A wanderer Episode 9

 

Benish and Basit first came to the village about two months after Maklava. On the same day, Ishal also went to Maham's house after a long time.

 She went straight to Maham's room. During this time Maham and Ishal met a few times, but Maham had never spoken about Morgan. Ashal was angry about this.

Maham saw Ashal entering the room and said:

"How did you come..." Maham asked cheerfully. "Like he comes every day" A single sentence of Ishal silenced Maham. She lowered her eyes and started looking around. "Such scratches become wounds" I said, didn't Ishal remind me. Looking at his wrist, Maham replied: "There is no wound" When Ashal saw it, she said with a smile:

Maham Chaudhry! The wounds of love leave little marks..." "There is no such thing, you are misunderstanding," Maham said seriously. "Very funny...you see her every day from the window...but nothing like that..." Ashal had sneered slightly.

"Believe me...Ashaal!!" Maham insisted.

"Ok...Fine...I got your faith...Can you explain this to me, why do you see him..." Ishal said to Maham without any consideration. Maham was sitting with her neck bowed. There was moisture in his eyes. "Maham Chaudhry!! I have complete faith in you…just convince your heart that there is no such thing!!”

"Life's decisions are made with the mind...not the heart..." Maham had argued on his behalf.

"Shut up...! Whom are you deceiving...yourself...or me...what you are saying...if this is true then close this window of love forever and marry Shimoon" Maham heard Ashal's words and his tears were silent. It started to drip.

"Don't be too emotional...be practical...I understand...this dull and dim love of yours...this society will not understand. If someone sees him, he will say, "The girl is of marriageable age, marry her immediately. He is also coming like crazy for two months. Take this mobile and tell him the truth."

"What kind of reality..." asked Maham quickly wiping his tears.

"That means you are engaged"."I also know that I am engaged," Maham admitted with a sore voice.

"Then don't be an editor" Ashal had said this. Maham pulled back the curtain of the open window and sat down on the easy chair by the window. Maham sat in the same position for a few minutes. Ashal's eyes were focused on him. Maham wanted to say something then she changed her mind and just looked at Ashal with complaining eyes. Ashal got up and went to him and said apologetically:

"Maham...! I'm sorry, I don't know what I said in anger... man, I'm worried about you.

I hope you understand my concern.

After knocking on the closed door, Maham got up from the easy chair, looked at herself in the mirror of the dressing table, straightened her hair and cleaned her face with a tissue.

"Open the door..." Momina shouted while knocking on the door. Maham gestured to Ashal who quickly opened the door. "It took so long to open the door," Momina said as she entered.

"We were just talking about something," replied Ashal quickly.

"If you want to hear things, then come down... Benish Baji has come from Lahore and is sitting down next to Ammi.

Ever since I came, I have been telling the stories of my father-in-law. My mother has called me to come quickly and I am making tea. "What... what should I tell you... Auntie! Begum Sahib is very good. It was ten days ago. Who was a working auntie...she left work. There are going to be return papers.

Morgan Sahib does not allow him to work. Aunt Balqis doesn't do so much work, so she didn't see me. Then I started and quickly finished all the work. When Begum saw it, she gave a thousand dollar note and a suit as a reward at the same time, then she said:

"Benish, it doesn't look good that you are sitting and your mother-in-law is working."

Banish! Tell me... What is the problem of Morgan Sahib who does not allow Bazla to work.

Ashal stopped Benish's incessant stream of words and asked him in the same manner.

"Morgan sir! So they are very good. They love Bazala like little sisters. They say I will make you a doctor.

"Tea..." Momina was standing with a tray of tea.

"Benish, tell her how much Bazala studies," said Maham while looking at Momina. Momina placed a tray of tea on the table and served tea to everyone in turn.

Even during tea, Benish's endless talk continued. Maryam Bibi drank tea and went to pray. Momina was sent by Maham to pray.

"How are you Morgan Sahib..." Ishal turned the key again while looking at Maham.

"Morgan sir is very good. Straight from work to my room on the second floor…”

"Have you gone to his room?" Ashal asked quickly, interrupting the conversation.

"She wanted to see it... but Basit has forbidden it. Only Bazla is allowed in his room.

"What's going on there?" asked Ishal eagerly

"I don't know... Bazla was telling that Morgan Bhai doesn't like anyone to touch his things. Bazla said that all the furniture in his room is from foreign countries."

"Well, tell me...what does your husband like to eat"

"Fruits or dry fruits and coffee is a big drink" Benish explained everything correctly. But his pronunciation was wrong.

Maham who was silent until now. Speaking with satisfaction:

Banish! You talked about everyone, except Basit Bhai…” Benish's face opened when he heard Basit's name.

"Maham Baji!" What can I tell you about Basit...he is so good that I can't even tell you”?

"Loves you" Ishal asked immediately.

"He loves a lot. cares a lot about me"

"How does one express love?" He can't speak." Ashal asked bluntly.

"Ashal Baji!" You are also Evie. Who told you that to express love, it is necessary to speak. Like love is written on a blackboard, it is written on the mouth of a servant. Love neither asks nor tells. It is only known from within."

Benesh sat for a while and then went to her home in the village of Miraj.

Maham was such a low-key girl. After Benish's departure, Ashal also became silent.

"Today you are quiet" Haris asked Ashal while making a video call on WhatsApp.

"No, nothing like that"

Ashal wiped his face with both his palms.

"He who cannot read the face in love fails in the test of love" Haris replied while looking at Ashal's face on the mobile phone.

Ashal asked shyly.

"A man's face is a mirror of his inner self.

In which everything looks clear. You still haven't told me what's bothering you."

"Tell me...isn't there a bag?"

"Who Morgan Beg...?"

The same model town! I was told

"Yes...yes...I now...what happened to him...where else did the Exchange wala chakar not done" Haris mischievously teased Ashal.

"Shut up Harris!"

"

"Do you love me...?" asked Ashal, turning his neck from the mobile.

"I have never asked you this question... If you have asked, then here is the answer!" Ask your heart… you tell me the real thing because of which you are disturbed…come on ashal! Tell me…”

"I'm disturbed." "How do you know?"

"Your English has improved a lot, now you shut up by saying shut up," Haris said.

"Hey where... Spoken English teachers say go home and speak in English. What should I talk to Abba Amma? When I talk to Maham, I use English words. Today Benish has made it completely native. She has made a new old friend and learns to talk to her in Urdu as well.

"Old friend who...?" Haris got curious.

"Morgan Beg's grandmother Mumtaz Begum..."

"You started talking about Morgan Baig"

"That's it... where are you listening to me? You are talking in the middle. Where does the talk come from?

Ashal said impatiently.

"You talk; I won't interrupt... promise"

"Two months ago Morgan Beg came with Barat. He fell in love with Maham. Maham also loves her but she doesn't believe him. He has been coming from Model Town daily for the last two months. After the Fajr prayer, he takes one look at him and leaves.

Which she does not want to break, says she will keep her father's tongue. I want Morgan and Maham to get married in any way, legal or illegal."

"Why do you want this..."

"For Maham...maybe for Morgan." I want him to be compensated for the deprivation he has lived through because of my parents. My parents did not treat him well."

"His parents did the same to you. "

"My mother and father gave me so much love that I hate my parents."

"Let me say something..."

"Say...!"

"Torch! Look, do not be guilty, you have not done any wrong to Morgan. As for Maham and his marriage, leave it to time. Your love story is lost in your stories. I am coming in June, let Hakeem know. I will go back after getting married.