অধ্যায় ১২৭: এক্সিয়েনথিয়ানের সাথে দ্বৈরথের আমন্ত্রণ (৩)
এ-tuku bole, ghure darie se chole jaor janya prostut halo, bujha gelo je jang Ie-kiong-er sathe ar kono bak-bitaal korar tar kono iccha nei. Se soja senje-r palie jaoya lokder khuje ber korbe ebong ek ek kore tader sobai ke kete felbe.
Bipokher ei abostha dekhe, Jang Ie-kiong-er mukh-chobi khub-i rohasyomoy o kathin hoye uthlo, ebong se soja bole uthlo, “Apni jadi senje theke palie jaoya kono lok ke khujte jan, tabe ami Jang Ie-kiong sopoth korchi je ami ekebare ekhane theke chole jabo, ebong kono ekdin sadhanae siddhi laabh kore abasya fire ashbo, Jang poribarer sathe jukto sobar rokto diye ei chola-pther hishab chukabo, tader bongsho ke nishchihno kore debe, tader mul theke ukshe fele debo.”
Thanda gham, soja Yue Li-r kopol beye neme elo, tar shorir ta ektu shokto kore ghure dariye, Yue Li-r mukh fashashye fyakase hoye gelo.
Tar nijer uddeshyo, bipokher kach theke dhara pore geche.
Shudhu dhara-e poreni, tar abostha ebong kormo-kando o bondhi hoye geche bipokher hate.
Jodi se Jang poribarer lokjon ke hatya kore, tobe hoyto bipokh sotti-i aar pichon fire takaben na ebong chole jaben, ebong sadhana sheshe fire ese tader upore protishodh nibe.
Ekei bole nijei nijer kora khodai kora, tobe tar mane onno. Agekar ta chilo nishthurta, ebong durbolota.
Porer ta holo rokta-shonghat, eta holo drirho protigya.
Dui byaparter porinam eka hoy na.
Tobu, jokhon bipokh emon kotha boleche, tokon Yue Li-r mathay notun ekta faki ese gelo, tarpor mukhe ek hashi fute uthlo, “Shunte toh khub bhalo shunay! Jokhon etoi bhalo, tabe ekta kotha rakha jak, apni jadi nije nijer pran bisorjon den, tabe ami sopoth korchi, jibon thaka obosthay Jang poribare r গায়ে ek-ti katoro daag o lagabo na, ki, raji?”
Boyoshe buiddhiman byokti, shongbege Yue Li Jang Ie-kiong-er dhomok ke dhulai kore dilo, ebong ulte tar uporei chap srishti korlo, jadi tumi nije mrittu boron koro, tabe ami Jang poribar ke chhere debo.
Bhuru tunchke, Jang Ie-kiong shanto ebong halka shore jiggesh korlo, “Apni ki Ongko-gochher malik?”
“Na.” Yue Li matha narte laglo.
“Apni ki Ongko-gochher maliker sidhhanto niye kotha bolte paren?”
“Na!” Tar mukh fashashye bodle gelo, Yue Li bujte parle Jang Ie-kiong ki jiggesh korte chay.
Upohasher hashi aro bere gelo, Jang Ie-kiong bollo, “Tobe apni ja bolchen ta sobi bakwas. Apni kach chalaaben na, kintu Ongko-gochh chalaabe, apnar sopoth ar Ongko-gochher maliker sopoth ek noy, tar mane apnar eto khon dhorer bak-bitaal shob eka faka abajer moto, awaj chara onno kichu na, shudhu ekta durgandho chorate pare.”
Fusk!
Jang Ie-kiong-er ei tulona, tar kandher upor bose thaka chhoto shial-ti ke hashe bhashiye dilo.
Emon byokti ke emon bhabe tulona korar kotha shune je keu heshe bhashbe, ta swabhavik.
Ekjon sonten-shreni-r shoiniker kotha ke se sidha ekta faka kotha bole apon korlo, eta jadi Laiyang shohore ora shunte pete, tabe sobar chokh kopal uthe jeto.
Gahbir bhabe shash niye, rag-e khuro hoye thaka Yue Li-r kotha shonar age-i Jang Ie-kiong bollo, “Apnar kono ashkash ba ghotona amake bhoy dekhate parbe na, borong ami jadi sotti-i chole jai, tabe apni ebong apnar pichoner shongstha ki dhoroner bipoder samne porbe, ta apni bhalo korei jan.”
“Tai ei abosthay amake doshi na kore, ektikhon amar sathe ekta baazi dhore dekhun na keno?”
Jang Ie-kiong-er kotha, Yue Li-r buker bhetor chabi diye gelo. Sotti-i, ekhon shobcheye beshi bipoder mukhomukhi hoyeche sei byokti noy, je nishchoyotai poribar haraabe, borong sei byokti je dekhte shundor.
Ekjon shaktishali shotru chhere gele, firle abashya-i maliker shasti pete hobe.
Jodi maliker mone sandeho toiri hoy, ebong shokol mul nishchihno korar sidhhanto nei, tobe obostha aro kharap hobe.
Boro koshte, Jang poribarer dhwongsho samne, malik o sidhhanto niyechilen tar por Ongko-gochh theke chole jaben, ebong Ongko-gochh ke tinjon shokti-r hate chhere deben.
