The Fugitive

Fugitive

By:

Razak Shahid Kohler

The present era is self-centered. Love, sincerity, loyalty, sympathy, respect, compassion, all the positive emotions have disappeared among the peoples. In their place, those negative emotions have been embedded in the veins of society, which are more dangerous than a killer. In such a situation, even good and intelligent peoples choose the path for themselves which is not included in their nature. Then all their life they keep fighting with their conscience and celebrating the joy of their victory. In the last they become sustenance of grave. The story of a young man who was bloodthirsty, who was forced by circumstances to adopt the ways of crime, but he was brought up with halal sustenance. Even after choosing the path of crime, he continued to seek salvation from this path throughout his life.

Chapter 1

In those days he was deeply troubled, just like the millions of countrymen who have been held hostage by poverty for the past several decades simply because they are stupid. They are a herd of sheep and goats called the people. Sometimes the usurper generals and sometimes the wolf-like leaders of the so-called democracy start chasing them. He always wondered why he was among the common peoples. Why he didn't born in the special peoples? Naturally, he was a very noble man. He was obliged to pray and fast, but still often complained to God, even knowing that no one can stand in front of God, He is the owner of his own will. No one is allowed to stand in front of him. No power in the world can challenge his power. The source of all power is the same. He can make flowers grow in stones if he wants. Disposes in a minute. Being content with your status is not for everyone. It is the hardest job in the world, only one in millions can do it and those who can do it have the style of being rich even in poverty. Unfortunately, He was also among the millions who could not do this. That is why he often cursed his fate, but his fate was probably sleeping deeply, never to wake up.

He had only one friend, Jack, known as Jack the German. Jack's father and grandfather immigrated to America many years ago. Jack and he had studied together till matriculation. Their friendship was exemplary and both were always ready to give each other a chance. He used to speak in such an intellectual manner that the listeners were amazed. Convincing anyone with weighty arguments was his left hand game.

Jack had been his companion in sorrow and joy till matriculation, but after that Jack was so lost that he could not be traced till today. After separating from Jack, he reached college and then a bright future with many years of study. Today he was an engineer but only in name, he could not get the job despite making countless attempts and there was no hope of getting it in the future. He had nothing. Not a minister's call, not a letter of recommendation and not a bundle of currency notes. If he had anything, it was his intelligence, which no one asked for. Thus no one questioned his intelligence.

His father, Mr. Johnson, a retired school teacher, died of grief. The son whom this wretch had made an engineer by spending very little on himself, his wife and two daughters, had lost like a race horse. In the eyes of his mother and sisters, he was still engineer Harry Johnson, but in his own eyes, he was a dysfunctional coin. A coin that is ineffective in the world market and does not operate in any store. When he became a new engineer, his feet were not on the ground. He used to dream of a car, a splendid bungalow and a beautiful wife, but the dreams remained dreams and could never be interpreted. He realized this within a few months. At that time his father Johnson was not only alive but in his last year of service. He could not bear to see his only son wandering after his failure and sent a request to the Secretary of Education to replace him with a school teacher.

"I will hire Engineer Harry Johnson as a school teacher?" he asked his father like an officer would ask his subordinate.

"What will you do?" Johnson also got angry. "Will you continue wandering like this?"

He said." I will do what I have studied, if I wanted to become a school teacher, then why let me become an engineer?"

"I made a mistake, I forgot that I am a poor citizen of a rich country, where a poor person can dream of making his children an officer but cannot make those dreams come true."

"You have seen the dream, why should I suffer?" he said stubbornly.

Johnson said in a persuasive manner. "Teaching is not a bad profession my son! If you want, you can beautify a generation, please listen to me, otherwise you will regret it for the rest of your life."

"Sorry Dad, I can't do that."

"But why?" Johnson shouted. "Why can't you do what your father did?"

"My father was not an engineer, he was a school teacher and . . ."

"Silence," interrupted Johnson."Idiot! Because of this profession, today you are called Engineer Harry Johnson. Otherwise, how many like you here work as waiters in hotels day and night."

"I would have happily worked as a waiter if I hadn't studied engineering. If you want to do me a favor, send me out of the country."

Johnson said." How can I send you, I don't have any treasure?"

"After one year you are going to get pension, it can be easily arranged."

Johnson shook his head in denial." I can't take this risk, I also have to arrange the marriages of your two sisters. You'd better stop dreaming of going out."

"Okay then leave me alone," Harry replied.

"You will regret it Harry! After me, no one will give you the job of a school teacher."

"How can I regret when I don't have to do this job?" he replied jokingly and left the room.

