamb? Since father's debt has to be repaid, then father should arrange the marriage. I can't marry a child and raise him in my arms and feed him with a feeder. Sorry!" Ruma Nawaz looked at her son with wide eyes in surprise. She scolded Irfan and said, "What are you saying, do you understand?"
Irfan himself was stunned when he said that. He couldn't understand what he had said in anger. He lowered his head, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. From behind, Irfan's father Tarek Newaz said in a serious voice, "You have to get married, Irfan. If you want to invite any of your friends, you can. We will leave tomorrow night with my daughter-in-law, InshaAllah."
Irfan looked at his father strangely. They had been in the village for two days. Irfan's aunt's house was in the village. They came here occasionally. But if he had known that he would come and hang a child around his neck this time, he would not have set foot in this village. Looking at his father, he said angrily, "Father, do you know? I could lose my job because of your friend's daughter? Even then, you want to get a child with me?" Tariq Nawaz thought about not throwing away his son. He thought about taking his time. Then he said in a serious voice,"It's okay if no one at your university knows. She will be my daughter's name. When the girl comes of age, you will officially get married, God willing. Not everyone at your university is coming home to see your wife, right?"
Irfan clenched his fists. His body was shaking with anger. He just said, "I can't marry any child. Sorry, Dad. I'll back out today." Saying this, he stormed out of the room. ~ "Give me the key to your bike."Shuddha frowned at Irfan's words. He was standing on the road in front of the house. He was going to the market. He would go on his bike. Irfan was Shuddha's cousin. Shuddha and Irfan were lecturers at the same university. Shuddha lived in Dhaka because of his job. He had come to their house with the Irfans on leave. They would go back together tomorrow. He took the bike key out of his pocket and held it out to Irfan and said, "I'm going to the market. Will you ride the bike?"Irfan didn't say anything.
He took the bike key from Shuddha's hand and got on the bike and started it. Shuddha frowned. What happened to Irfan? He seemed angry. When he lifted one leg to sit on the bike, Irfan gave the bike a tug.
Shuddha's right leg was crushed and he fell to the ground. The boy watched in horror as Irfan flew away at the speed of the wind.
Irfan didn't say anything. He took the bike key from Shuddha's hand and got on the bike and started it. Shuddha frowned. What happened to Irfan? He seemed angry. When he lifted one leg to sit on the bike, Irfan gave the bike a tug. Shuddha's right leg was crushed and he fell to the ground. The boy watched in horror as Irfan flew away at the speed of the wind.He survived by reading upside down. If he was such a big boy and fell face down like this, he would have no honor or dignity. He gritted his teeth and watched as Irfan disappeared. Who knew who he was angry with. That anger came to him and he shook it off. Shuddha regained consciousness at his uncle's call. Tarek Newaz said in a serious voice, "You will explain to your brother so that I don't have to be humiliated tomorrow. Do you understand?"
Shuddha nodded, meaning he understood. But he didn't understand what he meant. He asked softly, "I was saying, uncle, what will I explain to Irfan?"Tarek Newaz said as he left, "Tomorrow Irfan will marry a girl from your village." Shuddha said with a round face, "Oooooo I understand this time. Father and son are arguing about this. Father wants to get son married. But son doesn't want to get married. Father doesn't understand. Both of them are cows in the same herd. Both of them are equally angry and stubborn.
Father said he will marry, he will. Son said he will not marry, he will not. So who will win? Huh????
He paused for a moment and thought deeply, "Mama asked me to explain. He didn't tell me tricks! He's giving me the responsibility of making my son as weak as himself and making him understand. Can you accept this? He's burning my aunt. What a pain it is that two weak sons have come into my aunt's life and where did they come from!" He mumbled the words and held his own mouth. Why is he talking so much nonsense today? If his father and son catch him together, where will he run?
On the way home from school with the SAC admit card, Myra suddenly saw a snack shop across the road. After a long time, she saw this old grandfather. Who knows where he had disappeared to. Although he doesn't come to school. The final exam is not too late. Let's say today both he and this grandfather are present with his favorite snack.
He will return home only after eating his stomach burns. Although when he goes home, his mother will treat him to something else, which does not fill his stomach, but fills his body, special food from his mother's hands, which can be called anything other than Mar! She put these thoughts aside for now.She put these thoughts aside for now. Her mouth watered as she looked at Fusca. She wanted to stick out her tongue and make a sound like a cartoon. But this is the road.
Leaving all this aside, she quickly ran to the other side of the road. As she was walking along the middle of the road, a speeding bike suddenly braked and saw a woman wearing a white hijab in the middle of the road. When Myra heard the sound of the bike, her eyes widened as she turned to the right. When the front wheel of the bike hit Myra's leg, the girl fell face down on the asphalt road.
