Asha went back the next day, but Gael refused to see her if she had no clear answer. She felt helpless, but Ronjon encouraged her.
"But my answer is still the same. I just want to ask him what's wrong with my answer," she said.
From there, Asha tried reading recipes and even asked Ronjon to show her his cooking style. Yet, she couldn't think of anything different or to call her own original recipe. Her Baba's cooking still stood higher among the rest.Asha tried to cook by not following any recipe or cooking style at all, but the results were her cooking style went back to Ninu's ways or the
Asha bid the two to go outside. "Boys, did you bring any cash with you?" Both answered yes. "Good, then we need to buy some ingredients…" Before she could continue, Monojit interrupted. "Wait, explain to us first why we need to involve ourselves with their problem?"
Along the road, Ronjon stopped the car near a group of men to ask for the location of the nearest gasoline station.A man pointed to his right. "It's two kilometers from here."
Ronjon was on fire. He hated the guts of the sleek guy, but Monojit was against it."The parents decided. What apparent proof do you have that he was not lying? Just heard, but nothing to show."
On the way back to the capital city, they stopped in a place called Nirabpur. There was an ongoing festival. The three stayed low key and found a two-story Inn, but the rooms were occupied, aside from a room recently vacated. They decided that Asha would stay there while the two confined their long legs in the car."No, I refuse. Let's look for another Inn." Asha prote
After the introduction and light dinner chat, Asha and Monojit were ushered to their rooms. Ronjon spent a whole night with his Uncle. They discussed issues regarding their country's fight for independence, his job, and his future. The next day, Ronjon announced he's staying for a week since his Uncle asked him to become his part-time chef, with good pay, of course."H
The man stood silently near the sink. "There's no need for you to prove yourself. I know it but …""But what?" The lady waited for a second and finished it for him. "You don't want me to work."
At dawn, Asha was fully awake. She couldn't sleep well the whole night. Gabina planned to make the dessert. Meanwhile, Asha was still trying to formulate her very own recipe."Ahh, that madman, inconsiderate, conceited Ronjon is the root cause of my problem." She recalled their conversation yesterday.
Asha blew air in exasperation. "Okay, Chef Ronjon Munshi.""Why is the chef title being inserted in this conversation?" Ronjon asked as one of his brows raised.
Both Asha and Ronjon went back in later. An hour more and the doctor came out from the operating room. All of them stood right away, aside from Asha, who slept, exhausted from crying."Who are the relatives of Shaheb Arup Mukherjee?"
Noontime came. The scenery was mesmerizing, but Rimas mind was not on it because the scorching heat of the sun was like burning coals roasting them alive. He tried lessening the soreness of the sunburns by covering his head with his shawl but held the cloth in his firm grasp, keeping the strong wind from blowing it away. Suddenly, someone yelled at his back. Everyone looked to where the shout came from and saw a woman pointing at a man who fell from the train. All the passengers on top of the roof were frightened to death. They might be next if they would not be careful.
Unknown to them, Rimas silently sat at a corner at the airport in the capital city. He tried to buy a ticket to flee the country but as Ronjon and Harry had predicted, all flights were sold out a long time ago and no more tickets were provided for the following months. Every family decided to find the best place suited for them to live. Somehow, the British Raj had not yet submitted any clear boundaries of the two countries, and there were only four months left before the set independence day.
Tarapati went back in and wakened Ninu and Arup."Ninu Bhai, your daughter is here. You better get up or something ugly will happen," Tarapati said while shaking Ninu.
Tarapati came out smiling to greet Asha, who stood in between Ronjon and Harry, but halted his steps when he saw the police cars escorting behind. He looked back at the two men sleeping in the living room, Arup and Ninu, and thought of waking them to clear up the situation to the unfriendly visitors.That night, when Ninu, Tarapati, and the rest arrived in the mansion,
Instead of being happy, Tarapati's mind boiled in rage against Ninu."Who are you playing with? Me? How dare you impersonate my late good friend?" Tarapati hollered right up to his lungs as he clenched his fist to strike Ninu on the face, but the latter calmly moved his head and shifted his hair to show Tarapati his hairy mole behind his left ear. Tarapati's hand tempo
While Tarapati was at it, he asked Ninu to allow him to talk with Sovhona alone. However, Sovhona was not at ease with the idea. She insisted on Ninu to stay with them. Hence, Tarapati had no choice but to ask Ninu for an oath of secrecy because he perceived him to be an outsider. He absolutely did not recognize this Ayoush's real identity even though they were close before.
Tarapati went to visit and talked with each of Rimas wives, aside from Sovhona, who he had no inkling of her where to find. The wives were in outrage after learning Rimas sold the house and their properties in secret. They couldn't even accept that he had the nerve to keep all the money to himself. With the fact that most of his acquired lands and business establishments were from their dowries, most of them wailed in agony and a few wished to sue him but with no power and money to do so.