A wanderer Episode 2

 

"Morgan son! What's the matter…? Ever since you came, there has been some confusion.” Mumtaz Begum asked Halimi.

Grandpa! It was a flight of several hours, it's just tiredness and nothing else...don't worry" Morgan replied avoiding the conversation.

"Okay... you go and rest. You have gone with the procession yesterday..."

Mumtaz Begum had said without a moment's delay When Morgan heard this, he looked at his grandmother with complaining eyes. Grandmother's face grew serious.

"Musmil son! I have promised Bilquis that Morgan will definitely go with Barat. That poor man will lose his faith.

Grandpa! "You are a little too kind to Aunt Bilquis," replied Morgan dryly.

"Balqis has a great favor on you... son of Morgan...!!"

"A favor to me...? What did he…?” Morgan said with surprise and curiosity. "I will tell you...I will definitely tell you...when the time comes..."

Mumtaz Begum said with a sore voice. Many questions were scattered on Morgan's face, when Mumtaz Begum saw it, she quickly changed the subject while smiling.

"You are kind to the daughter... I to her mother..."

"Where is Bazla, I didn't see it?" Morgan asked.

Mumtaz Begum said, "I have gone to make a Russian seal for you." "Grandpa!! I am going to my room and you will send the food there" Morgan said and stood up.

"By now the food must have been in your room" Mumtaz Begum said confidently.

Brother!! Assalam Alaikum...!” Bazla said as he saw Morgan, who had entered his bedroom. Bazla was dusting in the bedroom.

"Walalaikum Salam..." Morgan answered seriously. He removed the clothes from the dressing gown and entered the washroom.

When he left the washroom, Bazla also entered the room with a trolley. Bazla had started putting food on the table. Morgan was busy brushing his hair in front of the mirror.

"Brother...! Dinner is ready…” Bazla informed, gesturing stylishly towards the central table "Brother...! Today I have made Russian salad instead of fruit chaat for you...I had found the recipe in the digest..." As soon as he heard the name of the digest, Morgan looked at Bazla with a strange look.

Bazla pressed her tongue under her teeth and started looking around with furtive eyes. After sitting on the sofa, Morgan put the Russian salad on his plate and started eating. He was eating in silence and Bazala was standing before him like criminals "Brother!! To tell the truth, I have not bought any novel or digest for the last six months, yes, I have definitely broken my promise.

In college, I definitely read from my friends. Today, I promise you that I will not read any novel until I become a doctor, even if it is written by you. Hearing Jackie’s name, Morgan raised his neck and looked at Bazla, he thought in his heart, I will tell Bazla about Jackie Herry. He was still thinking. Bazala spoke from the foot "Sorry brother! I know you are saying it only for me... I won't even mention you in the future... I swear..." Bazla swore innocently.

Morgan smiled at his obliviousness. Bazla took advantage of Morgan's smile and quickly asked:

"Brother...! There was a request…?” Bazla said in fear. Morgan looked at him seriously and gestured with his eyebrows to speak.

"Don't you eat Pulau too..." Bazla changed the subject. Morgan looked at him scrutinizing and said:

"Tell me the truth..."

"You will also go with Basit Bhai's procession... Ammi has made it known in all the miraj that our Seth will also come with the procession..."

"Seth...?" Morgan made a strange face after hearing Seth "Ammi has told everyone in Miraj that your name is Seth Sahib... If you don't go, Ammi's nose will be cut off in all the parties..."

"Bazla!! Yo no... I don't go to weddings..." Morgan said finally.

"Brother...! Come on... you consider me like a sister, please, for my sake.” Bazla had politely requested.

"You have to decide whether Bazala is your sister or not."

Get Jessie out of the middle.” Jackie Herry's words echoed in Morgan’s ears... Morgan looked at Bazla with wide eyes and then said

"You are not like a sister...but you are my sister...if it is very difficult, still I will definitely go with Barat...!!" Bazla's face was filled with happiness.