Chapter 2

After that, it happened exactly as his father Johnson had said. When Johnson retired, his pension was spent on the wedding expenses of his two daughters. Johnson's vacated teaching post was kindly given to an Interpass boy, who was trained as a teacher. The boy's father was a richman employee and not only did housework in the richman's village bungalow part-time, but was also skilled in feeding cows and buffaloes. Sometimes he used to massage the body of richman's 100 kg father with oil. The children of the bungalow called him Uncle Massager.

After marrying off his two daughters, Johnson left the world and engineer Harry was left alone to stumble upon the world. He interviewed for jobs at many construction companies in the country, but each company rejected him as if he was a beggar and begging them instead of a job. His days and nights were spent in a very bad and cramped condition. His father was taken from the world, leaving Harry helpless. Johnson's monthly pension which was halved after his death. This was barely keeping Harry alive, even though after the sisters' marriages there were now only two people left in the house. One was Harry and the other was Harry's old mother. But the amount of pension was so low that sometimes there was starvation.

Then the old mother would say in a despairing manner.

"Why don't you do any work? Will you be waiting for a job all your life?

"I am an engineer mom, and..." he would try to answer.

Mom used to interrupt. "Don't engineers have hands? If you don't get a job, start a business."

"What do you want me to start selling biscuits and coffees?" he would say angrily.

"Do anything but earn so that the hearth of the house burns regularly."

"Ok, I will try to find a job." He would promise to keep his mother's heart, but then he would forget this promise and get lost in the same dreams, which he had been seeing constantly after becoming an engineer.

Another year passed but engineer Harry could not get a job anywhere. During this time, his mother also started to be sick. Now money was needed for the treatment of the mother along with running the household expenses. For the first time in his life, he stepped out of the house to find a job seriously. Till noon he roamed the streets of the city but nowhere could he find any respectable work. With an engineer's degree under his arm, he toured dozens of offices and wept over his compulsions. He was ready to work for a low salary, but in every office he found a wolf, and sometimes an owl, sitting on the boss's seat. The wolves howled at him and the owls mocked him. By the afternoon he had completed the disgraced fifty when suddenly his courage responded and the disgraced century continued to build.

When he reached home at half past two in the afternoon, he found his mother in a state of unconsciousness. Seeing this scene, he got scared but then started trying to bring the mother to consciousness. When all his efforts failed, his hands and feet began to tremble, he ran outside and then luckily found an empty taxi near home. He had a few dollars in his pocket at that time. Only a week ago he had received his father's monthly pension, of which only a few dollars remained. The rest of the money was spent on household expenses.

He made the mother sit in a taxi and reached the government hospital. After paying the taxi bill, he had only three dollars left in his pocket. He picked up the unconscious mother and rushed to the emergency room. But since it was a government hospital, at that time, owls were speaking in emergency. Doctor, there was no ward boy. He waited for a while and then laid the unconscious mother on a bench and started looking for a doctor, but if there was a doctor, he would have found one. He saw half a dozen wards. Every ward was full of patients. On some beds, he found two patients lying together, one with his head on one side and the other on that side, the feet of one touching the other's face.

He was walking out of a ward when suddenly he saw a doctor who was speeding towards the parking area of ​​the hospital. He had a cell phone to his ear and looked in a hurry. He almost ran up to the doctor and spoke in a pleading manner.

"Please doctor! Look at my mother lying unconscious on a bench in the corridor of the emergency ward."

Without removing the cell phone from his ear, the doctor glared at him and then gestured away.

He folded his hands in front of the doctor. "Please, doctor! For God's sake see my mother or she will die.”

" are you mad?" asked the doctor angrily.

"Well, now I look mad to you." Suddenly, Dr. wife's grunting voice was heard from the cell phone.

"Sorry," said the doctor." I was addressing someone else."

Wife said angrily.” I will see this whore too and I will deal with you too, just once you reach home.

"Please listen to me." The doctor's color turned pale. "Trust me, I didn't call you mad."

"Don't do nonsense and reach home immediately." Wife gave the order and cut the call.

"Bitch! I don't know what she thinks of herself." The doctor said while abusing his wife." If she had not been a minister's daughter, I would have skinned her and handed her over to the shoemakers."

Engineer Harry tried to speak again. "Doctor! my mother .... "

"Your mother went to hell." The doctor interrupted angrily.

"My duty is not in emergency ward and now go away, why are you standing here looking at my face?"

