______________________________________ "Dad, don't tell me a story today?" Mr. Rahman looked up from the paper when he heard such whims on the face of a 15-year-old boy. He was lying on the bed reading the newspaper. It's okay for kids to listen to stories, but boys this age don't want to talk to their parents anymore. There his son wants to hear the story. Laughing, Mr. Rahman said to his son Nidul, __ "So what story do you want to hear?" The son also puts a smile on his lips in response to his father's laughter. __ "Dad as you wish." __ "Well then what do I know about the reason I suddenly wanted to hear the story from Dad today?" Nidul, who was standing by the bed, wiped his feet on the bed and got up on the bed. __ "Dad, everyone says you should be with your father as much as possible, mother ..." Mr. Rahman's eyes get wet. Be emotional in the words of Subodh's son, the boy understands his big! __ "Well, then let me tell you an incident from my life. Listen carefully!" Nidul puts his hand on his father's stomach and says, __ "I just came to hear, why not pay attention?" Mr. Rahman shook his head and started his story, __ "I was twenty-four or twenty-five at the time. I conspired with friends to go to a haunted bungalow and spend the night. Anything I could think of! One of our group was very timid, the boy's name was Hrid. In our time no one had such a modern name but His name was very modern and I liked him very much. He persuaded us very much, "Don't go, don't go" but we are not ready to leave him at his house and go to the haunted bungalow. It was midnight when we all walked together. There was a bungalow a short distance away, and the people around us were saying that there was something wrong. And we went that night to see what was there. It was full. The big gate, there were five of us. We put the first two brave boys in our group as guides so that there would be no problem. They were Rafiq and Shafiq, two brothers. Opens, with a squeaky squeaky sound! It was this sound that made our bodies stand on end. The five of us went inside, the bungalow was very old. We went and stood in front of the front door of the two-storey bungalow. What a scratch on the two windows next to the front door. I turned on the torch and showed it to them, as soon as I felt someone say something to my ear. I don't see anyone twisting my neck, again my brain tells me someone pinched my elbow too hard. When I look at my elbow, I see that the scratch on the glass is exactly in my hand. I'm so scared, I grab Jamal's shirt next to him and say, there's really something bad here. Look at my hand! But Jamal immediately says, "Where the hell is that?" That's why I keep my eyes on my elbow and see that there is no scratch, disappear! I shut up and didn't say anything to anyone. Everyone left the front door, broke the window and went inside. It was not easy for us to open the huge lock. I was terrified of what would happen next. Once inside, we look around the house one by one. Needless to say, the taste of the person who built this house was very elegant. We heard that the daughter of the owner of this house comes here from abroad to visit. Ever since he came, his behavior looks strange, rumors are circulating inside and outside that something has caught him. The owner does not pay attention but a few days later the half-eaten body of the girl was found in the back yard of the house, as if someone had eaten it. However, the owner has not been here since, and no one has dared to come since. But no one tried to find out what happened to the girl. Jamal climbs the two-storied stairs and Rafiq stays behind. The whole dark house, how much can be seen in the light of the hand torch. As soon as they stepped on the last step of the two-storied staircase, everyone heard the sound of the front door opening. Back to back Jamal and Rafiq. Standing down, I, Shafiq and Krishna stopped. Because the heart was in front of us! Suddenly the heart says, "There's still time to go. There's still a lot of time." We stared at the lake in amazement, not believing that the heart would dare to come here. I was still scared, I told everyone, "Yes, let's go. We're leaving. Something bad has already happened to me!" Somehow everyone agreed to leave but everyone swore that no one would leave the bungalow without forgetting. We close the front door, we don't see the heart when we turn around. Fear works inside everyone at the moment. We started walking hand in hand with each other. But the most surprising thing was that when we arrived, we saw some dogs and the dogs were scared to see me. None of us noticed it and left quickly. From the next day the view of the lake is nowhere to be found. The five of us woke up in shock, the lake was closest to me. Because he was the man. His name was as beautiful as his behavior. She had two small blue eyes and the color of her skin was milky! __ "Is that all?" Mr. Rahman was silent and said that the face of the lake was floating in his imagination. Sambit got back to the boy's words, looked deeply at the boy He. Hmmm, the boy is white in his milk, he has two small blue eyes. The pressure of the living existence of his heart in the whole face! Mr. Rahman took a deep breath. __ "Dad, what if my name was Hrid?" Mr. Rahman did not answer, turned his hand on the boy's head and said, __ "Sleep, Dad. It's been a long night." Nidul doesn't speak anymore and closes his eyes and lies down. Mr. Rahman let out a long sigh, as if in the blink of an eye he could see the heart in front of him. Mr. Rahman said in his mind, "It was wrong to leave you alone at home that day. The truth is no one knows except five of us, heart, how can I find your existence in Nidul. Did it match by luck or are you around me?" "Finished"
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