A wanderer Episode 6

 

Begum! Now you also give Morgan Sahib a relationship somewhere"Bilquis offered a glass of milk to Mumtaz Begum as well as a proposal."Don't tell him in front of him...he won't care about you either" Mumtaz Begum warned Bilquis while sipping milk.

"Yes Begum! I don't understand one thing why Morgan hates marriage so much?"Yes Begum! I don't understand one thing, why does Morgan hate marriage so much?"Balqis! So Kamli hai... you know everything and still you are asking this question" Mumtaz Begum said sadly.

Begum! Morgan sir, why don't they all forget?"How can he forget... Bilquis!... How can he forget...?"Mumtaz Begum placed a glass of milk on the side table and rested her head on the bed and took a cold breath.

"As if she has forgotten her ashal... Hakim Sahib has also engaged her... The boy is out of country. It is heard that the marriage is after five or six months. After the marriage, he will take the marriage papers with him.

As soon as Ashal's visa is completed, she will also go to with him. Bilquis explained all the details.Mumtaz Begum asked, "Did Morgan meet him?""Bazla knows the truth... I was always on the side of women... Yes, I remembered that marriage was taught by my Hakim Sahib... I have met Hakim Sahib."

"Knows about Aqeel and Ashal...?""I don't know..." Bilquis showed ignorance."He was sent with the procession so that he would know about them.""Why don't you tell yourself...?"When I talk about it, he gets up and leaves." Then he keeps mood with me for many days" Mumtaz Begum said sadly. The door of the room was open and Morgan was standing in front of Mumtaz Begum outside the door. When Mumtaz Begum saw it, she did not speak any more. Morgan came in and said:

"Who sets the mood""No one was talking about her Bilquis Basit" Mumtaz Begum rounded the conversation. Morgan looked at Bilquis and said "You go! The daughter-in-law has come to the house. Get him breakfast etc.

"Yes, Bazla has made them breakfast. Someone should have been there to take care of Begum Sahiba. I will go and send Bazla to prepare your breakfast too.

Bilquis left quickly.

"I came twice in the night. You were sleeping," Morgan said, taking her grandmother's hand in both of her hands.

"Did you get up early?" asked the grandmother.

"Yes... I have to leave for Islamabad "Won't you participate in Basit's celebration?" Grandma asked.

"Grandfather! I went with the procession at your behest…that's not enough”

"I think... for the first time in your life you have attended a wedding"

"For the last time...I'm walking...I'm getting late” hurriedly came out of grandmother's bedroom. He knew that now grandmother will talk about her marriage. "You! Wasn't it fun at the wedding yesterday..." Momina asked Maham while putting a mouthful of paratha in her mouth.

"Yes..." Maham replied looking at the scratches on his wrist. He had taken off the white belt while performing the ablution of Fajr prayer.

"What happened to your wrist" As soon as Maryam saw Bibi, she placed the cup of tea on the table and looked anxiously at Maham's wrist.

"Nothing... Ammi ji... had fallen... the bangles are broken" Maham said with satisfaction.

"And there was no injury..." Maryam Bibi asked quickly.

"Mommy! Have breakfast, I am fine" Maham consoled his mother with a smile.

"Mommy! ...don't marry Shimoon...he is not a good boy" Momna said while sipping tea.

Maryam Bibi and Maham looked at each other. Maryam Bibi remained silent but Maham spoke "Believer...! See how many times you have been told. Abu ji had fixed this ratio and I have to stick to his language at any cost. Secondly, Shimon is older than you. Call him brother." Maham explained to Momina with surprise.

"Brother! Breakfast is ready.

Come down quickly…”

Bazla came and informed and left. Morgan was standing in front of the mirror tying his tie. He picked up his briefcase and walked towards the dining hall.

Mumtaz Begum was waiting for him at the breakfast table." Grandpa...!" Morgan bowed and kissed his grandmother's cheek and sat on his chair.

"Grandfather! Let's start..." Morgan invited his grandmother before starting the breakfast, then he got busy with the breakfast. The grandmother was watching him carefully.

"You are going on a trip...you will not get angry and you will also keep your mood..." Morgan turned his attention from the breakfast to his grandmother.

"Marry..." Dadi said with a hoarse voice and looked at Morgan for a long time. “Yes brother! I just brought it" Bazla hurriedly brought the car key.