"Thanks...Morgan Bhai...!!"

After parking the car, Morgan got out of his car.

The procession had reached the outer gate of the marriage hall.

Basit was welcomed by the bride's friends with rose petals. Masi Bilquis was visiting her son. Bazla would sometimes look at her brother and sometimes she would turn and look at Morgan who was coming towards Barat. "Hai To Duff and Dum...Par Hai Arandaar..." Ishal whispered in Maham's ear.

"This too...? Hi Allah..." Maham said in a low voice. She was looking at Morgan. He was very sad to hear Ashal's words.

"Banesh is very brave who is marrying a deaf-mute servant," Shamail said to Satara, raising his nose. Bazla had heard this.Barat had entered the wedding hall.

Bazla was waiting for Morgan at the outer door.

"Who is this James Bond?" asked Satara quickly in Shamail's ear. Before she could answer him, Ashal called out:

"Hello Morgan Bag...!" Morgan looked at Ashal with strange eyes and then thought for a few moments and said:

"Hello..." and went towards Bazla. Maham hit Ashal with his elbow and said:

"It Speaks""When did I say it's dumb" replied Ishal making a face.

Bazla and Morgan had also entered the marriage hall. Bazla looked around and took Morgan to a corner and said:

"Brother...! Please stay with Basit Bhai until you leave... Our relatives and people here are very strange..."

"Don't worry Bazla..." Morgan kindly comforted Bazla by placing his hand on her shoulder and walked towards the groom's stage. Maham and Ashal were watching her from outside the bridal room, while Satara and Shamail were staring at her from the middle partition of the hall by the door leading to the women's side.

Morgan went and sat at Basit's level.

"I asked you who is this James Bond" Satara asked Shamail by emphasizing one word at a time.

"This is the groom's boss...he is very rich...I have heard that he has paid all the expenses for the wedding," Shamail told Satara while looking at Morgan with regret.

On the other hand, Ashal raised his chest and informed Maham:

"This is our realto," said Maham, looking at Ashal with a skeptical smile.

"Come on liar...Relto and yours..."

"I'm sure" Ishal tried to assure, still there was uncertainty on Maham's face.

"What are you doing...?" Maham asked seriously.

Abba was telling. He is a very big businessman" replied Ashal."Hakim uncle has come..." Maham said hurriedly and entered the bridal room. Ashal also quickly followed suit. On the contrary, Shamail and Satara remained in their place.

Hakeem Aqil Ansari had the register in his hand, he was going towards the groom's stage. The bride's father and some of her close relatives were also with them. The partitioned space of the hall was thoughtfully placed a short distance away from the star and the image.

Where women were sitting on one side and men were on the other side. Young and very anxious, Bazala is a second year student and wants to become a doctor. She was looking over her glasses like an old man watching the events.

"Start the marriage..." Kifayat Hussain, the bride's father said in a native style. What he said did not fall under the category of command or permission.

Morgan looked at the groom Basit and explained to him with signs. Basit nodded his head in yes.

"Yes Bismillah..." Morgan replied looking at Hakeem Sahib "How much will be the dowry?" The bride's father asked. Morgan looked at Basit and suddenly his eyes fell on Bazla. He stood up and called Bazla towards the stage with a hand gesture. Bazla came towards the stage with fast steps, when Bazla came near, Morgan said:

"Bazla...! They are asking... how much will be the haq mahr...!"

"The same Sharia..." Bazla answered quickly.

 

"The right of mahr will not be Shariah...but it will be five lakh" Kafayat gave the final verdict.

"Uncle ji... I asked you. At that time, you answered the same Sharia!

"I'm still saying it" Kifayat replied with a chest as if asking for his right. Morgan did not like his style and attitude.

He asked with great satisfaction:

"What is Haq Mehr?" Kafayat did not expect such a question. He looked worriedly at Hakeem Sahib as if asking him for help.

