Chapter Thirteen- Friends Re-United

Meanwhile, Mathin went to her house along with Mohona. Suddenly, she saw Salam and Farid along with Limon who were walking near them. Limon saw Mathin and Mohona stood by. Mohona blushed at Salam-O My God! My prince charming- Mohona said it to her mind.

"Stop blushing!" shushed Mathin.

"Well, Mathin- let me introduce you to my friends, Salam and Farid" said Limon.

Both greeted the ladies. Mohona winked at Salam. As he was surprised, he whispered to Limon "Why this girl is acting like that?"

"She's like that. That's why" said Limon.

"Makes sense" said Salam smilingly.

Salam imagined that love-birds were going near Mohona; the background tune was set in his mind Love is like a jackfruit's glue (Prem toh Kathaler Aatha). But the dream was faded by Limon's click in his fingers.

Meanwhile in the major city of Dhaka, Ateef was doing his office. The office was luxurious, air-conditioned. Most of the cabins for the workers had comfortable chairs, LCD monitored computers and individual scrap decorations. It was such that, there were large windows where people can see the clear picture of the other buildings. People watched the streets around such as traffic load of cars and rickshaws. As Ateef was watching a window, he was recollecting his memories as a student such as hanging around with friends, eating roadside food such as fuchkas and chatpattis. It was spicy and delicious roadside food that no one could forget it. Even the joyful years had passed on to Ateef; he was still joyful while at office.

"Ateef Hassan!" called the boss.

Ateef went to the boss's cabin.

"Do you know why have I called you?" asked the boss.

"No, sir" said Ateef while hesitated.

"Nowadays, our country is leading to corruption. I am assigning you to write an article about the recent hot news about the citicell building fire incident. Go through the archived newspapers and give a research on that" said the boss.

"Yes, sir" said Ateef.

After he went to the cabin, he saw one of his male colleagues was tossing an apple.

"Ateef, how is life?" asked the colleague.

"I am fine, Buppy" said Ateef.

After that, Ateef went to the flashbacks of his girlfriend went to an asylum. His wife's psychiatrist revealed to him, that she was suffering for multiple personality disorder. It was 3 years since the incident.

"Ateef, what's wrong? Why are you standing like that?" asked Buppy.

Ateef yawned so high that, Buppy held Ateef's mouth. After office, he went to Devrajeet's shop to buy some clothes.

"Dev dada, how are you?" asked Ateef.

"Fine as usual, brother Ateef. I am sorry about Limon brother's death. What a politics in our country that went through! The action against the politics should be taken even the politics is in hectic time" said Devrajeet.

"Dev dada, we should find Limon's body. Otherwise it would not be proven whether he's dead or not. But I hope my articles would reach him. His phone's off too. I should do something" said Ateef.

"D.M. Ghani ruined their lives! DAMN! I hope you will take actions to find the dead body. Hope there is evidence to help you out" said Devrajeet.

"This will be done by any means. I will thank you that you have given me some information about Ghani. He is still imprisoned. We will not interview him but we can punish him by any means" said Ateef.

"Thank you brother Ateef" said Devrajeet happily.