Harry was a peaceful person by nature and always stayed away from fights, but at that moment his mind wandered. The doctor spoke in such a way that he could not control himself. In the next moment he pounced on the doctor like a hungry beast and started punching him. The doctor was physically very weak compared to him, so he thrashed. By the time the rescuers arrived, Harry had already beaten the doctor very well. Although the doctor was dripping blood from his nose and mouth, he was still constantly taunting Harry like a street bully. Harry was barely restrained by a few people. People were asking questions to know the reason for the quarrel. Someone was asking the doctor, someone was asking Harry.

Soon many people gathered there. Just then, a ward boy called the police. Within ten minutes, the police van reached there. By then Harry had explained the reason for the quarrel to the people present. Some people believed the doctor was right, but most sympathized with Harry.

A big-bellied inspector got out of the police van and started asking people for information to find out what was going on. At that moment, the mouths of the people who had been showing sympathy to Harry a few moments before were locked. But the Doctor and his supporters openly framed Harry and proved him a bully within minutes. However, his bloody face and being the son-in-law of an rich man were enough to prove the doctor's innocence. Harry Rowe began to tell the coroner about his sick and unconscious mother lying in the corridor of the emergency ward.

"Sir! I am completely innocent, my mother is lying unconscious outside the emergency ward for the past one hour and there is no doctor here. If she is not admitted immediately, she will die."

"Son of a bitch," said the inspector, slapping him. "Doing hooliganism and that too with a respectable doctor, I will make you miss your grandmother. let's go ! Put this wrestler in the van, the police station will go and serve him.” The last sentence was said by the inspector to his subordinates.

At the inspector's signal, the three constables pounced on Harry like an eagle pounces on chicks. Two held him by the arms while the third was kicking him from behind. Harry kept shouting, pleading to get my mother admitted to the hospital first, but the police didn't listen to him. They put him in the van and drove off while Harry's mother was left lying on a bench outside the emergency ward.

Chapter 3

On reaching the police station, the police started beating Harry in the traditional way. Then he was presented before the inspector for investigation. Although the inspector was sitting on a chair, half of his stomach was on the table. He stared at Harry contemptuously for a few moments then asked. "Why did you attack a respected doctor?"

"He abused me," Harry replied.

"Then you would have abused him too." thundered the inspector. " Was the beating necessary?"

"Sir! I suddenly got angry." He replied in a dead voice. "Otherwise, I am a very polite person, I have never raised my hands on anyone and never to anyone....”

"Shut up, don't explain too much," the inspector interrupted with a roar." I have straightened many nobles like you, I will straighten you too. Now you are crooked like a spring, but I will straighten you like an arrow. Tell me why you beat the doctor, what is your enmity with him?"

"What kind of hostility! I don't even know him."

Then before the inspector could ask him any more questions, the phone rang. The inspector picked up the receiver and attached it to the crane.

" Inspector! What happened to this goon?"

"Who are you?" the inspector asked in reverse.

"Your father, Minister Jerry Jacob."

"Sorry sir" The inspector got up so quickly that the chair stuck to his hips. This scene was laughable. If it hadn't been for Harry's life, he would have laughed.

"Order sir!" The inspector pulled the chair with his left hand and released the hips. "That rowdy is standing in front of me right now.”

"Shut up! Why is he still on his feet?" Jerry Jacob scolded him." It seems that you are fed up with the police service."

"No, Sir! There is no such thing. We've beaten him up a lot,” he replied cheerfully.

"Beating won't do anything, think of something else," Jacob ordered.

"Don't worry sir! I'll give him a tour of the torture room now."

said Jacob cruelly. Break the bastard's hands and feet and throw him at a crossroads to beg. No anguish will come upon you in my presence.”

"That will be the case sir! I am your slave. Whatever you order will be carried out. If you allow me to kill him in the police-in counter?”

No, this punishment will become a means of salvation for him. Make his life worse than death.” Jacob ordered and cut off the connection.

"You're off to work now," the inspector stared at him while placing the receiver on the cradle. Who said you to fight Jerry Jacob's son-in-law and lose your life for free.”

Harry was completely stuck. He no longer had any doubts that the inspector was out to kill him. Of course, the inspector wore the uniform of the government, but he did the job of Jerry Jacob. Who was Jerry Jacob? Harry didn't know that. But he had guessed that Jerry Jacob must be an important person, otherwise why would the inspector be afraid of him? In an instant he made a decision and then acted on it.

Inspector! I do accept my crime. You cannot torture me for no reason, register an FIR and produce me in court. I will gladly take this case.”

"Oh! "Since when did you become a lawyer?" asked the inspector sarcastically. And who told you that I cannot torture you? I will break your bones now, what will you do?"

said Harry. I am not an outcast nor uneducated and ignorant but an engineer. A journalist is also my friend. If you take the law into your hands, the matter will go much higher."

