Suddenly I woke up and saw that all around my room seemed unfamiliar.I looked and saw my mother and my younger sister sitting in a chair next to my bed and sleeping. I looked closely, this is not my room. Looks like a hospital bed.
Truly it is a hospital bed. I shouted and called my mother and sister and asked. Why am I here? Mother and little sister cried and asked me, what happened to you last night?
The younger sister said that the bus driver and helper took you to the hospital at midnight and they called us and informed us about you. You were unconscious in their bus last night. So they took you to the hospital.
I put my hand in my pocket for the mobile. But there was no mobile in the pocket. So I started looking around the pillow. I usually keep my mobile near the pillow when I sleep at night. But I could not find the mobile. I asked my younger sister Kakli, where is my mobile?
Kakli said, "Brother, you fell in love with the ointment party last night (those who put ointment on their eyes and stole everything)." Everything you had was stolen.
I asked, where is Tisha? Mother was crying for so long and suddenly she asked, who is Tisha?
I suddenly became nervous and said, I mean where is Tisha bus? There is a bus called Tisha Express on the highway.
They did not give much importance to the issue. Suddenly I remembered last night. Tisha cheated on me so much. How could she deceive me so much. Why didn't I believe it?
I loved Tisha a lot. She loved me too. If I hadn't talked to her on my mobile one day, she would have been angry with me.She told me different stories of success and encouraged me.
My acquaintance with Tisha, two months ago. In a Facebook group, he wrote about a mathematical problem.
I solve mathematical problems in a beautiful way. Since then she has thanked me on messenger. From time to time she would send some more mathematical problems to messenger and I would solve this problem. Because I completed MSc from Mathematics. From then on, I used to chat and talk with Tisha on Messenger. Once upon a time we fall in love and involved in a relationship.
Tisha was an Honors second year student in Political Science. From now on, she started studying for a job.
After her honors was completed, we planned to get married with the consent of the two families. Suddenly that plan fell through.
Yesterday Tisha informed me by phone that her grandmother had died. So she will go home. She request me to go with her. Although we had only met once before. This will be our second meeting.
We left for our destination by night bus. She has already brought food. We got on the bus and the bus started moving.
She requested me to take some money. I took money with me and my laptop and mobile.
She was sitting very quietly in the bus. I thought her grandmother was dead. Maybe she's not talking about that mourn.
She even cried sometimes. I was comforting her. The bus continued. After a while she let me eat some food. I forbade her to eat and said I am not hungry. She said, you must eat. Otherwise your body will get worse. If you don't eat, I will suffer a lot.
Anyway, I looked at her face and ate some food. She cooked biryani from home, brought it for me. Although she lived in a hostel, she cooked and ate her own food.
After eating for a while, my head seemed to be shaking. I felt sleepy in my eyes. Tisha said you have a lot of sleep in your eyes! Put your head on my shoulder and go to sleep. I did so. Then I fell into a deep sleep. I don't remember anything else.
Suddenly my mother's call broke my distraction. Mother asked, what are you thinking?
My mother asked me, what happened to you last night? But how do I tell my mother, I fell in love with a cheater! That fled with everything I had.
Mother asked again, what happened to you? I pretended to be unconscious and began to utter in a faint voice. Last night, last night, last night ......
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I am Md. Kawsar Hasan. I am Bangladeshi and proud to introduce myself as a Bangladeshi because I love my country so much. Because this is my motherland. I am engaged in the teaching profession. When I can teach my students something new, I have a different feeling. I also like to learn and do something new every day, I like to mingle with new people and like to learn something new. I always think of myself as a student of nature. Because we have a lot to learn from nature. I just try small to learn. I love to travel. A lot can be learned from nature through travel. Love to learn and write. I have been trying to write since I was a child and that is why I often fall behind in writing. I try to respect people. I think if you respect someone, your self-esteem does not decrease but increases.