"Okay, I came as fast as I could. Leaving him half-naked. So, this is better to be good." Roma said annoyed and curious at the same time. Catching her breath, she sat down right opposite to our protagonist.
"I think, I cheated death." The protagonist said half scared half confused and extremely tired.
"Again?!" Roma grasped. "Wait, he is not here, is he?" Roma scanned the shop without making any movement. All ready to attack.
"No, I think I lost him near the lake." Pensively, our protagonist replied.
"You know, this cannot continue like this." "We are putting people at risk." Roma cried.
"Do you think, I want to continue this?" Hissed the protagonist. "Every time this happens I feel like I am living a life on lease." Irrigation and tiredness were clearly visible in her tone.
"Miso, I was wondering, if we-" Roma started.
"No, I am not going to that fraud fortune teller again. All she could do is print me another talisman. Bloody useless." Miso interrupted.
That's when the door of the tea shop opened again ajar with comparingly very less intensity, in which Roma opened the door. Both of my customers stopped their whisper and hid their crown behind the back of the chairs of their booth. Pretending to be a part of the chair.
A shadowed figure entered the shop. His presence put a stopper on the tea shops warm chatter. All remain was the minimum whispers behind the booths and constant low keying noise. Ignoring our usual customers and their juicy concern about how Miso, cheats death every now n then. My attention was now fully caught by our new character. His stone-cold lifeless eyes never left my solitude behind the front desk, yet the curl on his lips indicated his awareness of MiSo and Roma' bewildered face.
"The usual, please." Said in his bone-chilling voice. Approaching the counter front.
"Usually, you are not here at this time. Anything happened which wasn't supposed to?" I asked, pouring black tea in the cup for him.
He replied a smirk like he knew what his rivals next step would be. But never gave word to his thought.
On another table all of a sudden the typing noise stopped. The typer yawned loudly. Stood up and walked towards me. Finally smiled at me, he said.
"চা টা ঠান্ডা হয়ে গেছে, আর এক কাপ হবে?গল্প লিখতে একটু সময় লাগে. বুঝলেন দিদি!"
The language our writer used was unknown to most of my readers. But, understanding the request, I refilled his cup. He lifted his steaming refilled cup and took in the aroma rising from the cup. "Perfect!" He said. Raised his cup as a toast with our new character. Then he said, "why are you in an unusual timing, here?"
"Why can't you mind your own business, like the usual?"
"Trust me, I am minding my own business. Otherwise, you wouldn't have been here in the first place." The writer chuckled. And went back to his seat, to key down his never stopping thoughts.
It's true, wit beyond measure is the writer's greatest treasure. (J.K.Rowling, Harry Potter and the order of Pheonix)
"Fascinating!" Roma amazed.
"What?" MiSo looked where Roma was looking.
"The language, the writer speaks"
"You like the language?"
"No."
"Then what's fascinating?" MiSo inquired.
"The way she understands his language, without speaking it," Roma stated.
"Anyway, tell me, what do you want me to do? No, wait!" "First tell me what happened this time." I heard Roma whispered to MiSo on their booth.
"So, I was on the bus. Coming back from, you-know-where." MiSo started. Giving Roma a knowing look. "The bus was on its usual speed. And all of a sudden a lorry came from the right side and crashed into our bus. But, just like, earlier times. I saw the lorry coming through. As if it was possessed by something, or maybe the driver was... I don't know." Coming out of her pensive mood and finally looked at Roma's very attentive and curious face. "But Roma, right before the lorry, touched the bus. I was as if transport from my seat to across the street. Like, one moment I was there in the bus watching the lorry rushing without any breakthrough my window. The next moment I was at the on the street across and saw the lorry hitting the bus." "I don't know how it happened. Bit it just did. In a bizarre and unexplainable way, Roma, I cheated death! Yet again!"
"Stop blaming yourself. You just survived." Roma consoled her friend.
"How?"
"Well, that's what we have to find out, right?" "And, where was he ?"
"Right there near the bus, very furious."
"Argh! This is not going anywhere. We have to talk to someone."
"Do you have somebody in mind?" Putting more emphasis on the word "you" in a sarcastic tone. MiSo said.
Roma thought for a while concentrating and then said like she finally solved the problem. "How about grandma?" Nudging her head towards the table right beside where the writer was typing in his constant pace.
MiSo, giving a thought to it, said, "how could we avoid her pry sight"
"Which is why, not here," Roma explained.
And they left the shop together.
.......
To be continued...
