Often I can hear a dialogue between my wife and a voice from the opposite side of the phone. I don’t bother with it.
But sometimes I become curious about hearing the words of conversation between them. I can only hear the words from the side of my wife but I can guess the words from the opposite side.
It seemed to me that they were dealing with a love story between them.
Generally, the phone begins to ring at about 10 pm.
The dialogue between my wife and her lover
“How are you?” my wife asks the voice.
I can guess the same question has been done by the voice. Even the voice wants to know about the well-being of her family members.
“Yes, my meal has been taken. Have you taken yours?” my wife replied to the question of the voice.
“I am taking the preparation for the bed. Yes, I am ill. So, tomorrow I will not go to my workplace” another response of my wife to the question of the voice.
My wife’s love story made me puzzled
One day out of curiosity I asked my wife about the conversation. What came out of my wife’s answer made me speechless.
My wife narrates “One day while I was going to my workplace, the bus conductor Rasel who is an orphan and a boy of 7 or 8 (now 12-13) came to me for the fare.
I noticed his cracked lips because of the bitter cold. He was wearing only a T-Shirt. Doesn’t winter bite you?” “No, madam” he smilingly replied.
“Then what has happened,” I asked my wife.
“The well of human kindness swelled up in my mind. He is an orphan boy. He has lost his parents at such a tender age. Now he has to work as a bus conductor for his livelihood.
What kind of cruelty has been shown to him by the society!” pitifully my wife replied.
Oh! I was touched by the answer of my wife.
“When he completed his job of collecting fare from the passengers, I beckoned him to me. I rubbed his cracked lips with Vaseline. With an angelic smile, he went away and became busy with his job.
After that day whenever he finds me on his bus, he does not take my fare. I try my level best but everything goes in vain.” My wife again narrates.
Being surprised, I asked my wife, “Is that all?”
“No, sometimes he gives me gifts like chocolate and biscuit. One day he asked for my phone number from one of my colleagues.” my wife says.
My wife was expected. So, she was on maternity leave.
“Taking the phone number from my colleague, he phones me when he retunes from his workplace. He wants to know about my sickness. And after that day he calls me frequently”.
I was taken by surprise. I have no words in my dictionary which can judge the love story of humanity between my wife and the little boy Rasel on the bus. I am really proud of them.
Wow! Now Rasel is also my best friend.
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