A Long Way To Go: A Travelling Story (2015)

Chapter 11

After that,  we went to the guest house. Everyone was talking about the whisperer. When I looked back, I saw the whisperer in the hood. I saw him stepping front. I followed him through the beach but he was vanished in the dark.

“Debra? Are you lost?” asked Maisha.

“Oh sorry” said I.

Then we went inside the hotel as it was cold outside. At night, I heard some men screaming but the power failure created the guest house into darkness.  Therefore, I saw the group of men in the window with torches- it was the chairman’s son! The man who wanted to harass me. Maisha, Iliyas, Saiful, Sameen and Adreeta came out of the hotel along with me.

He said “hey, want to date with me? I won’t hurt you, come closer”.

Suddenly, I heard a croaked voice “STOP THIS NONESENSE!”

He ran close to me like a wind as if he was a spirit or a ghost.  When he opened up the hood with a smirk smile, I was surprised   “Dr. Aamir Habib!”

“Haroon” exclaimed all the boys who held together except Ali.

“I was there for you Debra, all along. My real name’s Dr. Aamir Habib. People call me Haroon. May be I cannot explain too much of it right now because I need to thrash out those conservative extremists” said Haroon.

He thrashed out the chairman’s son that he became scared. The other people along with him ran away as if they were also beaten. I smiled. When I looked back, I saw the boys looked scared as if the chicken called for help.

Haroon said “Hey guys! Surprise to see me?”

Iliyas, Sameen and Saiful gave him a group hug.

“Mr. Civil Engineer and poet, I read your books. It was amazing! You are super-improved” said Haroon.

“Ahh! Haroon, it’s really great to see you. Wow, you are updated-too thin but muscular. Anyways, you too look improved quite a lot” said Saiful.

“Thanks for the compliment. Aah! Mr. Filmmaker, what an emotional film you made. I must say, you are much into a new dimension of filmmaking and prestigious producers are offering you I see and an individual studio. I am proud of you” said Haroon.

“Why so proud? But anyways, you are the one opening my mind. I must say, it’s a salute to you” said Sameen.

“Oh my god! Look who is it! A lawyer. How’s your case going? I missed you all my man. We were immature that time but now, time’s changed but it’s amazing to see you all my dear friends. Yes, the fact is true, if friendship survives for seven years they are still stick to it forever” said Haroon.

“Yes my case is fine. Can we have a group hug Haroon?” asked Iliyas.

They had a group hug again.

“Oh, I forgot to introduce my wife, Debra Hassan. The girl who united us and yes, she also came for another reason. Identity crisis. Are you aware of these events, girls?” said Haroon.

“Sameen and I was the only ones who knew about her” said Maisha.

“Thank you guys to prevent her depression. As a psychiatrist, we all need to take care of her. The extremist, the chairman’s son would have made the hell out of her! That’s why be cautious. Tomorrow, we are going to the chairman’s house” said Haroon.

After that, we went back to the guest house to sleep. Haroon was busy with his laptop.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“I am doing some work. I will explain it to you later” said Haroon.

After that, the electricity came back. Therefore I was in such a mess that I want to know the suspense of the brief story with the friendship with the boys along with Haroon. Hunger is never stopped like any other suspense stories. Now we are on track to know about my real identity.

The identity is not only important but yes, understanding the country is important. There is something wrong. May be there is an end of the beginning. Haroon will reveal all the answers.