Hearing the reference of the engineer and the journalist, the inspector's ears perked up, but on the other hand, he also had an idea of ​​Jerry Jacob's strength. He knew that Jerry Jacob would save him. He couldn't be hostile to Jerry, except for Harry. So after a moment's thought he spoke to Harry." At this point I put you in lockup and talk to Jerry Jacob. Maybe they will forgive you."

"I agree," he replied.

The inspector called a constable." Morgan! Come in.”

"Order, sir," the constable entered and saluted.

"Take him away and lock him up."

The constable grabbed Harry arm and led him out of the office. The inspector dialed Jerry Jacob's number. After the third bell, he heard Jacob's voice, "Say, Inspector, what has been done?"

said the inspector. Sir! He is not an ordinary person, he will have to be managed permanently or the loss will be ours."

"Who are you talking nonsense?" Jacob asked angrily.

Sir! He describes himself as an engineer and also has a relationship with a journalist. In such a case, we will have to counter it, neither the flute nor the bamboo will play.

"Stupid!" For example, bamboo makes a flute, not a flute makes a bamboo.

"I know sir."

"What do you know?"

"This is what makes a flute from bamboo."

"And what is the ring?"

"Bamboo."

"Your mother's ringing." Jacob cursed. Son of a bitch! Shoot the bamboo and the flute, make some arrangement for that bastard, or I will play your flute. Then you will be nowhere like a washerman's dog. Neither the police station nor the house, no one will talk to you.

"I'll play Harry's flute first."

"Then the flute," Jacob shouted.

The inspector blurted out. I mean I'll put him in the police-in-counter.”

"No, you won't do anything like that right now."

"Then you tell me, sir!" What should I do with him?" the inspector asked worriedly.

I will decide it myself. You just keep him locked up.”

"Okay sir! Any other orders.” “Not now, I'll tell you later.” Jacob hung up.

A model of modern architecture, that palatial bungalow was located in a well-known area of ​​the city. There were many other bungalows like it, which were certainly built with black money. The inhabitants of these bungalows were the people who were sucking the blood of the flock of sheep called people for the last several decades. These were shepherds who were more bloodthirsty than wolves and more cunning than foxes.

Among the occupants of that bungalow was an armed watchman and another cook. Both of them stayed in the bungalow round the clock. One of them was allowed to go to the market occasionally when absolutely necessary, but that too only during the day, the bungalow was owned by Jerry Jacob. But he did not use it as a residence. His family was based in his hometown of Seattle, which was only two hours away. At that time, Jacob was present in a soundproof room of the bungalow. He used to come there only a few times a month.

He had only been sitting there for a few moments when the intercom bell started ringing. He picked up the receiver and put it to his ear. The watchman's voice was heard from the other side. Sir! Roger has come and wants to see you.”

"Send," he said, placing the receiver on the cradle.

After a while, a tall and handsome young man aged twenty-seven, twenty-eight years. was in front of him.

"Say, Roger, what news have you brought?" Jacob asked.

"The Inspector is right, sir," said Roger. That young man is an engineer but only in name.”

"Is his degree fake?" Jacob asked.

"The degree is real but he doesn't have the job. In fact, no one has given him a job.

"Meaning a man of work." Jacob took heart.

said Roger. You know better sir! What can I say?"

"Any family at home?" Jacob asked.

” There are only two sisters who are married. Both parents have passed away and the house consists of a two-room flat. The only source of income was the father's monthly pension, which was received by his widowed mother. But now that his mother has also passed away, this pension will also stop,” Roger elaborated.

"But his mother was alive, that's why he had a quarrel with Dr. Henry." "She was found dead on the bench that day," answered Roger.

Jacob was deep in thought while Roger stared blankly into his face. Roger knew that Jacob was involved in deciding the young man's fate, so he refrained from interfering. Jacob was not used to taking advice from anyone. He was a very arrogant person. Roger had been working for him for the past ten years and in those ten years Roger had never overstepped his limits.

After a while, Jacob himself turned to him. "Ok!" Now you can go, I will contact you later on the cell phone.”

"Okay sir" Roger left.

After Roger leaves, Jacob contacts the inspector and then instructs him on the plan that his brilliant mind had hatched a while ago.

Chapter 4

The next day, before dusk, the lock-up door opened and Harry was taken out and presented to the inspector. The inspector looked at him and then said with a fake smile on his face. "You're lucky Mr. Harry that Jacob forgave you or else he had a plan to dispose of you."

"I owe Jacob and you sir!" said Harry. "Can I go now?"

"No, we will leave you alone in your house and this is Jacob's order. We cannot refuse His command.”