Just like when children run around and fall on their faces in childhood. Although the boy on the bike managed to stop him from riding the bike over the girl, the front wheel of the bike lightly caught Myra's leg. Myra hunched over after being hit by the wheel just above the ankle of her right leg. Her eyes and face wrinkled in pain. She let out a soft groan as she felt a slight pressure on her stomach. She probably had already booked her ticket to go up there today. She muttered to herself, 'La ilaha illallah.' After a while, she looked at herself and saw that she was alive.I thought, "Alhamdulillah." The road was asphalt, so it hurt quite a bit. I think both my knees are bruised. I think the place where the wheel hit was cut.
Her eyes filled with tears in pain, as if they would flow out if she touched them. Myra slowly tried to get up. Her palms were burning. Irfan got off the bike and quickly walked to Myra. Then he said in a serious voice, "Hey! Are you okay?" By then, Myra had struggled to get up and sat up straight. She was unsure whether she would be able to stand up or not. She didn't answer Irfan's words. She was in this situation because of this bey/dab man.Myra is trying to get up slowly. Even though she is half standing, she falls down again with a large hijab tied around her feet. Myra's face is filled with helplessness. How much pain she felt in her waist. Irfan's eyes and face are clearly filled with annoyance. Despite his anger and arrogance, he asked the girl a question, but she did not answer. An uncontrollable anger rose in Irfan's mind, as if he could have slapped her face in an instant and found peace. Myra is wondering why this man is not leaving?Seeing him coming forward, Maira was scared. Why was this man coming to grab her? Why was he reaching out his hand towards her like this? The girl got angry. Pushing away her fear, she looked at the boy's extended hand and said with a snarl in her voice, "Don't touch me at all. Why do you go out with the habit of touching girls? You're an unbearable person, that's all!" When Irfan got off the bike, the bike key fell out of his pocket on the road. He reached out to pick it up, but his hand stopped when he heard Maira's words. He half-bent over and looked at Maira with hard eyes.
He wanted to slap this girl and make her cheeks red. Her parents were already trying to hang a child around her neck, so she was not in a good mood, she went out to cool down, here another child came and gathered. Again, they were calling her the wrong name. Her head was bursting with anger. The young man with a hard face and a serious look gritted his teeth, "Idiot!" Then he picked up the key lying on the road. Maira had heard Irfan call her an idiot. But she felt pain in her hands, legs, and waist. So for now, she remained in pain in her body.Myra lowered her head and looked at the man's shoes. She didn't understand why he was still standing in front of her like a pillar with the key in his hand. After a while, Myra raised her head and looked at the boy from head to toe. He was perfectly fine from his feet to his neck, wearing gray pants and a black shirt. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows. But as soon as she looked at his head, Myra's eyes widened. Her lips parted automatically. Is this a human? Do you mean a healthy human? Or is he crazy? He looks healthy from his feet to his neck.But why is the hair on his head so big? Maira has never seen anyone like this. She must have seen crazy people in her childhood. Is he crazy too? The boy's eyes are brown. His complexion is bright and fair. He has a black, scruffy beard, a head full of shaggy hair. There is a look of seriousness on his face. Irfan seemed to be talking to someone with the phone in his ear. Maira got annoyed and slowly stood up with great effort. The girl was in a lot of pain. She raised her right hand and placed it on one side of her waist and stood with all her weight on her left leg.
He wanted to slap this girl and make her cheeks red. Her parents were already trying to hang a child around her neck, so she was not in a good mood, she went out to cool down, here another child came and gathered. Again, they were calling her the wrong name. Her head was bursting with anger. The young man with a hard face and a serious look gritted his teeth, "Idiot!" Then he picked up the key lying on the road. Maira had heard Irfan call her an idiot. But she felt pain in her hands, legs, and waist. So for now, she remained in pain in her body.Myra is trying to get up slowly. Even though she is half standing, she falls down again with a large hijab tied around her feet. Myra's face is filled with helplessness. How much pain she felt in her waist. Irfan's eyes and face are clearly filled with annoyance. Despite his anger and arrogance, he asked the girl a question, but she did not answers Irfan is talking in a very serious mood with his left hand in his pocket and his right hand holding the phone to his ear. Of course, Irfan is serious. Even if someone tells jokes in front of him, his hard face does not move. Why did Myra get angry? He shouted,"Why did you come to ride a bike without a license, mister? Eesh! My arms, legs, and waist all broke." At Myra's words, Irfan frowned and looked at Myra. He said in a serious voice, "Okay, bye." Then he hung up and put the phone in his pocket. Looking at Myra, he said, "What?" Myra said angrily, "Are you deaf? You caused an accident for a girl. And now what are you doing?" Irfan raised his finger and said in a loud voice, "Hey, listen, just stop."Maira was annoyed. The boy with brown eyes, a bushy beard, and wild, bushy hair as big as his neck, was only speaking English like the English. Maira said in a harsh voice, "These foreign rascals have no place in Bangladesh. If you want to live in Bangladesh, speak Bengali." Irfan was looking at Maira with his fists clenched. Maira was probably a little scared. Irfan said in a strong voice, "If you say one more bad word, I will slap you and knock out all your teeth, stupid girl."...
will continue.....