"Take this... brother..." Bazla said while giving the car key.

"Bazla...! If Hanif comes, get the car cleaned from him" Morgan said while giving the Mercedes key to Bazla.

"Hanif... is not going with you..." Bazla said worriedly "No...!" Morgan answered briefly and walked towards the porch. Bazla also followed him, Bazla said while walking:

"Brother...! You will drive such a long journey yourself.”

"Yesterday, you were..."

"Yesterday we went a little further from Gujranwala, now you are going to Islamabad"

"Hanif, you are with the people "That's fine, take another driver from the factory with you."

"Bazlah...! Don't worry... I love to drive,” said Morgan with a smile on his face.

Then he took the car and left for Islamabad." Mommy! Yesterday, who was driving the bride's car, Ashal was telling Api that it is our realto. "What is an MBA from London?" Momena said with a chuckle.

"This too must have been told by Ashal" asked Maham in a sour tone, who was pressing the clothes.

"Dashing, smart, descent, you should marry such a man" said Momina with dreams in her eyes."Who said that…?" Maryam Bibi asked with a smile, as she hung the clothes in the closet. Maham looked at his mother angrily.

Believer! You go and bring Ammiji's clothes and I will press them too... later the light will go off" said Maham with some frustration. Momina went to get clothes. Maryam Bibi looked at Maham with squinting eyes.

"Mommy! You too...she is still young...don't do such things in front of her" Maham's attention was on the iron but she was being spoken to. Maryam Bibi put the clothes and sat on the chair.

"Going to college...where is Chhoti...the truth is, I liked that boy too...I wanted you to marry a boy like that" Maham immediately looked at his mother. Maryam Bibi was already looking at Maham. He tried to read the writings on Maham's face. Maham looked away."If you say, I will refuse to Lalaji," Maryam Bibi asked Maham once again looking at her with trembling eyes.

"Mommy! You already know my answer...then why are you asking?"

Maham replied with a dry tone without looking. She closed the iron and left the room. He met Momina in the courtyard.

"You! Ammi's clothes" Momina said while showing the clothes "press"

Maham replied as he reached the stairs leading to the second floor. She went up the stairs to her room.

"What happened to you? Momina was standing in front of her mother.

"Nothing, get ready..."

"Are you ready?" Shamail asked Satara on the mobile phone.

"I'm doing it," Satara said sitting in front of the glass."I have just come from the parlor," said Shamail jokingly.

"We are going to pick up the bride...you are becoming a bride yourself and don't joke too much. I also have two brothers in Muscat," Satara replied with a halt.

"Why are you angry?"

"The night disturbed my sleep... now you are asking why I am angry"

"One night has been spent on Facebook.

Today, I will go back and forth in front of me," said Shamail proudly

"What...what did you say?" "He sent a friend request and he accepted it. Then till morning, there has been chatter on messages with him" Shamail said the victory in his love.

"It's easier to hate than to love... you go Ashal daughter! Meet Aunty Mumtaz well... also introduce yourself to her.

Hakeem Sahib was explaining to Ashal.

"She will hate me after hearing this," said Ashal innocently "Do you hate Morgan?" Hakeem asked? Ashal shook his head obliviously.

"I don't either... We are not to blame for all this, neither should we hold grudges against each other nor should we be ashamed"

Hakeem Sahib was convincing Ashal to go to Wilme.

Hakeem Sahib and Arusa themselves were not going, so Ishal also refused to go."But...Abba...how can I leave you and go alone" replied Ishal with a confused voice. Hakeem Sahib and Arusa looked at each other. Hakeem Sahib signaled Arusa to speak.

"Look, Ashal daughter...! We are sending you ourselves.” Arosa politely explained.

"But mom...! How can I leave you?" Ashal was not surprised by her decision.

"Like you will leave us after marriage" Arusa said sadly "Mother...! Why are you connecting two different things? If this is the case, I will tell Haris today that I will live in Miraj after marriage. I won't go to Manchester.

"Don't argue..." Come here to me..." Arusa said smiling. Ashal got up and went to Arosa, Arosa kissed her forehead and made her sit by her side. When Hakim saw it, he said:

"Torch daughter! Where the matter is agreed upon, the dispute ceases."Ashal carefully looked at Hakeem Sahib, who had seriousness on his face. He solemnly repeated:

"Resist...and get ready..."