The inspector's manner was somewhat meaningful. Alarm bells started ringing in Harry's mind. He was being let off the hook so easily without a bribe and this was something he couldn't digest. Without taking a bribe, the policemen never even forgave their father, so why was he being forgiven? Surely there was a conspiracy behind it. Of which he was unaware.

After a short pause he spoke.

"Sir! Why are you bothering me, I will go myself. My house is nearby. Tell Jacob that you have left me alone. When they do not know, how will they question you about this omission?"

"Nothing is hidden from Jacob's eyes. I can't take that risk or else they will suspend me or transfer me to a police station that will be the next target of terrorists," replied the inspector with finality.

Harry's lingering doubts were now gone. He knew that the ultimate decision had been made to offer him the revenge of a powerful person.

"Inspector! Am I really forgiven?” he asked suspiciously.

The inspector mumbled. "Do you have any doubts?"

"No doubt how?" He was stunned." I was just asking."

"Well, why?" The inspector stared at him." He has done you such a great favor and instead of being thankful you are suspicious, cursed be you.”

"I apologize sir!" Actually....”

"No need to explain." The inspector cut him off and then addressed a constable. will be left at home.

Sir! myself ..."

"Shut up," shouted the inspector and Harry fell silent. "You have attempted to kill a respected doctor, which carries a minimum sentence of ten years.”

The inspector's threat worked and Harry went quiet with the constable. Now perhaps he had left everything to fate. He kept quiet as if he was dying.

After a while a police van pulled out of the main gate of the police station, the inspector sitting in the front seat with the driver while Harry and five armed constables sat in the back. Harry had a mixed look of hope and despair on his face and sat perfectly still, but the constables were talking to each other. The van stopped for a moment on reaching the open road and then took a turn and went to one side. Harry shouted as soon as he sensed the danger." My house is not on this side. Where are you taking me? Please stop the car and drop me here, I will go by myself.”

"Don't scream," a stern-faced constable scolded him.

"Inspector has some work on this side, after that you will be delivered to your home."

He said helplessly.

"Be afraid of the wrath of God. Killing an innocent person in a police encounter is a great cruelty. I fold my hands in front of you , for God's sake, have mercy on me."

"Mad child! What will we get by killing you?" said the same constable again. "Which bombs have you blasted or kidnapped a minister's daughter that we will kill you in a police encounter?"

said the second constable. "Stupid man! The police don't have enough spare bullets to waste on vermin like you. Sit comfortably, otherwise I will put you under one ear and it will be twelve o'clock."

All the constables laughed heartily and Harry sat down once again, having nothing to do but silence, he must have been a little hopeful that the policemen would have killed him. So they could have done this work immediately after leaving the police station. There was no particular need to take him so far.

The van came to a stop on a quiet street. The inspector got down quickly and said commandingly to the constables, "Hurry up and bring him out, we have very little time, Jacob will be waiting to hear the good news."

The constables dragged Harry down and threw him at the inspector's feet.

"Get up!" the inspector nudged him. "Your number has been cut off, but I will definitely give you a chance to save your life. If you can run faster than a bullet, then run otherwise" the inspector deliberately left the sentence incomplete.

"I" he tried to say something.

The inspector interrupted.

"If you don't run, I will make a hole in your head right here."

The inspector's tone was definite, which Harry could clearly sense. To plead with him now was like ripping the head off a stone. The inspector was Jacob's pet dog and at his master's cue he was ready to tear up Harry. Therefore, instead of begging for mercy from a dog, he thought it better to make a plan to save his own life. He didn't have much time to think. It was only a momentary game, which he had to play unwillingly. Apparently, there was not even a percent chance of his life being saved in this game. In both cases there was only death for him, but otherwise he could run away and try to save his life. Although it was not possible, it was better to try than to die at the inspector's feet.

Chapter 5

In a moment he decided and then quickly stood up. He prayed to God in his heart and looked around as if choosing a safe direction to run.

The inspector said, "You can determine the direction as you wish, but you have very little time. I will only count to ten." If you don't run in the meantime, I won't hesitate a second to fire."

As soon as he finished talking, the inspector started counting." one two Three"

Meanwhile, Harry ran without direction, heading for an intersection. Which was at a distance of one hundred meters from there. He had barely covered half the distance when suddenly a bullet whizzed over his head. He screamed and fell down, but another bullet hit the ground very close to him and he got up again. He ran to the intersection. There was life ahead and death behind. He was using all the energy in his body to run, as if he had wings. The intersection was now a few steps away. All he had to do was to reach it and turn right or left. So he was running blindly when a bullet shot into his left calf like a hot rod.

