৫২তম অধ্যায়: মৃত্যুভয়ে উদাসীনতা

ওazard wait hoileo, jokhoni sobai khiday akul hoye porechhilo, tokhoni shudhumatro rannaghor theke ranna korar shobdo bhashia ashte laglo.

Keu keu khiday ar thakte parchhilo na, tai Chen Yue kono shongkoch charai cabinet theke Song Jue-er Ye Xiaoyao-er jonno rakha snacks-gulo ber kore proti ke du’packet kore khabarer shuru te dilo. Shuyang-o, je ki na kokhono snacks khay na, she-o seta haate nilo.

Shuyang bhuru kunchke ghrinar shathe tar dike baria dewa potato chips ebong nuts-guler dike takalo ebong tar kach theke guri tule bollo, "Amar chai tomar buker kachher ota!"

Eta shune Chen Yue tar haater nuts ebong potato chips-gulo shamner teapote rekhe dilo, ebong buker kachher shei shondalwood-er baksho-ti joria dhore palabar jonno ghurlo. Eta she khub koshto kore meye-ti lokkhu korar age churi korechhilo, she ekhono ekta kamor-o dite pareni, tahole ki kore she eto shoje seta ferot debe!

Shuyang tar buke lukiye rakha baksho-tir dike lokkhu rakhchhilo. She je-i narchara dilo, Shuyang amoni tar porober podakshep bujhe fello ebong agei prostut chhilo. She je-i ghurlo, Shuyang tar pant-er komor ekti haate dhore khene tene take fire ana holo.

Chen Yue-er pa tokhoni uchu hoyechhilo, she anubhob korlo tar komor kacha ashe ebong ekti oprotirodhyo shokti take pichoner dike tene nicche.

"O teri! Byapar ta ki? Ke amar pant tene dhorechhe?"

Pichon fire takiye she dekhlo ekti shukno, shundar shada haat tar shamner dike baria ache, angul-gulo take isharay dakchhe. Ebong haat-er malik khushi mone tar dike takiye ache, ar naram gore bolchhe, "Bhalo chheleder moto buker jinis-ta ber kore dao, didi tomar pran rokkha korben! Na hole... huh-huh!"

Chen Yue ekti shas niye nije ke shanto rakhte bollo, she eki jon ekjon purush manush, tobe keno ekti meye-ti shathe torko korbe? Meye-ti jodi chay...

Taile debe na!

Meye-tike shorir shundor rakhte hobe, eto misti jinis khawa uchit noy, she to tar bhalo chaintoboi korchhe, tobe Shuyang bon keno ta bujhlo na!

Jidar shathe, ekjon khadokhuddro-r shommaner kachhe thakiye, she khub koshto korlo, tobe... she sotti-i parlo na.

Ei bon-ti ki kheye boro hoyechhe ke jane, tar haater shokti ekti lohar chashar moto, she jetai chesta koruk na keno, shob britha gelo, ebong tar pant-ti praye shure gelo.

Toh she ekta haat khali rekhe pant-er komor dhore rakhlo, jate shetar por sotti-i tar pant khule na jay. Jodi ei kotha charia jay je lokjoner samne tar pant khule geche, tahole she porobortite ki kore muktobe dekhabe!

Chen Yue khub obosthay ekti haate pant-er komor dhore, onyo haate pastry-er baksho-ti joria dhore, onek chesta kore-o kono fol pelo na, she bikal bhabe Shuyang-er kachhe sahajjo cheye chidkar kore uthlo, "Shuyang! Amake bachao! Amar pant bon khule felle! Felle! Sotti khule jabe!! Ma go! Tumi haat shoraw! Haat shoraw!!"

Shuyang kono voy na peye muk bakiye ek haate tar komor dhore eku-duku dole bollo, "Chidkar korona! Ami tokhon-o tomar shathe kichu korini!"

