At night, Aziz went to the kitchen. Suddenly, he saw a dead body lied in it. Aziz called everyone but no one was there in the kitchen. The lights were switched off such that Aziz got scared.  The spooky sounds were coming all over the kitchen.

“Aziz!” said a scary voice.

Aziz looked back. He saw a scary face with big teeth. He laughed wickedly and moved his head round.

“I am a ghost of a gangster-an old customer of yours! I will possess your body” said the scary man.

He laughed wickedly.

“Confess your sin or otherwise, I will eat you” said the scary man.

Aziz got scared.

“I was underestimated by bullies in school. I know, Afridi was like a brother to me but I forced myself to dethrone him, therefore I could prove that people like me can also do business like Afridi. I realized that I have to be an open-minded person and get rid of my childish attitude. I am sorry, vampire sir…Have some chocolates? They are good” wept Aziz.

The lights turned on. Badiul and the others jumped off with delight as Thebra Ali removed his ghostly getup. Aziz smiled faithfully after a long time.

Quasar said “Sorry sir for the prank. Badiul is always in the lead in your absence. I know you can confess yourself. The youngsters are gradually becoming better and learning new experience from Badiul”.

Chef Zaman interrupted “remember me?”

His appearance shocked Aziz.

“Yes, old friend! But how did you get here?” asked Aziz.

“I was there but you haven’t noticed me Mr. Aziz. Anyways, Badiul re-hired me for the same old job for helping the youngsters with new experience of classic cooking” said Chef Zaman.

Aziz called Badiul. When Badiul came near Aziz, Aziz gave a speech:

“Good Evening fellas,

I never shared the perspectives about the restaurant but as Badiul helped you for the betterment, we should celebrate the 21st Anniversary of our restaurant. Even he’s not a head chef, he’s smart and educated guy ever known. I met him when he was about ten. He said ‘a hero can be anyone but what a hero needs is concentration and leadership’. We will re-open the restaurant and invite the customers. Let’s give a big clap for the hero!!”

Everyone clapped and most female chefs were cheerleading. Badiul became popular among the chef.

2 weeks later, the restaurant was renovated; the customers and critics were praising the huge improvements of the restaurant. Some people who were the original but regular customers claimed that it was the updated version of what it was twenty years back. Suddenly, a foreigner food critic announced via a speech in the restaurant table-

“Good evening ladies and gentleman,

I like to announce that, there will be a royal wedding in England where foreign chefs will participate in a cooking competition. If Her Majesty is pleased, the chefs will be rewarded to have their own restaurants. Register in our website, therefore we will finalize the chefs. Thank you”

After that, Badiul opened his laptop as he registered the competition.

“Shihab, why are you registering it?” asked Aura.

“Aura, we have to save the business and restore back the good memories” said Badiul.

“Ok, but don’t forget us” said Aura.

“How can I forget you? You are my soul sweetheart” chuckled Badiul.

“Love you, my best man” said Aura.

Quasar came back home. He saw his wife was holding a bamboo.

“Why are you so late at night?” asked Quasar’s wife.

“To bring you gifts” said Quasar.

“Where is my gift?” asked Quasar’s wife.

Quasar flattered her as he gave a bag to his wife. The wife unwrapped as it was a bikini dress.

“You idiot! I don’t wear bikini!” shouted the wife.

Then, Quasar gave her a teddy bear.

“Awe! So sweet of you, and the bikini?” asked the wife.

“I found it from a thrash, just to burn it up” said Quasar.

Quasar’s wife smiled.