As he jumped and fell down, a few more bullets passed over him. Without pausing, he got up and walked around with his right hand dragging his injured leg. At the same time, he collided with a speeding car coming in front and then his mind went into darkness. Before he fainted, he heard the screeching of car wheels.

When Harry opened his eyes then find himself on a clean bed. He looked around, it was a spacious and comfortable room. The side table next to his bed was filled with medicine. There were bandages on his head, leg and right hand. Although there was no pain in any part of his body, he felt weak. The door of the room and the only window were closed, but he could see everything clearly in the white and cool light of the energy saver bulb. He could not estimate the time. There was no wall clock in the room to tell whether it was day or night.

He spent a long time in this condition. Now he was feeling bored and was thinking of calling out to someone when suddenly the door of the room opened and a young person entered who was a stranger to him. Seeing Harry conscious brought a smile to the young man's lips.

"Thank God that you came to your senses," said the young man. Like knowing Harry for years. There was gentleness and sincerity in his tone." Roger was very worried about you."

"Who Roger?" Harry asked in a mixture of surprise and concern.

Said the young man. He is your friend and you will meet him very soon, then you will know for yourself who he is.

"But I don't have any friends named Roger."

Friend! In which circles have you fallen?" The young man said frankly. "Let us introduce each other. My name is Simon but people call me Sammy and my friends affectionately call me Badman, but I don't mind."

Harry smiled helplessly at this manner of introduction.

"What's so toothsome about it," said Simon, sitting on a chair near the bed. You can also call me Badman affectionately. But call me Sammy in anger or I will get angry which will prove harmful to you. Now introduce yourself."

"My name is Harry Johnson."

"Only Harry Johnson." He shook his head sadly.

"This is also an introduction, neither the address, nor told anything about the family, give a complete introduction?"

"A worthless person's introduction is limited to a name," Harry replied sadly.

Why worthless? Roger was saying that you are an engineer,” Simon expressed surprise.

"Was Roger wrong?" or

You are lying ?"

"Engineer Shit" a disgusted smile appeared on his face. Was only an engineer in name but now a fugitive. Inspector David must be looking for me like a mad dog.”

"If you don't feel like it, I want to hear your whole story."

"There is nothing worth listening to in my story. "Your time will be wasted," Harry replied.

said Sammy. No problem you start, my time is never wasted."

"But first I would like to know the name of my benefactor, who has saved my life."

"Your life has been saved by Roger. You suddenly collided with his car. Then Roger put you in the car and brought you here before the police arrived."

"Did Roger know that the police were after me?"

He said." I knew exactly why else he would have brought you here? You were injured and the best place for you was a hospital."

"Isn't it strange that my benefactor has come to see me so far?" asked Harry.

"He has gone on some important errand, he will be back soon." You tell me your story in the meantime.”

"Tell me about my mother. I left her unconscious on the hospital bench. What could have happened to her?" he asked in concern.

"It's been admitted by Roger," Sammy gave him false comfort. Don't worry about mom, she will be fine soon."

He felt a little satisfied after hearing about his mother and then started telling Sammy about his past.

"Friends! A lot of injustice has been done to you,” said Sammy in a sincere tone. "And this did not happen only to you, but the same game is being played for years with every person in this country, who has neither recommendation nor bribe. Here, if you get the right by asking, why would people take up arms to take their right? Why take the law into your own hands? Here the power is occupied by those wolves, who do not know the word mercy. Here only the powerful rule and always will. There will never be justice for weaklings like you, you know why?” He paused for a moment and spoke again.

"Because they know you can't spoil anything for them." You have no recommendation or bribe. Who will listen to you like this?

He said." I believe I have a recommendation and not a bribe, but is it my fault?

"Your first fault is that you were born in a school teacher's house. Second is that you studied engineering. Third fault is that you did not want to be a school teacher. People like you are either starving." Or else" he stopped saying something.

"Then what?" asked Harry.

"Let it be, it's not time yet. Will talk about this topic again sometime."

"What's wrong with talking now?"

"First you get well, then me and Roger will find a suitable job for you," said Sammy.

"But I am a fugitive and the police are looking for me."

"Don't be afraid of the police, you leave it to me and Roger. Now the police won't even come near you."

"Is Roger a very big man?" he asked.

"More than you think," he said while getting up." Rest now, tomorrow when Roger comes, we will talk again."

"If you could give me any news of my mother, it would be a favor to me," Harry requested.

"Ok I try." Sammy comforted her and went out

Chapter 6

Roger was in front of Jacob at that time. For a few moments, Jacob kept looking at him with piercing eyes, as if he thought that Roger was lying, then asked a question. "Is he really your childhood friend and classmate?"