"The right of dowry is the right of a woman...Sharia has not set any limit for it" Hakim Sahib presented his point of view.

"That's why I am also saying five lakhs" said Kefayat again excitedly. Bazla looked helplessly at Morgan who was already looking at Bazla.

Basit was not able to hear, but seeing the expression on his uncle's face, he asked Bazla with gestures what Uncle was saying.

Bazla explained everything to him. Basit grabbed Morgan by the arm and shook him and told him with gestures that you should talk.

"Haq Mahr will be immediate or non-imposed...?" Morgan asked adequately.

"What will happen?" Kefayat looked at Hakeem Sahib with surprise.

Before Hakeem could speak, Morgan spoke again:

"Prompt means paying on the spot...and non-prompt means paying later...Suppose I pay five lakhs now, then your daughter will get it, not you at all and your daughter will be with us after marriage." will go It will not benefit you at all. Dear...! The right of dowry is the respect of a woman, it is her honor, not a condition for maintaining this relationship.

Marriage is not done on conditions and does not run on conditions. Maulvi Sahib, you should start the marriage, the dower will be 40,000, Mujaal...! Kefayat once again looked at Hakeem Sahib who had a smile on his face. Kefayat requested Hakeem Sahib to walk aside, which he accepted. After consulting Hakeem for a few minutes, he said:

Hakeem sir! You read the marriage..."

The marriage took place. Morgan took out forty thousand and gave it to Hakim Sahib so that he could hand it over to the bride.

Hakeem went to the bridal room.

"Congratulations...Congratulations..." countless strange voices echoed in the hall. The sequence of hugging and congratulating the groom started. Bazla looked at Morgan with grateful eyes and walked towards the women.

His mother Bilquis was already on the side of women.

She was obsessed with her childhood friends and female relatives.

Hakeem Sahib gave the marriage ceremony to the bride Benish, gave her the dowry and left the bridal room.

"Congratulations... Benesh..." Maham said while hugging.

"Wah, yes, wow... you got the lottery... your husband... hand sim is also there. As well as Duff and Dum…”

Ashal was being spoken without thinking Maham pinched her and signaled her to be quiet, but where was Ashal going to avoid:

"I mean... these two will survive the clash and he won't say anything... and won't listen."

Banish! Your choice is truly fantastic. Dulaha Bhai is very good looking," Maham said, silencing Ishal.

"Basit is very good!" Benesh said from his heart while shying. “Oi hoi…appreciation from now on” Ashal got a chance to speak once again.

"The food is open" a few voices were raised, then the lights went out, the eyes could see nothing but the food.

Food for the bride and her friends was served in the bridal room. The bride was very hungry. Ashal was also busy eating with her friends.

Maham went to the washroom, but did not return. Ashal would say after a while while eating:

"The bathroom of the Maham has become longer"

Maham was peering into the part of the hall where the men were eating. His eyes were searching for someone. The journey of exploring the eyes was going on, then suddenly the eyes found their destination. Morgan was coming out of the washroom.

Instead of going to the dining side, he walked towards the outer door of the hall. When Maham saw her, she went behind a pillar so that Morgan could not see her. The steps towards the outer door of Morgan were stopped by someone's voice.

"Brother...! Bhai" Bazla came towards him walking fast.

"Since when have I been calling you" Bazla said with puffed breath.

 

"Why is it good?"

"That's a big suitcase in your car, it had to be taken out," Bazla explained the reason for calling "Here, take the car key... If Hanif eats, tell him, he will take it out," Morgan said while holding the car key to Bazla.

"The food is very delicious..."

"Then go... eat!"

"Why didn't you eat...?" Bazla asked while crying.

"I'm not hungry...you go and eat"

You! Where are you going?

"For prayer." Lunch time is about to end"

"The place of prayer is also here," Bazla reported.

"There's a lot of noise here," replied Morgan in disgust.