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.
Ashirbader Phul Inn had a good crowd for the competition. This was what Taajwar asked Ronjon for, a good advertisement. Nirabpur was famous for its ancient Buddha Temple, so tourists were expected daily. His Inn had existed for years in this village but the revenue dwindled when other Inns started opening.After analyzing their financial crisis, they found the problem;
Night came. Malabika called Asha to her room. "Come, my dear. Sit here." She tapped the space beside her on the bed. Asha obliged. The middle-aged lady cupped the younger girl's face, observing her every feature. "You're pretty, sweet, and headstrong. I think that's the reason.""What do you mean, Mashi?" Her eyes widened, curious about what the elder lady would say.