It is dawn.
With the sound of the call to prayer, the villagers returned to their homes. A few days ago a robber fell in the house of Mr. Ikram Ali, and even today the appearance of that robber has made everyone think.
With the dawn, Ikram Ali's appearance changed. He got into a secret discussion with his peers again, and at night the robbers came and threatened him and the moneylender of the boat.
The moneylenders loaded the boat with sacks of rice and floated the boat in Iramati.
Ikram Ali, realizing the value of his rice, picked up the iron chest and arranged for two guards to guard the house. He called Malek Mia and said in a hard voice, then if he sleeps with oil on his nose, he will be dismissed that day.
Malek Mia shook his head and said - it will not happen again, owner, forgive me like this time.
Ikram Ali and Ikram the housewife breathed a sigh of relief after cursing.
Pink's mind was in pain, because Malek Mia was an old man, and it seemed very indecent to him to abuse her in such a way.
At night, pink appeared by hiding a plate of rice under the area. His dirty sadness on the face. He put down the plate of rice and said - Malek brother, take this. I've heard all the reprimands you've had all day.
Malek Mia smiles, then sits down to eat and he feels relaxed.
Someone's footsteps were heard outside.
The pink came out. When he left, Ikram Ali saw him. Surprised to say Sehabalu wife, why are you here?
Hablu's wife left without saying anything.
Ikram Ali entered the room and burst into anger - I realized that he had secretly gone with the rice - he would waste a lot of rice but he would not be able to guard it properly. Eat immediately and sit at the door with a stick in hand.
Malek Mia was already eaten, he washed his hands and face and came out with a stick in his hand, then sat down on one side of the door like a skilled guard.
At one point, everyone in the house fell asleep, even Ikram Ali. Malek Mia moved away. Hobby Mollah of the neighborhood knew he had a horse. Sometimes Hobi Mollah would come to Ikram Ali's house with his horse, then Malek Mia would sometimes stand next to the horse and put his hand on his body. The horse was quite large. Malek Mia loved the horse. One day Malek Mia asked Hobi Mollah, what do you do with this horse?
Hari Mollah replied - the horse is my favorite. I rode on his back to the port in the distant city. I get on it and run on the field and I enjoy it. Malek Mia also fed the horse gram with his own hands for a few days.
The night is getting dark.
Malek Mia enters the room and changes her dress. She came out dressed in gorgeous clothes.
Hobi Mollah's house was a short distance from Ikram Ali's house. His stable was on one side of the yard. In the pitch darkness, Malek Mia brought Hobi Mollah's horse out of the stable, then turned his hand on his back and sat down. This time Hobi Mollah's horse was running with meteor speed.
Malek Mia ran along the arrow of Iramati.
All day long, the moneylender's boat with Ikram Ali's rice sack has just turned around Hazra. Hajra Bak is very big, it takes about a day to turn this turn. Malek Mia crossed the road that had been leading all day and reached the side of the boat in just an hour and a half.
Just a few hands away from the shore, the boat is moving along the river bank.
Malek Mia said from the arrow in a hard voice - boatman, get on the boat, get on the boat.
The sailors were pulling the oars in peace. In the darkness of the deep silent night, Banahur's voice was heard clearly and solemnly. The sailors became frightened, they also felt fear. One of them said, "Sir, sir, it is as if someone is ordering a boat from the shore."
The moneylenders were lying in the boat on a soft mattress. Even though they were fast asleep, they were fast asleep. They were trying to get ears to hear.
At that time, the frightened voices of the sailors were heard - Sir, what shall I do?
The first moneylender said in a hushed voice - you pull the oars.
At that moment, it was heard again - boatman, if you want to survive, get on the boat.
The second moneylender then almost cried. He said - to get the boat crowded, otherwise there may be some danger.
The first moneylender said that the boat should not be loaded at all. Rider, you pull the oars loudly.
Who would the boatmen listen to, they pulled the oars according to the moneylender.
Sitting in the boat, the two moneylenders were trying to find his face. Suddenly a bullet cut through the side of their head.
The moneylenders became frightened and began to tremble with fear. The width of the Hajra Bake river was very narrow, so the boat could not escape from the bullets of Banhur's powerful revolver even when it was moving in the middle of the river.
Another bullet pierced the side of the boat and went to the other side.
The second moneylender hugged the first moneylender, then the two of them started rolling. Fear not only for life, but also for rice sacks worth one lakh rupees.
The bullets kept coming.
The sailors were so frightened that they said, "Sir, we will die. You will die too. It is better to sail on the shore."
The first moneylender said - do so, do so, otherwise there is no salvation. The bullets are not like rain.
The boatmen began to move towards the shore.
This time the turn of firing stopped.
But Bunhur is still sitting on horseback. From the back of the horse, he continued firing.
As soon as the boat was crowded, the two moneylenders looked at the shore through the gap in the boat. Their hearts began to tremble with fear. They saw horses on shore
It is dawn.
