The Trap

The trap (Eastern Story)

Written by:

(Razzak Shahid Kohler)

(A story of a fool, his goodness became his misfortune)

Chapter one

His father named him Charles John with great pride and honor, but his friends made him Duffer John. It was not the fault of those who called him Duffer John. He was truly a Duffer. He never did anything thoughtfully. thinking was the most useless thing in the world for him. So whenever he did something, he didn't bother to think about it. The result was always the opposite of his expectation, but he was also the only person of his kind.

He always considered his stupidity as his luck.

In good times, he had studied up to matriculation. So he got a job as a peon in a government office. Regarding this job, he thought that it was his father's extortion. And the mother's prayers are bearing fruit, but some malicious and jealous people used to say that this job is due to his God-given stupidity, otherwise he would have become a clerk if he had been recruited.

He did not consider the words of these ill-wishers as bad. He knew that people's job is to make jokes. If the listeners are not bothered to think about such jokes, then the heart does not suffer. So he did not pay much attention to such jokes. This job of peon proved to be very beneficial for him. It did not require any intelligence at all and intelligence was the only thing that he did not have. His hands, feet and body were strong like wrestlers. He had all the qualities to be a great wrestler, but he was never noticed. His life in the office was very enjoyable, except for being insulted once or twice a week, which was not a bad thing for him. According to him, defamation was essential for staying healthy and everyone should do it at least once a week, otherwise a man's stomach would get upset and he would start dreaming upside down.

This journey of his follies started from his house and reached the street, through the street to the neighborhood, from the neighborhood to the school and then to the government office where he was serving as a peon. There were countless stories of his follies. Every other day, he would create a new history of stupidity, but unfortunately the historians had disappeared, otherwise his name would have been written in golden letters in the history of stupidity. Dad thought about him that his appearance were undoubtedly human. Of course, the attributes are similar to those of cattle, but according to mom, he was a scholarly person, only the people of the world were blind who did not see his God-given abilities. Mom knew that her Charles John was no less than anyone, all counting up to fifty he knows very well. He memorized English from A to Z like a Bible memorizer and he used to solve addition, subtraction, multiplication and division questions in minutes like a schoolmaster.

It was a week ago. That day was the first date of December. He received his salary from the office, took a leave from his boss on the pretext of urgent work and reached a well-known market in the city. The intention was to buy shoes. He entered a shop. The shopkeeper became alert as soon as he saw him and said with a professional smile on his face. Come on sir! Come, what kind of shoes should I offer?

"Male" as usual he answered without thinking.

The shopkeeper said with a smile. Sir! Have fun."

"Are you kidding me?" he glared at the shopkeeper. You asked for the type of shoes, I told you.

The shopkeeper looked at him like a doctor looks at a new mad patient. However, he was a customer after all. So, ignoring his stupidity, he asked, "Which shoes would you like?"

"Tell me, do you listen loudly?" Men's shoes are men's shoes.

Sir! I am asking about the color and texture of the shoes."

" Why do you talk like joker?

The shopkeeper said with a sigh. "Why have I talked so much?"

He said." I didn't come to argue with you, I came to buy shoes, maybe you don't want to sell shoes at all?

"Okay, I don't sell, now get rid of me." The shopkeeper replied angrily and he left the shop without saying anything.

Leaving a few shops, he entered another shop.

"Order sir" the shopkeeper showed diligence.

"Will you get the shoes?"

"This is a shoe shop, sir."

"I'm not blind," he muttered.

said the shopkeeper. The question is, what about the blind man? If the shoes are not found in the shoe shop, will you get the cake and tofies?

He said." I thought there might be a strike today.

"If there was a strike, why would he have opened the shop, he would have been sitting at home and having fun."

"He has also opened the shop, but he is still not selling shoes."

"Who are you talking about?" inquired the shopkeeper.

"The owl who kicked me out of the shop saying that I don't sell shoes."

"The shop was for shoes?" This question was going to provoke anger, but he suppressed it.

"Yes, it was the shoes," he replied.

"Then it must be Gorge's shop." The shopkeeper bared his teeth. He always takes out his wife's anger on the customers. Every day he comes fighting with his wife and then falls on the first customer who comes. This is his daily routine.

Show me the shoes.”

"Tell me the number, sir?"

"Of what number?" he asked in confusion.

"Shoes are worn on the feet, sir."

He mumbled. You are making fun of me, there is no difference between you and that Gorge. I will not buy shoes from you. You are also taking out your wife's anger on me, curse both of you.

"You need a doctor. Why did you come here?" the shopkeeper mocked him.

He said." You're right, but what about you and Mr. Gorge? You both probably need to go to a asylum. If Allah wills, it will happen, it's just a condition of trial.

"Get out, get out immediately." The shopkeeper shaked out of his hand. Otherwise I will take out by pushes.

"I'm going, but you must consider my advice." He answered as he went out quickly.