Chen Yue voye eto jore chidkar korlo je mone holo shachak bhenge jabe, haat-pa nare shob dike chesta korlo, tobe kichutei mukti pelo na.

"Shuyang! Tomar boner! Amake sahajjo koro! Jodi sahajjo na koro, tahole amar shomman rasha te mishe jabe!"

Shuyang hesse bollo, "Kono byapar nei! Jodi sotti kichu hoye jay, tahole ami amar bonke tomar daytwa nite bolbo! Chinta korona! Ami tomar bichar korbo!"

Chen Yue gari diye bollo, "Dhur! Shuyang! Tumi ki manuser kotha bolcho? Eto diner bondhu hoye-o mrityu-mukhe thakle-o tumi sahajjo korle na!"

Shuyang Chen Yue-er pa soriye dilo, ebong tar sahajjer dakke kono gurutto dilo na, shanto mone ekti potato chips-er packet chire felle, du’kane kano kotha na shune shudhu chips khete laglo.

Chen Yue jokhon dekhlo je Shuyang-er upor bhorsha kora jabe na, she targo-tar tarpor onyo kono dike sahajjo chailo, shamner sofay bas kore snacks khawa Li Yan-er dike takiye uttejito konthe chidkar korlo, "Li Yan! A-yan! Yan-yan! Ar kheona, amake taratari sahajjo koro! Bondhur bhabishot tomar haate!"

Li Yan snacks-er bhetor theke matha tule, ekhono muk khuleni, tobe Shuyang boner mrityu drishti tar upor porlo, shei drishti jeno bolchhe, tumi jodi sahajjo koro, tahole tomar kobor nischit!

Li Yan bon-er drishti voye take ekti ashahoy drishti diye, matha nichu kore onyo dike takiye roilo, ar Chen Yue-ke chidkar korar jonno chhere dilo.

Jodi sotti lora-lori hoye jeto, tobe she tar shathe parte parto na, tobe she ekjon purush manush hoye ekti meye-ti shathe byapar na korai bhalo.

Chen Yue-er-o moto lok-ti eta prapyo chhilo, jokhon tar dorkar chhilo tokhon Yan-yan bole dekechhe, ar jokhon dorkar nei tokhon Li Xiaoyan bole dekechhe, ei rokom kotha firiye lok ke ke chinte parena, take kenoi ba sahajjo korbe!

Ebong ei lokti khabarer jonno sob kichu korte pare, meye-ti snacks-o churi kore niyechhe, kono niom-kanun nei!

Shuyang du’hate shokti diye take tar pasher sofay tene nilo, tar chesta korar shujog na diye tar upor chole gelo, ekti bhabe hesse ekti haate take chap diye onyo haate tar buker bhetor haat baria dilo, "Choto bhalo, tumi bhalo bhabe boros-er kachhe shonpocho hoye jao, boros tomar jotno nibe! Huh-huh~"

Chen Yue jibone prothombar kono meye-ti talatole porlo, ebong prothombar eto boro meye-ti shathe dekha holo, voye she chesta kora-o bhule gelo, nijer buke du’haat rakhe ekti churi-dakat-er kachhe pawa meye-ti moto shudhu chokhe bondho kore chidkar korte laglo, "Ma go! Obhadorota! Bachao! Bhalo purush churi hochhe! Kono nyay-bichar ki nei! Shuyang! Li Yan! Jue-ge! Choto bhabi! Keu amake bachao! Dao! Shob tomake dilo! Tomar ja chai shob tomake dibo!!"

Tokhon tar nijer rokkha korai mushkil, tai khabar-dabard ki sheta tar mone chhilo na, tar shorire lukiye rakha khabar-gulo shob ber kore tar haate guriye dilo.

Ye Xiaoyao toshe tokhoni rannaghore Song Jue ke sahajjo korchhilo, sahajjo kora mane shudhu piyaj-pata chiltam, lobon baria dewa, ebong Song Jue-er kachhe kete rakha tomato-er tukro khawa.