With the sound of the call to prayer, the villagers returned to their homes. A few days ago a robber fell in the house of Mr. Ikram Ali, and even today the appearance of that robber has made everyone think.
With the dawn, Ikram Ali's appearance changed. He got into a secret discussion with his peers again, and at night the robbers came and threatened him and the moneylender of the boat.
The moneylenders loaded the boat with sacks of rice and floated the boat in Iramati.
Ikram Ali, realizing the value of his rice, picked up the iron chest and arranged for two guards to guard the house. He called Malek Mia and said in a hard voice, then if he sleeps with oil on his nose, he will be dismissed that day.
Malek Mia shook his head and said - it will not happen again, owner, forgive me like this time.
Ikram Ali and Ikram the housewife breathed a sigh of relief after cursing.
Pink's mind was in pain, because Malek Mia was an old man, and it seemed very indecent to him to abuse her in such a way.
At night, pink appeared by hiding a plate of rice under the area. His dirty sadness on the face. He put down the plate of rice and said - Malek brother, take this. I've heard all the reprimands you've had all day.
Malek Mia smiles, then sits down to eat and he feels relaxed.
Someone's footsteps were heard outside.
The pink came out. When he left, Ikram Ali saw him. Surprised to say Sehabalu wife, why are you here?
Hablu's wife left without saying anything.
Ikram Ali entered the room and burst into anger - I realized that he had secretly gone with the rice - he would waste a lot of rice but he would not be able to guard it properly. Eat immediately and sit at the door with a stick in hand.
Malek Mia was already eaten, he washed his hands and face and came out with a stick in his hand, then sat down on one side of the door like a skilled guard.
At one point, everyone in the house fell asleep, even Ikram Ali. Malek Mia moved away. Hobby Mollah of the neighborhood knew he had a horse. Sometimes Hobi Mollah would come to Ikram Ali's house with his horse, then Malek Mia would sometimes stand next to the horse and put his hand on his body. The horse was quite large. Malek Mia loved the horse. One day Malek Mia asked Hobi Mollah, what do you do with this horse?
Hari Mollah replied - the horse is my favorite. I rode on his back to the port in the distant city. I get on it and run on the field and I enjoy it. Malek Mia also fed the horse gram with his own hands for a few days.
The night is getting dark.
Malek Mia enters the room and changes her dress. She came out dressed in gorgeous clothes.
Hobi Mollah's house was a short distance from Ikram Ali's house. His stable was on one side of the yard. In the pitch darkness, Malek Mia brought Hobi Mollah's horse out of the stable, then turned his hand on his back and sat down. This time Hobi Mollah's horse was running with meteor speed.
Malek Mia ran along the arrow of Iramati.
All day long, the moneylender's boat with Ikram Ali's rice sack has just turned around Hazra. Hajra Bak is very big, it takes about a day to turn this turn. Malek Mia crossed the road that had been leading all day and reached the side of the boat in just an hour and a half.
Just a few hands away from the shore, the boat is moving along the river bank.
Malek Mia said from the arrow in a hard voice - boatman, get on the boat, get on the boat.
The sailors were pulling the oars in peace. In the darkness of the deep silent night, Banahur's voice was heard clearly and solemnly. The sailors became frightened, they also felt fear. One of them said, "Sir, sir, it is as if someone is ordering a boat from the shore."
The moneylenders were lying in the boat on a soft mattress. Even though they were fast asleep, they were fast asleep. They were trying to get ears to hear.
At that time, the frightened voices of the sailors were heard - Sir, what shall I do?
The first moneylender said in a hushed voice - you pull the oars.
At that moment, it was heard again - boatman, if you want to survive, get on the boat.
The second moneylender then almost cried. He said - to get the boat crowded, otherwise there may be some danger.
The first moneylender said that the boat should not be loaded at all. Rider, you pull the oars loudly.
Who would the boatmen listen to, they pulled the oars according to the moneylender.
Sitting in the boat, the two moneylenders were trying to find his face. Suddenly a bullet cut through the side of their head.
The moneylenders became frightened and began to tremble with fear. The width of the Hajra Bake river was very narrow, so the boat could not escape from the bullets of Banhur's powerful revolver even when it was moving in the middle of the river.
Another bullet pierced the side of the boat and went to the other side.
The second moneylender hugged the first moneylender, then the two of them started rolling. Fear not only for life, but also for rice sacks worth one lakh rupees.
The bullets kept coming.
The sailors were so frightened that they said, "Sir, we will die. You will die too. It is better to sail on the shore."
The first moneylender said - do so, do so, otherwise there is no salvation. The bullets are not like rain.
The boatmen began to move towards the shore.
This time the turn of firing stopped.
But Bunhur is still sitting on horseback. From the back of the horse, he continued firing.
As soon as the boat was crowded, the two moneylenders looked at the shore through the gap in the boat. Their hearts began to tremble with fear. They saw horses on shore