Next morning, Basanta woke up early because of the smell of the delicious food. he went outside the room and began to search the source of the smell. He soon found the kitchen. He went inside and hide behind the door. He saw Runa cooking bhat (rice) and masu (meat). Runa saw him but pretended not to notice him. She chuckled lowly and internally cooed at the cuteness in fRont of her. Basanta looked like a little puppy who is looking at this food that his owner will serve him any minute. She could literally see the sparkling stars in Basanta's eyes while looking at the food. she motioned her hands telling Basanta to come near her. Basanta got startled and his cheeks got red as he was caught glancing at the food red handed. He quickly went up to her and said, "good morning. Runa." Runa was sad hearing that Basanta called her by her name and not that word. But, she told herself to have patience and wait for him to finally call her mom. She wants Basanta to be comfortable with her and her husband. She was in her thoughts when Basanta said, "Runa. Bhok lagyo. Masu ra bhat kati bela samma pakcha hola."
Translation: "Runa. I am hungry. When will the rice and the meat be cooked completely?" Runa chuckled at Basanta's behavior. She bent down, touched his check and said, "it will be cooked soon. Let's wait for Ron. He has gone for his daily morning walk. He will return soon. Till then why don't you go and sit at the table." Basanta quickly nodded his head and went to the table to sit down. Not long after, Ron arrived and they had their breakfast. The first few days Basanta stayed at the house to get familiar with it. They had also adopted him completely and legally. After a few days,
BASANATA'S POV
Today, Ron insisted that I should go with him to the shop to get to know the place better. i was a little shocked when I found out that they owned a shop. He asked me to tag along and I agreed because I was bored. So, the journey began. I don't know if I would survive this journey or not. it's a long path but I am determined to finish till my last breath. (A/N: it's just a 10 min walk. Don't be so dramatic Basanta. This dramatic boy.😑😑) soon, we were in the field. There was mud everywhere as it was the cultivating season. Then, I saw movement in one of the fields. I became scared. The movement became fast. Was it the mud monster I heard stories of? I held Ron's hand. He looked at me and asked, "what happened?" I smiled nervously and said, "nothing." I again looked at the field and saw that the muddy thing was forming a shape. I looked at it closely and realized that it was a boy who had laid down on the field covered in mud. We both made an eye contact. He waved his hands at me. I just smiled nervously. Is he a field monster who kills little children or what? Like who was he? Just then, I heard Ron shout at that mud boy, "SAM, WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN THE FIELD. YOUR MOM MUST BE LOOKING FOR YOU AND SHE WILL BE ANGRY IF SHE SAW YOU LIKE THIS, YOUNG BOY." The boy shouted back, "I WILL BE HEADING HOME THEN. THANKS FOR THE INFORMATION, UNCLE RON" I looked at Ron confused and asked, "who was he, Ron?" To which Ron replied, "oh, he is the neighbor's kid. He lives in the same neighborhood and his name is Sam. He is the same as you. I think you both could be friends." I just nodded at his words. So, he is just a 10 year's old crackhead like me. And here my stupid brain thought he was a mud monster. I guess I have to stop reading those mythical creatures stories. Otherwise, I would lose my mind. Ron and I again started to walk towards the shop.
OUT OF BASANTA'S POV
The day flew by very quickly. Basanta helped Ron around his work. And they returned back home in the evening with a lollipop on Basanta's mouth as his reward. After a week or two, the Tiwari couple sent Basanta to school. Well, to say that Basanta wasn't nervous would be a hilarious joke cause Basanta was literally freaking out. He was so close to passing out by the thought that he had to go to a public school. A FREAKING SCHOOL. Why was he nervous, you may ask? Because he was homeschooled by various world famous tutors while he was still living as a life of a prince. And his only friend whom he openly chatted and talk was his elder brother Sisir. Now, that he is left alone, he feared that he would not make any friends. He slowly went towards his class and knocked on the door. He heard the teacher say, "come in." He went inside after taking a long breath. He greeted the teacher and she told him to introduce himself infront of everyone. Basnata was nervous but he managed to say, "hello everyone. I am basnata Tiwari. Hope we all can be good friends." After he said that, he went to an empty seat. The class began and everyone started to focus on their studies. When the door opened with a loud thud which scare everyone including the teacher. But, the next moment all the students heard the teacher shout, "SAM. WHY ARE YOU LATE AGAIN." Basnata looked at the door and saw the same mud boy he met a few days ago. 'he is in the same class as me.' Basnata thought. Before he could realize anything more, Sam came and sat next to basnata as the other seats were occupied. Sam looked at basnata and asked, "you knew here." To which basanta nodded his head. Sam extended his hand towards him and said, "hi, my name is sambu nath Adhikari. But call me Sam for short," basanta didn't know what to do, so he holds Sam's hand awkwardly. Sam smiled at him and said, "so, friends." To which basnata replied, "Friends." They both smiled at each other. Then, started to focus on their teacher. The day went by Sam introducing basnata to his friends and giving him notes of the earlier classes cause Basanta joined school a few days late. That's how, basnata found his first friend. When, he went home, he talked about what happened in school to Runa. And she happily heard all of it. At that moment basanta knew that this would be his life until he finds Sisir.
(A/N: now, let's go to Sisir again for a few chapters, shall we? He will be disappointed if I didn't show you all what him what happened to him."
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A broken promise - SISIR AND BASANTA
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