Churi kore khete khete tar ranna dekha, khub anondo pacchilo, tokhoni bairer golmal shunte pelo, jiggasha bodh kore, ki hoyeche dekhte chailo, tobe Song Jue tar haat baria take badha dilo.

"Kothay jao? Boloni je amake sahajjo korte thakbe?" bole, abar tar mukhe tomato-er tukro guje dilo.

Ye Xiaoyao muk khule tomato-ta kheye gola-goli kore bollo, "A-yao baire ache, ami dekhe ashi ki hoyeche, ekhuni ashchi."

Song Jue haater churi rekhe take buke jorie dhore, shishu-shulobh vabe bollo, "Jawa jabe na! Shuyang, Shuyang, shara din tomar mone shudhu Shuyang! Amar jonno tomar mone kobe theke gurutwo ashbe?"

Ye Xiaoyao gola theke khabar gile phele, tar dike abak hoye takiye shotti vabe bollo, "Song Jue, tumi ar A-yao amar jonno shoman gurutwopurno, kono high-low ba main-secondary bananor dorkar nei, tumi amar boy-friend, ebong amar jiboner shobshomoy-er shathi."

Song Jue jokhon tar mukh theke shunte pelo je she tar jiboner shathi hote chaye, tokhoni she hesse uthlo, vablo etai jotheshto, tar bhabishot jiboner porikolponay jodi she thake tobe tai bhalo, tobe tar porer muhurte she rarte parlo na.

Shudhu shunte pelo Ye Xiaoyao bolchhe, "Ar Shuyang shudhu amar bhalo bondhu noy, amra choto theke eksathe boro howa bon-o botey, bondhu na holeo amader modhye royeche rokter shomporko, tai tobra du’jon-e amar jonno shoman gurutwopurno."

Song Jue raji holo na, mukh bhari kore bollo, "Hobe na, tomar mone shudhu amakei shobcheye gurutwopurno hote hobe!"

Ye Xiaoyao nishshash phello, Song Jue eto boro hoye-o eto shishu-shulobh keno, jeno kono shundor bacha jara shobshomoy priyotomo hote chay, tobe e-o khub shundor.

Ye Xiaoyao take ekti vabe thatta kore bollo, "Ta hole amar ma-baba?"

Song Jue ektu themo gelo, jodio she bolte chachhilo keu tar cheye gurutwopurno hote pare na, tobe bastob obostha chinta kore she anichha shwote bollo, "Amar ma-baba chara shudhu amakei shobcheye gurutwopurno hote hobe, bhabishotye shontan holeo tarar por amakei thakte hobe, bujhle?"

Ye Xiaoyao shudhu thatta korte chachhilo, tobe tar eto beshothik kothay she obak holo, tar mukh lal hoye gelo, kothay theke kothay bole felle, "Song-Song Jue, tumi kike shob bolcho? Shontan ki? Ar ota to amar ma-baba! Tumi lajja paona?"

Song Jue jokhon dekhlo je she lajja peyeche, tobe anonde ekti hasi deye tar mukher tomato-er rosh muche fete nijer mukhe dilo.

"Shomoyer byapar!"

Ye Xiaoyao lajjay matha nichu kore tar dike takate parlo na, hothat tar dike thalli marlo ebong bollo, "Tumi ranna koro! Ami baire A-yao-er kachhe jachhi!" Kotha shesh na hotei she rannaghor theke dovre beriye gelo.

Song Jue shudhu hesse fello, mukh eto patla, ektu bollei lajja pay, ar lajja peyei palate chay, ke jane tar ei obhyash kobe thambbe.

Tobe na thambleo kono shomoshsha nei, je vabei hok na keno tar sob roop-i tar kachhe bhalobashar joggo.

Thak, ar onnomanosko hoye laj, taratari ranna koruk, Yaoer onek deri hoye geche.