"Yes sir" he answered briefly.

Jacob glared at him." Why did you hide this from me first?"

"I didn't even know myself. At that time I only got information about his parents."

"Are you telling the truth?" Jacob's expression was suspicious.

"Yes sir, why do I need to lie?" I have seen him only yesterday but he has not met me yet, yesterday when the police were following him, he crashed into my car and passed out. Sammy is with him now."

"Ok, now his brainwashing will be easy. He is your friend, so he will quickly believe what you say."

He said." Sir! I'll try but....

"But what?" Jacob cut her in disgust. "And what's the point of trying?"

"Sir! I know him since childhood, he is very stubborn. It's a very difficult thing to explain, so I used the word effort,” Roger clarified.

"You know I hate the word effort. Be careful in the future or it won't be good.” Jacob warned.

"Yes sir, I will be careful in future."

"Ok, now go meet him and start brainwashing him today and remember that I want 100% success in this job, otherwise shoot him."

A moment later, Roger was in the car, driving out of Jacob's bungalow. Passing through the various streets of the city, he reached within half an hour the house where they kept Harry. It was a very large modern style house. It had six rooms, a wide corridor and a kitchen. Each room had an attached bathroom and toilet. This house was the residence of Jacob's servants, who were slaves to Jacob's orders and could do anything for him. Jacob was a godfather to them. The disobedient activists were shot after being blacklisted.

Roger parked the car on the porch and walked to the room where they kept Harry. Harry was his childhood friend. The two of them studied together until matriculation. They then parted ways. He became embroiled in grief while Harry continued his education and enrolled in college. Today he was about to face Harry after almost ten years. His mood was getting a bit strange. Well, it wasn't surprising, he was meeting Harry after a whole ten years. So the situation was bound to be strange. He didn't understand how he was going to get Harry to agree to what Jacob wanted him to do. Getting Harry into his gang was a very difficult task. But Roger had to do it anyway, for his own good and Harry's.

Walking forward the corridor he came to the front of the room Harry was in. The door was half open. There was no sound coming out of the room. He looked in and see to Harry that lying upright on the bed. He entered the room without making a sound. Approaching the bed, he found Harry fast asleep. He stared intently at his face for a few moments, then touched his forehead as if checking the temperature.

Harry suddenly opened his eyes. He was a little surprised to find a stranger near him. Harry's eyes flashed with familiarity as he looked at the stranger, but despite straining his mind, he couldn't remember anything.

"How are you friend?" Roger asked softly.

Hearing his voice gave Harry a jolt of surprise and then suddenly his mind went back 12 years, he remembered that such a voice belonged to Jack, the Jack who had been his friend from school and at school Jack was known as Jack the German. He looked intently at Roger again. The man who stood in front of him was very different from Jack, who was his friend. However, his facial features somewhat resembled Jack's.

"You're Jack?" Harry asked with a slight pause.

Roger smiled, "Yes, I was once Jack, but now I am Roger, and why are you addressing me with such respect?" "I am your friend. Talk to me frankly. No need to be serious."

"Are you telling the truth?" His manner was suspicious.

"Hundred percent true, don't you believe it?"

"Tell me your full name?" Harry asked.

He said." Ok let me clear your doubts. My name is Jack, my school mates called me Jack the German and you are Harry Johnson, the only son of Teacher Johnson, what more is there to ask?

There was no reason for Harry to doubt anymore. Everything was made clear. He was really his school friend Jack.

Jack! "Where did you disappear?" he asked, trying to get up, but then groaned.

"Please lie down, you can't get up right now," Roger said kindly, "I'll tell you everything when you're all right."

"I'm fine Jack don't worry about me, I'm just anxious to hear your story."

He said while sitting on the chair near the bed, "Friend! Don't worry, my feelings for you will always be those of friends. All I'll ask is that I don't like being called Jack anymore. I hate that name. Promise me you'll call me Roger in the future. Anyway, no one here knows me by my real name, except you. I have buried my past forever and it would be better if you also forget your past forever.”

"Forget the past, I don't understand?" asked Harry in surprise.

Roger said, "Yes, forget what's in the past?" Except for grief and infamy. Work together with me, your destiny will change and wealth will stand before you with folded hands.

"What are you doing?" he asked suspiciously.

"That's what is happening in this country today."

"I still don't understand," he asked confused.

"First you promise to work with me, then I will tell you everything."

He said." Does that mean you are involved in any criminal activity?”

"Yes," said Roger frankly. This is the custom of this world.”

"Sorry my friend! I don't follow this custom.” He flatly refused.

