Elevation of Life

THE SINFUL SON

It was a shivering cold day in the month of December, when Jeren Jordon a man with spectacles, wrinkles on his face and stick in his hand got a bit ill at 72.

He had four daughters: Julia, Jenny, Shakira and Samaya and a son Jeneky. Before the arrival of each of them, Mr. Jeren worshipped a lot in a church nearby to be blessed with a baby boy. But to get a son, he was even blessed with 4 daughters.

He was on cloud nine for his son. To savor his happiness, he threw a great party. Many big businessmen and socialites came to attend his party.

All the daughters of Jordon got married at a very early age. Whereas Jeneky- his son was still left.

He was least bothered about his father. He neither even consulted a doctor for the treatment nor did he give him some traditional therapy. He did nothing other than shunning him for days together.

Constantly, the time passed on and on and on, but the son was incorrigible. He literally left him.

It was then a windy afternoon when Jeneky returned home back from his motel.

He was humming a song while going to the kitchen. He reached there and started preparing lunch for his own. Suddenly, he heard a strange noise from his father's room. He immediately rushed upstairs towards his father's room but couldn't find anyone other than his own father.

He was wriggling with pain. Yet Jeneky asked, "Father, did you hear some noise? What was it? Was someone there to rob us?"

Father's eyes filled with tears. "I'm extremely sorry dear," said the poor father in a sulky tone, "while I was trying to get down the bed, my hand hit the vas kept on the side table. It ...err... fell down and broke in...err... into pieces." Father's tone contained hesitation.

Jeneky's face turned red.

Quickly he turned towards the door to slip down the stairs. As he turned, "can get a bowl of tomato soup please?" requested the father.

He nodded his head with an uncomfortable smile and took his path to the kitchen.

He was like the assigned task was a burden.

He unwillingly reached the kitchen to prepare soup to serve his father. As he switched the burner on, of the gas stove, he burnt the little finger of his right hand.

"Aah! Mon due! Why don't I get rid of this old man?" cried he.

After a couple of while, he entered his father's room with the hot sizzling soup in a bowl of china clay, kept in a wooden tray with a spoon.

Oh! the man left the gas stove on. On the top of all, a limit had to be there for his cheekiness. The soup he prepared seemed terrible, half cooked and half yet left raw containing a lot of pepper into it.

As he was taking the tray to keep it on the side table, he noticed the whole house was engulfed with smoke. He peeped out once and found the whole bungalow on fire.

Thankfully! The cylinder was almost empty but the curtains of the kitchen had caught fire before.

Fire didn't approach the room. It was almost converting into smoke as it couldn't ignite properly.

He hurriedly dropped the tray on the floor and opened the wardrobe of his father and took the file of the properties of Mr. Jeren out of it. He then rushed out of the house saying, "Good bye! Father."

My goodness! The reader's eyes might get filled with tears, but I have no idea what about Jeneky? I felt very bad and sad when I wrote it. The papers got wet at a particular point from the tears that dropped. But what about Jeneky? He left the man in a helpless condition.

Jeneky, Jeneky, Jeneky. Ah! Everywhere was Jeneky. On every lip was Jeneky. The topic of conversation and the talk of the town was Jeneky.

The wisdom of people was in question where Jeneky actually was, when the house was on fire? And it always remained a mystery.

From never he was bothered about his father. Whatever he was really bothered were the properties of Mr. Jeren. And he succeeded achieving them.

It won't be wrong the quote that the son Mr. Jeren worshipped for, was a sinful son.

People need to love their children equally despite of distinguishing between their sons and daughters.