Wahid and Karim went to the mental asylum while Ismael was taking his mother’s body to her grave. The mental asylum was big and old as most of the madmen jumping and some were pretend to read books as if an examination was about to come. Therefore, Wahid went near the beautiful female matron.

“Hey, sexy chic, may I know where is Dr. Asif Ahmed?” asked Wahid.

“Hey handsome puff, wanna marry me?” said the matron.

A real nurse came and took her to her cell but the nurse slapped Wahid.

“This is not the real matron, jerk. She’s a mental patient. Dr. Ahmed is on the way” said the nurse.

A doctor with a French beard and back brushed came near Wahid and Karim. He looked surprised when he looked at Wahid. Then he shook hands with him.

“Detective Wahid! Glad to see you here. What is the reason have you come for?  Have some tea?” asked the doctor.

“No, sir, I just come here to know Durbin Kamal’s son! What happened?” asked Wahid.

“It’s really a horrible experience. I’ll say that later…” said the doctor.

“Dr. Asif, it’s urgent. I want to know it!” cried Wahid.

“Huh! Ok, come to my chamber, I may help you out” said the doctor.

It was really funny and at the same time mysterious for Wahid who too was curious to know about it. The doctor looked worried if any truth would have been revealed. Who knows? A lot of things are there in the world, a deep thought or may be something we don’t want to admit. These thoughts roamed around Wahid. Suddenly, he saw someone sent a message on his cell phone.

I JUST WENT TO THE POST MORTEM RECORDS.

MOST OF THE RECORDS GIVEN BY THE DOCTORS WERE FALSE

-ISMAEL

Wahid was sure because how can an old woman died of chocolate? May be it’s too sugary, or poisonous. What a nonsense society!

Meanwhile, Ismael was crying after he put his mother’s grave. He sobbed so much that he could not hide his sadness. It was while, Abir put his hand on Ismael’s back. Ismael looked at the back.

“Ismael, I am familiar with this feeling. You lost both your parents. I remember that day, where mother was shot dead that left three of us alone-father, my brother and I. It’s disheartening to leave like that. You know, my mother always said that every women is a mother inside but according to experience, they hardly even notice it” said Abir.

“Sir, thank you! Even I lost my mother, I will find the mystery. I know someone can die naturally of old age but my mom is of your age sir. She cannot die of just a chocolate. She doesn’t have a diabetes or a high blood pressure that may cause her death!” said Ismael.

“You know, your father was a highly reputed pilot. It was 2012 after I was awarded by the government, your father used to come to our house. He was a cheerful chap back then. He was my classmate from Darjeeling. Therefore, I will always support you” said Abir.

Ismael hugged Abir as if he hugged a father.

Meanwhile again, Dr. Asif, Wahid and Karim sat together.

“It’s really unfortunate that you are dealing the case of a man with four disorders-narcissist, schizophrenic, sociopath and hysteric. It’s due to a trauma that his father, Durbin Kamal died. A year back, he escaped from the asylum. Where was he? No one knows” said Dr. Asif.

Wahid was reminded of Abir’s words, ‘Do you know son, never judge people on their extremely sweet talks because something extreme may makes things really bad.’  He jot down an idea like a spider’s web as if he planned something.

“What was he good at?” asked Wahid.

“He’s good at Physics” said Dr. Asif.

“Oh, Karim! Let’s go to Durbin’s house” said Wahid.

“Why? Sir?” asked Karim.

“There must be something hidden in the house” said Wahid expressing his suspicion. The case was going deadlier than ever.  Woah! It’s really a great chance for Wahid to understand it. Wahid and Karim came out of the asylum, suddenly, a phone rang, when Wahid picked up.

“ Wahid, where the heck are you! We are going shopping, right!” shouted a girly voice.

“What the fucking damn are you sayin’! I am not in a fucking mood!” shouted Wahid.

He cut off the phone. He danced happily.