"What has the nobility of that name given you?" Roger's tone was sarcastic. Your father passed away due to your unemployment, your two sisters are still living in poverty and your mother died like an orphan lying on the bench of a government hospital, but you still cling to your principles. Who have made you a street dog? Change yourself my friend! I am not your enemy. I sympathize with you."

After hearing the news of his mother's death, a wave of grief spread throughout his body and then his eyes became watery. How unlucky he was not to see his mother for the last time, nor to shoulder her funeral. What could be more unfortunate for a son than that? Roger was constantly looking at him with unanswered eyes. But he had reached another world at that time. A film of memories was playing in his mind. From childhood to adulthood, he remembered every moment spent with his mother. Mother loved him very much and fought with Johnson for him. He was remembering every moment he had spent with his mother and was crying like a child who is suddenly separated from his mother at a fair.

After a little pause, he said in a sad voice." My mother died and I was not even informed. Why was I kept in the dark?"

Roger said, "All this has been done for your betterment. At that time, your condition was such that you might not be able to bear this shock."

"But I was told that you have admitted my mother to the hospital?"

"That was a lie." Roger's expression was regretful. "Your mother died on the same day you were arrested. I am ashamed of you for this lie, but God knows that I told this lie only for your good. You are my friend today like yesterday, you can call me bad if you want. I won't mind."

"If I could get my mother back by badmouthing you, I would definitely do it," he replied in a sobbing voice.

"She was my mother too, Harry, and I share in your grief. If only you had met me earlier, I would have given her the best possible treatment."

"No one can avoid the fate." Neither I nor you, perhaps such a death was written in mother's destiny.”

Roger said, "No, Harry! I don't believe this, my words will surely sound bad to you, but it is a fact that you have taken the life of mother yourself. Her blood has been spilled by your idleness and stubbornness. I have heard your story from Sammy. I wish you had obeyed your father."

He didn't respond to Roger's words, just lay there in silence.

said Roger." I know that you are hurt by my words, but I said what was true. I'm sorry if it sounds bad."

"I realize my mistake," he said in a defeated manner. "My mother would not have died rubbing her heels on the hospital bench like the orphans."

"You can make up for your mistake if you want," Roger encouraged, seeing him coming on the line.

"How can I make up for it?" he asked.

"Accept my offer, this will be the compensation for your mistake."

"No," he shook his head in denial. I cannot support a criminal.”

"Here are all criminals, my friend! It is a different matter that they have masked on their faces. Someone is called a politician, someone is a capitalist, someone is a contractor of religion, then someone has a Redeemer mask on their face. Only robbers and criminals live in this country. No one will question your honor here."

"Please leave me alone," Harry urged. I don't understand anything at the moment."

"Okay, as you wish. I cannot force you. And now you rest, I'll be back sometime." Roger headed for the door but then turned around." Be sure to consider my words in solitude."

But when Harry didn't answer, he stormed out.

Chapter 7

It was a comfortable room and there were four young men at that time. All four looked respectable, educated and well-dressed. All four of them were confused about some problem and were arguing among themselves. One of them had a different plan, while the other three had the same plan and were sticking to it.

" Look! If you three seriously consider my plan, I will show you the truth," said the one with a different plan. "I believe he is guarded by guards, but he is not that hard to target. As much as you guys understand."

Sammy was among those with a plan. He looked at the young man mockingly and then said." My heart wants to praise the person who called your name

"Donkey King". He was a very familiar person. If he had been in front of me at that moment, I would have kissed his lips that first gave you the name "Donkey King" instead of Fred."

"I've been looking for that puppy myself," said Fred. "The day I find that bastard, I will cut his throat.”

said Sammy." It is not the person's fault. Your face is like a donkey."

Sammy's speech was met with laughter from the colleagues sitting in silence, and Fred was left burning. One of the laughers was named Jimmy. While the other was called Steve by his colleagues.

Fred's face was slightly protruding, perhaps that's why someone gave him the name "Donkey King". However, apart from his face, he was a tall, smart young man.

"So that means you guys don't like my plan?" Fred asked angrily.

Sammy replied." We leave it to Roger to decide. We will accept his opinion. He might like your plan."

Then before Fred could say anything, Roger walked in and they all turned to him.

"What topic are you talking about guys?" Roger asked.

said Sammy. Boss has given another task.”

"What task?"

"The task of stopping the language of a patriot forever, he is standing in the way of the boss. Rather, it has become a permanent headache."

said Roger. "Oh, so you guys are talking about Sheriff Jade?"

"Yes, they are talking about the same low luck." Sammy nodded yes." We have received the final order from the boss. He has given us three days."

"I know," said Roger. "Have you guys come up with a plan or are you still debating?"

(To be continued)