Volume II- Tough Times

Chapter Twelve- Salam's Meeting with The Journalist

A month passed... Salam and Farid were walking in the regular bridge. They were reminded of Limon while they stood at the bridge.

"Limon, an exceptional thief and friend of mine- he was a person that we always get entertained, he was a good listener, loving and honest. We should thank him. He helped us to get out of such situations that we cannot imagine. Hope he's in the other world. Rest in peace-man" said Farid.

Salam was crying like a child but at the same time he was braying as if the donkey brayed. The situation of the country was so harsh that people nowadays can hardly remember it. People were starting the corruption but no one raised their voice against it.

"Hey Farid can we go to the garage?" asked Salam.

"No, Salam. The garage is no more. We don't have shelter right now" said Farid in an upsetting tone.

Suddenly, a man with a camera, shoulder bag with a black t-shirt were about to cross the bridge. He saw Farid and Salam were about to go.

"Hey, Salam and Farid! How are you?" asked the man with the shoulder bag.

"I am fine, Ateef. We are released from prison but the real murderer was not found yet" said Farid.

"I am sorry about Limon. He was killed but no one knows where his body is. We have to raise the voice as soon as the corruption becomes worse. As a journalist, we have to raise our 'hero thief' to the top level. Therefore one day, people will remember him" said Ateef- the journalist.

Another day meanwhile, Limon was going behind the house. There was a lake that was covered with a flower-like green grass. When he viewed far from the lake, it was too green to be beautiful. The sun was setting down at the bottom of the lake. After that, he went to the bazaar. Some people were gossiping about a journalist named Ateef who transformed Limon from a thief to the hero in an article. Everyone was praising him. During that, he saw Mathin and Mohona were crossing the bazaar.

"Mathin, how are you? I haven't seen you for a month" joked Limon.

"You see me everyday Ataur. I am always busy. Are you joking?" asked Mathin.

"Yes. Therefore, I need your help. I want to do a job" said Limon.

"What kind of job?" asked Mathin.

"Shop keeping or business" said Limon.

"Okay, I will manage it for you" said Mathin. The two passed by.

Then Limon went to the newly-built bus stop beside the slum. It was raining. He had no transport or umbrella to go home. The meters of the rickshaws and auto-rickshaws were too costly that he could not go back home. He saw Salam and Farid coming with umbrella.

"Damn! If Limon was here, we could've jumped on the road while it was raining. It is boring without him" said Salam.

"Bygones are bygones-hey look! IT'S A GHOST OF LIMON!" shouted Farid while they saw Limon. The umbrella was slipped down from his hand. Both had their mouths wide open.

"Salam and Farid" said Limon. "After a long time, I've been seeing you two! Guys! How are you?"

"Limon! Why have you lied to your death? Haven't you thought about any of us?" exclaimed Salam and Farid.

"Well, it's a long story, fellows. Call me Ataur here. Don't call me Limon. Otherwise, I will be framed again by that merciless man. I know he's in prison but had powerful connection" said Limon.

"Ok, Mr. Ataur. We should call your real name with respect" said Farid. They gave a group hug.

Meanwhile, as it was raining- Mathin was praying. After that, she went to create some designs. She was thinking about Limon all over again.

"Oh Ataur, when will you love me?" whispered Mathin.