Love Story

SR ...... story ....
wirter Rafi chowdhury ..
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I had no desire to meet Saber. But after leaving tuition, the student's mother requested for a new teacher, saying that I had nothing to do. An hour after I posted the type on a Facebook page of MIST so I am interested in reading, Sabera called me on my mobile and said, are you Abir or our classmate. I really need tuition. Is it still there?
I don't think anyone has ever said a word to this girl without a need. Seeing him, I think this is a nonsense. I am standing in the canteen of Uni today to show her the student's home. I firmly believe that everyone in the class will ban me from the class from the next day if she knows this. I once went to class and met him and asked him politely, how are you?
He did not look at me but took out the notebook and looked at Sir and made a gesture which means, your reputation for politeness is burnt.
Anyway, when I met Sabera, I told her to take the Dhanmondi alternative bus no. Then a five minute walk. Can you go?
Sabera tried unsuccessfully to smile a little without looking at me and said, thank you. No problem.
I looked around and saw the officer standing in front of the faculty building. I noticed and immediately took out my mobile and called someone. I tried to run away from there saying Yallah Yallah. Seeing a rickshaw in front of me, I jumped up and called Sabera with a mummy, should I go in a rickshaw?
Sabera got on the rickshaw and sat next to me and said, why should I take another rickshaw?
I nodded and lowered my stigmatized face as far as possible and crossed Mirpur 12 from varsity. My mood is impossibly bad. If I could have told Sabera that day that the student's teacher was fine, this situation would not be the same today. I didn't say anything else to Sabera all the way. When I got off the bus and crossed Rapa Plaza, he said to me, well, can I ask you something?
I shook my head and said, you have to walk two minutes through this alley.
He shook his head and said, no, not at all. I wanted to ask why are you so upset? I came with you, was it too offensive for you?
I was scared. I didn't understand what to say, I looked at the sky from right to left, I said like a donkey, isn't it very hot today?
This is what English Sir Jahangir Sir used to say in school life. We all replied in unison to Sir, yes sir.
Sir was happy to say, this summer I will tell you the story of the mango jackfruit in my village.
We would also be happy that we don't have to eat cane at home because we don't do housework today. Sir Myer's style was very unique. Sir used to say with his hand on his head at first, it is not good to hit my father. But what can I do, you are deer. I think I did a good job in the world if I give you a little lump. I see raise your back. It hurts to give home here but it does not harm the body.
After giving Mair, Sir used to say again in a bad mood, the fire of hell does not touch the place where the teacher kills. I thought to myself, "Dad, my back has been tortured so much by Sir's hand that I am sure why Hell will enter Paradise at once." I don't know what will happen to the rest of the body. My housewife Mama would sometimes tell Mami to make her happy, wherever the wife gets angry and hurts, the fragrance of Paradise will come after death. So now I have left the rest in the hands of my wife.
Come back to the basics. For now, I am standing like a radish in front of this antichrist woman named Sabera. Sabera told me, Abir let's go.
That's my last word to him. I then quietly explained to him at the student's house and went home the next day thinking about the insults to be done in class. After that, for a month and a half, I have been with him in class, on the market, in the market, in the lab, in the sea, in the sea, in the river, wherever I have seen him, I have been bowing my head and saluting him. Am I a little scared of Saber? The reader is not ashamed to admit, I am seriously afraid of this little girl. A month ago, a boy grabbed her mobile phone and shouted at her in front of the whole class. We are all scared of her. There is something about him that makes him uncomfortable talking to her. Sometimes I think he may have a problem. My secret cross is Priyanka whom I called Priya and one day I was asking her about Sabera. Priya told me, they don't have much to do with her party. However, the girl has financial problems and maybe family problems. Maybe that's why he does it.
There is nothing to say about Priya. He speaks so sweetly in a very soft voice that every time he looks at me, I melt and evaporate. I never said that I like him. It is not possible to say that in this life. I can't explain my weakness to him in any way. If too much I gadagada ask, eat corner ice cream?
I don't know why I just say this to him when there is so much in Allah's world. He smiled at me one day and asked, "Abir, does your father have a corner ice cream factor