The older wife frowned for several moments trying to understand the matter. Then he suddenly laughed and said- well I understand. The quality of a woman's hand is never lost. When a suitable place is found, all the qualities of a woman are worked out. You will come to work at Mallick's house from tomorrow. In addition to cooking, I will do two jobs. I don't have to say, "Henna, do this, do that."
Henna looks up. Happily, water starts dripping down her cheeks. That water shows respect and gratitude. The elder wife does not look at him anymore. Man's crying is not tolerated She has been crying for the last twenty years. Didn't have my own baby. Then little Satin came, of course. She now has a four-year-old son in her home. There is no end to Mr. Mallick's joy. The elder wife does not get a chance to caress the boy. You can't tell this story to anyone. Every human being in the world has an unpublished story, not just an audience.
The next day, Henna set foot in Mallick's house holding Sinthi's hand. The clothes on his waist stick to the cooking as instructed by his elder wife. The magic of Henna's hand is revealed automatically. Henna has been working successfully at Mallick's house ever since. Gets three meals a day. But do not eat yourself. Selim brings home for Sinthi. Although he is with Sinthi at home, he does not allow her to eat. When he returned home, he sat the two siblings side by side and fed them. He bought a little bit of rice with his weekly salary. Henna fills its stomach with a vegetable. Selim was also admitted to a government school in the market. Of course, Selim has been there before. Financial tensions were no longer regularized. In Selim's way, studying will do a good job. She will buy good meat from the market for her mother. Mom can't eat anything good for a long time! Thinking is lost on the way to the distant horizon. His father did not return to Tamiz just by that path. Altaf Sheikh's daughter, however, has returned as she could not survive in the new world she had with her father.
Henna never seems to be that husband. After cooking for two hours straight, she took off the sweaty sari once and covered the wet blouse.
However, it does not cover the wet parts properly. Mr. Mallick is sitting on the verandah of the living room, wondering what he knows. The kitchen is on the other side, and all the other rooms are on the inside except the living room on its right. Henner felt very uncomfortable when he looked at Mr. Mallick. Henna sighed as she stepped inside the kitchen in fear. Suddenly he looked back in the presence of someone. Selim. School ends a little early on Thursday. Sweaty faces turned red. He is studying in seventh grade. Although one or two more classes should be read in proportion to the age. Hena looked at the boy's face and said- I have come to play. Play the school holidays? Selim replied in a haughty tone- Do you know what time it is now? But you don't have the smell of returning home.
Henna smiles. He wiped the boy's face with the hem of a sweaty sari and said that his elder wife had given him rice. I will use a towel in the bowl. I would go home and play. Let's see, I'll return home after work.
Suddenly Mr. Mallick called from the verandah "Henna". Henna is no longer in the kitchen. Pulling the long veil over his head, Mallick went in front of him and saluted him. Mr. Mallick said- How many children do you have?
- Yes, Duida.
- How are you doing?
- The older wife feels better.-Oh. I heard too. Good, good. I have to appreciate your cooking skills. Do one thing, no one comes to the living room in this Bhardupur. I will not drink again. See if there is a drinking can in that corner of the living room. Come and get it.
Henna nodded and went inside. Rows and rows of chairs to keep in the big room. Two or three more small and big houses. He went to the corner room and started looking for the drinking can. The whole house is nowhere to be found. Suddenly he felt the touch of someone's hand on his shoulder from behind. Startled, he looked back and saw Mr. Mallick's horrible face. With an ugly smile, Mr. Mallick said, "I can't find a can of drink here." I have something to say to you.
Henna tries unsuccessfully to free Mallick's hand from her shoulder. Mallick says again- my hand has fallen on you, take it, your forehead is open. Give me time from time to time. You don't have to worry about your children anymore. The groom has already broken that. You also have a need. I understand Ray Henna.
Henna said in a hoarse voice - you don't understand anything. I just want to make my two children better. Leave me
But Mallick does not listen to his words. Animals are not accustomed to letting go of prey when they catch sight of it. Mallick grabs the henna with his strength like an animal. Henna can't get rid of herself even by force. What a horrible experience he is going to face! Can't scream. If people listen, the respect will go to him. Maybe this time without the village. He pleaded with Mallick with wide eyes and gave me a hug. My son is standing. He is very hungry. Excuse me Mr. Mallik.
Mallick does not leave. There is more hunger in Selim than in his stomach. The scuffle begins with a weak existence. At the same time Henna's soft crying voice.
Suddenly Mallick sighed and fell to the floor. Random blows continue to fall on the falling Mallick. Henna looked at him with frightened eyes. Selim! Bloody pot in his hand. Mallick doesn't get time to scream. Falling into the lap of death while squirming like a cut chicken. Henna is standing still like Bob. Can't believe your eyes and senses.
At that time the elder wife came into the house. Mallick's bloody body on the floor. Bati in Selim's hand. Henna is the area of the fallen sari. He sighed, glancing at everything. Then he got bored and looked out of the window. The judgment of nature is very strange!
Henna does not think, what will happen next! He will run away holding the boy's hand or he will be cut off from here and it will be normal like five people, as if nothing has happened. Big wife is sad? If so, why is he so silent? No answer from within. Only one of his words is repeatedly coming to mind.
"Not everyone in the world is a criminal like voluntary criminals, some are forced to be criminals. His son Selim is one of them."
Thank you.
That was worst.