Chapter two

As he wandered around, he reached in front of a shopping plaza where there was a crowd of people and they were all staring at the motorcycle standing on the side of the sidewalk as if it was a flying saucer and landed on the ground by mistake. There was surprise in people's eyes and fear on their faces. When he went near and asked a young man, he said, "This is an abandoned motorcycle, I don't know who has left it here and has forgotten his wallet on the seat."

he said." So what is there to worry about, his ID card will be there in the wallet, take it out and everything will be known.

"Are you in your right mind?" The young man stared at him. What are you talking about? Nowadays, even a mad dog and a policeman don't come close to an abandoned motorcycle, so how do we go? Do you know if someone has fitted a time bomb in it? None of us want to die as a dog. "

"If that's the case, I'll see," he went on. Now it will be known who this bike belongs to.

"Stop, stupid man." The young man grabbed him by the arm. "Why do you want to die as a dog?"

He said." A dog has four feet and I have two. I'll die a man's death, not a dog's. Leave me alone, I'll find out whose motorcycle it is.

The young man held him in his arms and shouted, "Brothers!"Stop this crazy man who wants to check this wallet lying on the seat of the bike, I think it's an escape from the asylum. God! help me."

When the people heard that a madman was approaching to a motorcycle, they ran away in different directions in fear. The young man saw the people running away in a state of fear, so he left him and ran away like an athlete running in 100 meeter race. Now the field was clear. There was no man to be seen far and wide. He walked happily and approached the motorcycle and started looking at it.

The wallet was filled with a few crumpled papers and about half a dozen visiting cards. He had just seen three cards when a dangerous figure reached his head.

"Hey, you thief! How dare you take my wallet?" He said while holding him by the neck.

"No. No sir. I am not a thief."

"Don't talk nonsense, you know I'm Gary gangster " he angered.

Sir! By God. "I wasn't stealing," he growled. I was looking for your ID. Actually.

"Shut up." Gary interrupted. What do you have to do with my ID card? Speak, answer?

"Yes, I......I...." He tried to say something but Gary snatched the wallet from his hand and opened it to look.

"Hey, you stupid!" Gary shouted. There was a total amount of twenty thousand Dollars in it. Where did he go?"

"No, no. I swear to God that there was not even a single Dollar in it," he showed courage. You are falsely accusing me.”

"What is your name?" Gary asked in the manner of the policemen.

"Charles John."

"The one that the British hanged up in London ?"

" No, no, I am the second one.”

"Oh" Gary Gangster nodded in a meaningful way and said while scratching his head." Listen Duffer John!"

"No, no... I'm Charles John." he corrected.

"There is only one thing," Gary said. And now listen to me carefully, if you have stolen my money, return it quietly, I will forgive you, otherwise the matter will reach to the police station and you will also have to admit the thefts that your ancestors have done.

"I didn't steal anything, believe me for God's sake, that's what was in that wallet that's in front of you."

"That means you won't believe straight?"

"Mm." "I'm ready to pay only 50 Dollars" he growled.

"Oh," said Gary, taking out his mobile phone from his pocket. If you want to visit the police station with pleasure, then so be it.

Chapter three

Charles John was locked up in custody for the past three hours. The police station in charge was a bloodthirsty inspector. He rejected all the vows and oaths of Charles John with a single movement of his head. Twenty thousand Dollars were taken from his pocket for searching. The money was recovered. However, the inspector booked him for stealing. At two o'clock in the day, Charles John's father reached the police station accompanied by two neighbors and began to plead with the inspector.

The inspector listened to him very attentively, but as soon as he fell silent, the inspector turned his hand to his mouth and said. Mr. Gorge John! How to leave him like this when stolen property has also been recovered from him. FIR will be filed against him, he will have to live in a big house, i mean Jail for at least two years.

"Sir! Please, listen to me.”

"No." The inspector nodded in the negative. "I can't take the law into my hands." He must be punished for what he did."

"His job will be lost, sir," he said while folding his hands. I am ready to fall at your feet. Have mercy on me."

"I am helpless, Mr. Gorge! I wish it was in my power."

Gorge started crying and at the same time continued to plead with the inspector and then unexpectedly the inspector's heart sank.

"That's it, Mr. Gorge, that's it." The inspector took out a handkerchief from his trouser pocket and said while wiping his eyelids. You made me cry too. Well, I am ready to release your son on personal bail, but make him understand well that he should not do such a thing in the future.

"Yeah yeah "I will explain." Gorge said in a trembling voice with happiness. Thank you very much Inspector! I will always remember your kindness.”

Mr. Gorge came with the surety. The policemen prepared the papers, completed the procedure and then took Chares John out of custody and produced him before the inspector. The inspector gave him a lecture in the traditional style of policemen and finally said, "Go now, don't do this again, otherwise you will go straight to jail."

He went out with his father and the bailiffs, when he saw a policeman, he was shocked.

said the father." What is the matter, why are you looking at this policeman so surprised?"

"This...." He is the one who handed me over to the police. I will not leave him.”

"Don't do nonsense, why did you need to jump into the fire?" The father slapped him and dragged him out.

The policeman entered smiling and took out twenty thousand Dollars from his pocket and placed it on the table in front of the inspector. Both of them laughed and then started distributing the money.

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