Khamota hat-e ashar somoy, jibon nijei nijer hate nei, ei obostha kokhono-i bhalo lage na.
“Ki baazi?”
“Zuddho!”
“Hae?”
“Ekti mash shomoy, tarpor ami apnar sathe ekta shoman zuddho korbo, mrittu na howa obosthay shesh hobe na.”
Jang Ie-kiong-er kotha shune, Yue Li-r chokh jhikmik kore uthlo, bujha gelo Jang Ie-kiong-er baazi tar mone dhoreche.
Age bhalo kore na dekhleo, rokter shokti theke Yue Li bujte perechilo, Jang Ie-kiong-er shokti shudhu ditiyo dhaper ashepashe, ekti shongjot-o nei.
Ek maasher shomoy, koto ta shokti bare? Choddho purush sadhok-der sahajjo thakleo, beshi hole shongjot porjonto hobe.
Sonten? Ta ashomvob.
Sonten kono oshudh ba gontho diye bariye tola jay na.
Sonten, bujhte hoy.
Bojha gele tobe-i sonten shreni-r upore otha jay, noile shob bondho. Jadi na keu jabardosti kora hoy, tahar por ek maashe sonten howa ashomvob.
Ebong jadi jabardosti kora hoy, tobe tar sadhana-r poth ekebare shesh hoye jabe.
Emon obosthay, bhoy pawar moton kichu nei. Eta bhebe, Yue Li mukhe ekta hashi fute uthlo, ebong bollo, “Tobe senior ki raji achen?” “Jodi ei chhele-ti jid na dhorto, tabe ki apnar mone hoy apni take dekhte peten?” Uttor peye, Yue Li-r chokh jhikmik kore uthlo, tar mukhe hashi fute uthlo, “Jokhon emon kotha, tobe ami raji achhi.”
“Ekti mash, ami Jang poribar ke kichu bolbo na, ebong ek maas por, apni amar sathe zuddho korben, mrittu na howa obosthay shesh hobe na.”
Sadhok-der samne dewa sopoth, Yue Li kono bhoy payni, borong khub shanti peyeche, tar mone hoyechilo Jang Ie-kiong-er kando shudhu Jang poribarer shesh shomoyer ekta shesh chesta matro. Ebong ei chestar karonei se nijeo bipode porte jache.
Oboshsye, mukhe mukhe zuddho, Yue Li eto boka noy, jadi ek maas por Jang Ie-kiong fire na ase, ebong tar khoj na paoya jay, tobe se ki bhabe hishab debe? Tai shonge shonge bollo, “Kintu, mukher kotha kono mullo nei. Jodi ami ekti mash opekkha kori, ebong...”
Hashi theme gelo, chhoto shial-ti thanda neshay ey abosthayeo shokto thaka Yue Li ke dekhe, mone mone bollo, “Apni ki amake sandeho korchen?”
“Ami abashya-i senior ke bishwash kori.” Senior kothay achen jana nei, tobe Yue Li ekhon khub shanto, shonge shonge tar chokhe ekta rahosyomoy hashi chilo: “Jodi senior nishchoyota den, tobe Yue Li kono apotti korbe na.” Ei prithibite, sadharon manusher sopoth shudhu mon ke bandhe, kintu sadhoker kotha onno, tader dewa protigya kono kono khetre akash-er niyomer moto, ekti bhul hole khub boro khoti hobe. Jodi se akash-er moto shokti thake, tobeo sopoth niye shabdhani hote hoy.
“Bhalo! Bhalo!” Krodh-e hashi fute uthlo, Jang Ie-kiong-er upore bose thaka chhoto shial-ti ei muhurte khub rag korechilo, kichu boltei jachhilo.
“Ami Jang Ie-kiong ekhane rakto sopoth korchi, ekti maas por jadi ami palie jai, tabe akash-er baas porbe.” Yue Li ke thanda chokhe dekhe, Jang Ie-kiong bollo, “Apnar moto abraj lok amar guru ke diye sopoth koranor joggo noy. Tai, ami nijei korlam, eta-i jotheshto.”
Muke hashi fute uthlo, Yue Li kichu bolte chachhilo.
“Sotti, ami ekhon je rakto sopoth korlam ta shudhu amar mon ke bandhbe, kintu joto khon ami beche achhi, guru amake chine rakben, tobe ami tar chalano poth e-i chole jabo, tai ekhon shudhu bandhon, kintu shei shomoy onno rokom hobe.”
“Ebong, amar guru jokhon ekhane achen, jadi ami palie jai, tobe amar ki kono joggota thakbe tar shishyo howar? Tai apnar bahana o chinta bondho korun.”
Jang Ie-kiong-er kotha shune, Yue Li-r mukh ektu kharap hoye gelo, tobe ar kichu bollo na, karon Jang Ie-kiong shob kotha bhalo kore bole diyeche, tar ar kono bahana khonjar jayga rakhe ni, tai ekta gaadho shash niye bollo, “Hum, ekti maas por, apnar mrittu din...”
E-kotha bole, Yue Li ghure dariye ekae gayeb hoye gelo.
Jang poribarer khoj neyar ar kono mane nei, ekhon tar kaaj holo je ghoteche ta malik ke janano.
Tarpor, ekti maas por zuddho-r jonno opekkha kora.