There is a slight whistling sound from the side. My mood is a few more degrees worse. I say with a rebuke,
- This girl! What's your problem? You called to hear your cries?
Ishita's cry seems to go a little further. I am silent! In minimalism, Ishita herself says with a broken throat,
- I'm really sorry! You've heard so much for me today! Something I didn't really understand will happen! Forgive me. Ishita laughed again and cried.
Not a word, completely true. Today I have to listen to my own character for this girl! I have to listen to my own education, initiation! I have not heard many more words, many of which I can't even remember now.
If no one helps you, then getting a tuition in Dhaka city is like finding a needle in a haystack! When, even after completing graduation, I could not find a job like my own after hundreds of attempts, then a friend of mine helped me. I will clear the matter of friend another day. Let me tell the real story today. So I got the responsibility of teaching Ishita by the grace of that deceived friend.
The first day I went to teach Ishita, she stood in front of Ishita's house and the door opened as soon as she rang the bell a few times. I stared at the girl standing in front of me. I was the first to break the silence and say,
- My name is Rupak Ahmed, Ishita's new teacher. I have been assigned to teach Math to Ishita.
The girl in front greeted me and said,
- Come in, sir! I'm Ishita.
With such words, I ate a little. I looked at the eyebrows. A little while ago, the physical structure, the alluring beauty had almost swallowed me, at that moment my eyes turned into a little girl.
At first, Ishita seemed to have a very quiet nature. But as the days went by, the girl's agility continued to increase. Sometimes the girl behaved like a child. What's the matter? "
He would get a little upset with that. I guess he would say to himself, "Huh! You're a bad guy. You talk to me like that all the time."
It was clear to me that her childish behavior was an expression of love except for a few more days. It was raining a lot outside that day. What a strange coldness all around. Looking at her. What a deep look! What a terrible love did not appear in her eyes. I quickly regained my sight that day. I know this is not possible. The girl is only reading Intermediate! She has not yet received the touch of an adult, her family is on top of her. Status! It is my crime to think about it!
Ishita's behavior is getting worse day by day. I can't say how she got my home phone number. But as soon as I came to teach her, she used to text me. He used to say, "Don't wear the shirt you wore today. This shirt doesn't suit you at all. And yes, I saw in your recent post that some of the wives have reacted. There is no need to remove them from the list today! .
A few days ago, I was explaining a very difficult math to the girl. Then she looked at me for a while and said in a cheerful voice, "You know your hair is not very beautiful. I don't always want to touch your hair. Would you like to touch it?" Touch a little. Please?
That day I shook off all the anger together. I let him turn the taught math around. I hit the palm of his left hand twice with all my strength with a steel scale in Na Para. It was instantaneous. She looked down and cried silently for a while. Her tears were pouring down! I became upset. I feel guilty. I feel guilty. I texted and said, "Sorry"!
In my message, he immediately replied, "I love you"!
I was a little shocked at such a response. I was not ready for such a response! Although somewhere the cold air to feel good wanted to swallow me. I did not indulge. I said in anger,
"You naughty girl! You should have given a few more blows!"
From then on, the girl seemed to become more and more courageous. As soon as she went to study, she took various prescriptions and became happy and said,
In response to his words, I say, "Your parents give me money as soon as the month is over. That's not the case. And we poor people eat money halal. We don't tolerate haraam money."
The girl says with a smirk on her face, "You always speak so hard. You don't even have time to upset people. Teach Nin! Teach as much as you want!"
All this was fine, but I could not even dream that the girl would do something like that today.
I am doing math in the book and I mean, at that time he suddenly leaned down a little and kissed me on the cheek. I did not have time to be surprised. I looked and saw Ishita's mother with big eyes in front of the door!
Ishita's words cut the thread of my thoughts. She sniffed and said,
- What happened! Why aren't you talking? I'm really sorry. Please forgive me. I say in a cold voice,
- Hmm.
He sniffed and sniffed and said,
- Believe me, I would never have done such a thing if I knew my mother would do such a thing!
I'm surprised.
- Speak clearly, girl!
In a frightened voice, he says in a childish manner,
- You see! You are always threatening me. What is my fault! I thought that if my mother saw us like that, she would tell my father to arrange my relationship with you. So I realized my presence in front of the door.
I was stunned for a while by Ishita's words! I don't understand whether I will laugh or cry.
- So you did it on purpose?
He is silent for a while.
- I'm sorry!
I wondered what to say to this girl.
- In fact, you know, everything is predetermined. We can't stop it even if we want to, not even if we don't want to! I don't know what will happen or is going to happen in the future. I just know it's never possible as you think. Like the edges. Which do not attract each other, repel.
Ishita sighed again. She cried and said,
- No matter what you say, I will never leave you! Not a day. Not even for a moment! I will compose a poem about you. I will paint all the feelings of my mind in your color. I will fulfill all the latent desires in my mind one by one.
He is a little silent when he says this.
- And yes, tomorrow you will read yellow Punjabi and wait for me at the corner in front of our house. I will go around the whole city with you in a rickshaw in the name of going to college. I will start a new story. If you don't come, I will go straight to you. I will go home and appear huh! Then you will not be able to look at me with red eyes !!
I am silent. I think the girl's words of such authoritative tone move with a big stir! All men want someone to be the one who will keep her in the forefront. Well, I don't have yellow Punjabi. If I read dark blue Punjabi, I will wait. Will the girl have swollen cheeks in anger? After a while I am surprised to see my own thoughts. But did I really fall in love with this wonderful girl with a childish nature !!
Carry on