Blue canopy
Episode 3
Iyad brought home only two days and one of them passed away today. But nothing happened. There was a problem with the land, he came home because he needed to sit with everything. But now it seems that everything is messed up. Nothing is happening at work. Leaving the living room, he warmed his head and came to the room, calling Takiya. Takiya then performed Isha prayer and just got up. At Yadav's call, Jainamaz spread out and said,
- "Yes."
As soon as Ikad entered the room, Takiya followed Iyad. Iyad took off his waistband and sat on the bed and said in a serious voice,
- "Their heads are hot for the kind of work they do. They can do just about anything. What can they do! I paid in advance to keep everything in order but did nothing. Now I have to leave the business and go around doing these things?"
- "Would you like some cold water?"
- "Are you offering me cold water this winter?"
- "Tell me what to do? You're tired this winter too." Takiya carefully wiped Yad's face with a piece of hijab. He removed the Punjabi button and wiped his throat.
- "What were you doing? Standing in prayer!" He grabbed Takiya's hand and pulled her closer.
- "Hmm, but finished reading."
Iyad gently touched Takiya's forehead. Then he took Takiya's hand and sat down.
- "Why would you say that I don't have any tension, fatigue or frustration when I am with you?"
Takiya was sitting and busy untying the ribbon of hijab. Leaving the hijab, he smiled and said,
- "Did you talk to Taj?"
- "No, I haven't seen you since afternoon. Haven't you come home yet?"
- "Came out again a while ago."
- "After all this time, maybe it's time for friends. Where is Sabila Namira?"
- "To their grandmother. Well, listen, I have a talk with Bhabi thinking that I will go to Shawkat Bhai's house once in the morning."
- "What's up with Shawkat's daughter? Is their problem solved?"
- "That's why I wanted to go. I'll talk to Ruby Aunty's son's wife. Or I'll talk to Ryan's wife."
- "Go, sit down to get a little hug now. He's holding his head."
Takiya took care of her soft hand and pulled the hair of her head. He gently pressed his forehead. After a while, I fell asleep in the abyss. Takiya stopped to call. Iyad could not rest all day today. Didn't eat. Irregularities have occurred. Maliha repeatedly said that no one should be irregular in eating and drinking. Even if he is busy, he should eat a little. He especially warned the Taj. But the boy seems to have lost his appetite. Takiya's thoughts were cut off by the tone of her phone. He kept silent saying that he would wake up. Rafa Apur phone! Iad lay down on the pillow and went to the verandah with the phone.
- "Assalamu alaikum apu, how are you?"
- "I'm fine, how are you? Taj, how are the Mamunis?"
- "Alhamdulillah, everyone is fine, Namira is saying over and over again that she will go to you as soon as she reaches Dhaka. Tell her you are getting bigger or smaller day by day.
- "You will not threaten him at all. I will send him straight to Dhaka."
- "Your father is not paying attention to me! He is giving me whatever he wants. And look at how calm Sabila is and how serious she is about her studies and look at Namira ...
- "Listen, skip the part about complaining about your daughters. I'll talk to you about this later. Now tell me, when are you coming to Dhaka?"
- "I will come the day after tomorrow, InshaAllah."
- "Then when are you coming to our house? I want to see all of you at my house before the Raiser Yellows. I will not make any excuses. If the gift was today, he would never accept it."
As soon as he remembered the gift, the memories of being in the flat together floated in Rafa's eyes. Eating, reading together, coming and going to varsity together, going out somewhere and going after everyone is how much more. Rafa sighed. Talking again, I realized that the call was cut off. There is nothing left for Rafa to understand. Rafa Ao also realized that Takiya must have broken down in tears now. What's in it? I remember to handle him. In every step of life, Iyad has been by my side. After marriage, he completed his medical studies by forcing Takiya. There is no limit to Malihar's pride in this bride now. Maliha was most impressed by Takiya's behavior. Takiya is now the apple of Maliha's eye. Sometimes I remember saying,
- "Mom, can you caress me a little bit sometimes? Look, I'm not old enough to be a father. Only seven hairs are tangled."
Leaving the phone, Takiya quietly came to the room from the verandah and looked at her bag. Blue colored bag. This bag always has a favorite thing in it. The phone unzipped the bag from his hand and pulled out a rectangular box wrapped in pink paper. He went to the verandah again and opened the box. Just a few drops of tears came out of the box holding the gift in the hand of Takiya and Takiya together on the picture. This picture was given to him by Rafa when he went to their flat while Takiya College was ill. He has taken care of the picture for so long and he doesn't have any other gift. However, this picture does not show anyone. Not even Taj.
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Taj went to Fihad's house and saw their gate open. But the door is closed. As soon as he knocked on the door, Sahanara Jahan opened the door. Taj smiled with a dry face, said,
- "Won't you tell me to sit down, auntie?"
- "Why are you here, Taj?" Said standing with a dirty look on his face.
- "No one knows why I come except you, aunt. Not even my aunt."
- "I will never be able to fulfill the hope you have, father."
- "You can't try and see. You can't tell. Where's your daughter? Call her!" Hearing Taj's words, Fiha took Mabshurah in her lap and sat motionless with fear in her eyes.
- "Look, Taj, you are not unnecessarily angry. Do you understand what will happen if your uncle's (memory) goes to your ears?"
- "Are you giving me back as an orphan?"
- "Taj! Why are you talking nonsense?"
- "Your daughter is making me a bad boy."
Taj opened the door and stepped out and stepped towards the yard. Mabshurah wakes up screaming and crying due to sudden sound. Fiha is trying to stop crying. Meanwhile, Sahanara Jahan is sitting quietly. The head is not working. Thoughts are not getting cool edges. The girl has to pay her dues step by step by getting married. He can't take so much pressure from all sides.
Late at night, a message came on Fihar's phone. Sent the crown. The message read,
You're My Shane Sign, Sweet Blessing Drop of Joy and The Snaggle Pad of My Life. I have never been able to do anything without you, I love you.
Fiha will turn off the phone after reading the message when her eyes are on the notification. Phone number is not unfamiliar. Save the phone number in the name of Arif. Arif saw the name and immediately switched off the phone and closed his eyes and tried to sleep. But every night I fall asleep and read the freshly sent messages every night. In this way he can no longer take fiha. Life seems unbearable to him. Arif is giving the most para. The man who is making his life hell every moment. There is no escape from him. Fiha wants to get rid of it.
Fiha went to her mother's room. Seeing the face, it seems that there is tension even in the middle of sleep. Went from mother's room to washroom. It was time for Tahajjud prayers. He heard from his mother that after reciting Tahajjud, he raised his hands in the court of Allah and asked for something with tears in his eyes. Allah fulfilled the hope in the mind of his servant. Fihar tahajjud is not worn regularly, occasionally later. The habit of prayers was not fihar. After performing ablution, Fiha raised both hands in the munajat. The only thing he wants from Allah today is to get away from the man named Arif. As if no one could find him ....
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