A wanderer Episode 7
"Mashallah... Mashallah... come here to me..." When Ashal came near, Mumtaz Begum kissed her forehead. Ashal's fear was gone.
He smelled love from Mumtaz Begum.
She was thinking that a single kiss of love bridges the deep chasm of indifference.
"I thought you would be upset with me," Ashal said in a sweet voice. "You understood it yourself..." Mumtaz Begum said while examining the surroundings. Everyone was busy eating. She wanted no one to hear her and Ashal's talk.
"Why haven't you eaten...? Mumtaz Begum asked looking at the food lying in front of her.
"You didn't eat either" replied Ishal looking at the food lying in front of him. "At my age I have to take more medicine... And less food...you eat well, later sit somewhere alone and talk"
Mumtaz was unable to understand Begum's and Ishal's closeness as a fool and believer.
Only the two of them were focused on him.
Bazla was taking care of Begum Sahiba in her mother's absence and Momina was only able to have Ashal's company.
Momina had no special relationship with the other girls in the village of Miraj and her maternal uncle Shamail.
After finishing the food, the photo session of the girls started once again.
The middle-aged women were busy chatting.
The men went for a walk in Model Town Park. It was an excuse for a walk. Originally, the sick people wanted to digest the satirical khurma.
The old women had guessed by themselves that the girl was very happy from the happiness scattered on the face of Benish.
A few close friends of the bride including Shamail and Satara were also present. She was busy chatting with him. The bridegroom was communicating with the youth of Basit village using gestures.
Some middle-aged men were happy to see Basit from afar,
after all he was the son of their village.
On the one hand, a few happy foodies were writing poems in praise of the food.
Mumtaz Begum had asked the waiter to call the manager of the wedding hall and arrange to sit with him.
The manager of the marriage hall was well aware of Mumtaz Begum's status.
So he offered his room for them to sit.
Does your father Numan talk to you on the phone?
Mumtaz Begum asked Ashal seriously.
"No..." Ashal said sadly.
"And mother Neelam...?"
"She wants to do it... but!" said Ashal.
"Have Aqil and Arusa forbidden...?" Mumtaz Begum asked anxiously.
"No... No. Abba Amma never forbade. I don't talk to myself."
"Did you ever miss those two..." Mumtaz Begum asked without pause.
"To tell the truth...I don't remember...
Yes, when I try to remember, it hurts." Ashal told the story of his heart with a muffled voice. Ashal asked Mumtaz Begum with eyes shining with tears:
It was too late to hug. Ashal's tears spilled out. The tears that had been trapped in Ashal's eyes for years were finally released. Mumtaz Begum separated Ashal from herself and changed the subject:
"Heard you are engaged"
"Yes, yes..." Ashal cleaned the mascara scattered under his eyes with the help of a tissue.
"What was the rush to get you engaged?" Mumtaz Begum said as if she was Ashal's childhood friend.
"Glad to know that you are not like your parents" Mumtaz Begum put her hand on Ashal's cheek with compassion. "Morgan is not like his parents" "You are right. Bilquis was right, about you holding your own. But Morgan is still fragmented. I wish he could find someone like you." This time Ishal spoke to Mumtaz Begum as if she was his friend.
"Who is...? Where is the…? How is…?” Mumtaz Begum's eyes lit up.
In them, the extinguished lamps were rekindled.
"Master Mahmood's daughter. Lives in front of our house. It is very beautiful. Black, dark curly hair, thick cat eyes. Milk white color. "Speaks in a sweet and soft voice."
Hearing the praise from Ashal, Mumtaz Begum became silent and fell into some thought. Ashal saw it and asked:
"What are you thinking?"
"Morgan does not believe in marriage...what should I do..."
"Just... that much"
"It's not that much... Ashal..." Mumtaz Begum said worriedly.
Ashal smiled and told Mumtaz Begum about the day of the procession.
Mumtaz Begum's face turned pale.
After that, Ishal told the story of Maham's childhood engagement,
then Mumtaz Begum's face became sad again.
"Friend! Don't worry…Maham doesn't like her fiance at all.
He is keeping the language of his late father.
Ashal tried her best to explain on her behalf, but Mumtaz Begum was depressed.
"Ashal daughter...! Times are not bad...people are good and bad...I was wrong.
I was calling times bad for twenty-five years. Twenty-five years later, the times are right.
Now look at Maham, how much he has the language of his late father.
Yes, you must pray for what is best for him. I will pray for Morgan.
There was silence in the room for some time, then Mumtaz Begum had another worry"
Torch daughter!
Who in the village knows about you guys?
"After Master, only Aunty Maryam knows"
"Month...?"
"She doesn't know...you should be worried..."
Mumtaz Begum and Ishal kept talking in private until the villagers of Miraj went back.
Ashal took the mobile numbers of Mumtaz Begum and Muzmal.
Before coming, Mumtaz Begum took off a gold necklace from her wrist and put it on Ashal.
When Ashal refused to take it, Mumtaz Begum said:
"Should I call you Dadi or Nani...?"
"Saheli..." Mumtaz Begum replied looking into Ishal's shining eyes and hugged her as well.
"What do you mean... I don't understand" asked Ishal smiling.
"I have seen my grandson Morgan Baig."
"Yes." Morgan Sahib is very handsome.
"Even more than your fiance" Mumtaz Begum looked appraisingly.
"If you look like a grandmother, then yes... if you look from Ashal's eyes, then no... No one can look at Ashal's eyes except Haris"
She says I will never refuse the marriage and neither will I let Aunt Mary do it.
You should never force him to end this relationship.
Saying to Aqil and Arusa, I look like them and you look like me
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