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A True Myth

Published : Saturday, 2 February, 2019 at 12:00 AM  Count : 531
Shovon Al-amin

Let's go. We have to reach the hospital in time" said Mr. Farhan, a businessman and a politician. "Just wait for a while, please." replied Ayesha, Farhan's better half, who had been spending her days in great expectation dreaming to have a romantic conjugal life with her husband.
It was seventeen past five o'clock, Farhan and Ayesha went to the hospital. There was an appointment of a psychiatrist. Dr. Humayon Pathan, who discussed with Ayesha about her recent mental records, found no negative point. Mr. Farhan was highly intelligent and read a lot of books. He could stand in any public place, in front of any kind of people, and his logic was very strong and, it helped him occupy a seat in the party's high command. In his view his wife was abnormal and that's why he took her to the consultant for her betterment.
After arriving at night, she said, "Would you like to go to the bank of the river tomorrow? We also can spend some moments in a boat.""Oh, don't say that!" Farhan replied uninterestedly. Her heart sank a little. She didn't take supper. At dead of night, she started crying and thought that Farhan didn't love her at all. Love is not any purposely subject. It's properly a matter of heart. To miss the person who is far away is common, but missing the person who lives together is uncommon. In this respect, she was in different than others.
The following day at dawn, it started raining. Casually, she woke up and looked out of the window by saying, "wow! It rains." But Farhan was asleep beside. She wanted him to enjoy the rains and asked herself, "Should I not wake him up from his sleep? Yes, as his wife I have the right on him."
Then she tried. "Good Morning! Look it's a romantic feeling with pouring down of rains. Let's enjoy with a cup of coffee."
"What the hell are you talking? Please, don't disturb me. Let me sleep"
About 10 o'clock Farhan went to his office. When he was going to sign a document, he suddenly noticed the date to be 14 February. He was unmoving for a while then took into consideration, 3 years ago, on this very date he had proposed to his wife. Therefore, he brought out a chit from his money bag. By looking that he said to himself,"Wow! It looks new."
In fact, by this note Farhan expressed his love in where was written - Inamorta, I want to conquer the land of your heart to build a temple of love. And I will be the one and only worshipper of the temple.
After reciting the lines, he told himself, "How beautiful those days were! What will happen if I give her a bunch of red roses? Yeah, she will be surprised".
Then Farhan went to home without delay with a bunch of red roses. But rather sadly she was not present there. Farhan brooded over his need to know where Ayesha had gone while waiting for two hours. Therefore, he left the home. On the other hand, Ayesha had gone to the market to buy Farhan a sky-blue colour coat. Indeed, she wanted to make him surprised too.
After arriving home, Ayesha cooked Farhan's most favourite dish Biriani, a popular dish among the residents of Old Dhaka. Thereafter she took a bath and wore a blue Saari and made her dark-hair sleek and put red lip-stick, eye shadow on eyes and her cheeks were also heavy with makeup. Afterwards, she kept waiting and waiting but, the desired moment seemed never to arrive.
At five past ten o'clock, the bell rang. By opening the door, Ayesha found him drunk. She was shocked and said, "I can't believe! You drank, why did you drink?"
 "This is none of your concern. Did I ask you where you have gone today? When I thought I am wrong, you proved me I am wrong - not in understanding you but in maintaining you. If husband can't manage time to spend that's why, is it right to his wife to spend moments with another person? No need play hide and seek, if you want, you can go. A traitor!" Farhan stammered.
She started crying and said, "Will you please permit me to speak? It's not correct what you are saying."
"Just shut up! Leave me alone. I don't want to live with a crazy woman."
Ayesha went to her bed-room to be prepared to leave the house. While she was equipping her bag, she heard a voice; Farhan asked her as clearly as a normal man, "Where will you go by leaving the worshipper of your heart? Where is my valentine's gift?"
She was astonished and said, "Are you Ok?"
"Yes, I'm ok but was not! You are not abnormal but I was. I didn't evaluate how deep is your love towards me." by saying these, then he brought out the roses and also said so passionately, "Sorry! Please let me a chance to worship in the temple of love. Please............"
She smiled and took the flowers and said, "As I have fallen in love with you, I am to learn loving the worst in you too."
"You have experienced who I was, and you will also perceive who I am now. No husband will be better than me. I will be the best husband that you have ever thought. But where is my Coat?"
"Strange! Who told you?"
Farhan laughed and said," after waiting for you, when I was on the way to office, I found you in front of the Mall. I marked the name of the bag you were carrying. Then I was informed by the shop keeper."
"Even after knowing, why did you act like a drunk?" she emotionally asked.
"You wanted to give me a surprise, but I also wanted to give you a surprise".
"Very bad, now please go to the washroom and freshen up. There is another surprise waiting for you"
"What's that?"
"A secret one, actually i have prepared biryani with some borhani"
"Wow, thanks!"
"Let's have a candle-lit dinner"
"Ayesha, you look so nice and I'm really thankful to have you as my life partner. I thought your eyes are a museum full of art. But when you stared, it proved me wrong. Is it a flowing river full of emotions?"

Shovon Alamin is an avid reader and schooling with the Department of English, Hazi Salim University College, Dhaka





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