চুরাশি অধ্যায়: বিস্ফোরণের সূত্রপাত
qin feng er chin meng er koto bishhashi? chin feng er ek ti shadharon grojon e, dhorur biroid joddha ra praye shonkhayei chhotke elo tar pichhone.
“cholo, ekhon amader juddhe namar shomoy!” virer modhye, chu chi r netritwe, pichhone chilo chin mong ke ebong thong thon thon.
bai ling zhi r kono juddho khomota chilo na, tai she shudhumatro tolar bashe bose juddho dekhte laglo.
chin feng er mukh er vabi kichuta valo holo, jodi o [chin mong] er koyekjon shodoshyo, zong do shashr er shoktir biruddhe larai korar cheshta kore tahole ta hobe nodi te thala bhashar moto, kintu chu chi r jogdan e du pokkho ekhon ekti shoman shoman avab tey peyeche.
chu chi r eka r ki poriman shokti, ta bujhe newa jai!
ei shomoy, virer modhye abar ek ti thanda ghorar shobdo shona gelo, thong poribarer boro chhele o chin feng er shibire giye rokhlo, ebong tar shamne giye kothinshore bollo: “vul bujho na, amra ekhon o shotru, kintu ebar dui bon er onurodhe ami tomake shahajjo korchi!”
bole, thong thon fan er drishti thong thon thon er dike chole gelo, ebong ekti thanda ghorar shobdo korlo.
chin feng ekti shundor hashi hashlo, thong chia yi r moto meye jokhon ache, ebong thong thon thon o jokhon tar nijei lok, ebong thong thon fan er shathe jokhon tar kono shotrota nei, shudhu aage ek ti kaajer shomoy kichuta jhamela hoyechilo, ekhon dui bon majhkane thakay, kichu naram kothata bolle shob vul bujhabujhi dur hoye jabe.
ei shomoy. zong do shashr er orongkarer shobdo abar ashte laglo: “eheh, shobai shob ashustro, ekshathe hole shudhu kichu bekkar lok chara kichui na!”
ki ragi nou da, ki kothin thong thon fan, ki ba chin wushuang er moto thanda chhele, shober mukhonimaye andhokar hoye gelo, “bekkar” bole dakha ta chhilo tader jonno ekti opoman.
chin feng mone mone zong do shashr er shahosh ke prashongsha korlo, bujhte parlo na take ki bola uchit je tar shahosh beshi naki tar matha nosto hoye geche, eto gulo shabuj boiyor shamne tader shobai ke ek shathe opoman korche, chin feng nijeo vabte parlo na je eto orongkari keu hote pare.
thong thon fan er mukhonimaye ekhon khub kharap obosthay chilo, tar shundor mukh ti raktoveron hoye geche, ta thekei bujha jay je she koto ta ragi.
“zong do shashr...” zong do shashr er pasher ekti shundor chhele halka kore daklo, jeo bujhte parlo je shamner shobai keu shadharon lok noy.
“amar katha dhoro na!” zong do shashr hoyto shob kothar sheshe bujhte pereche, ektu aage chin feng je vabe thappor merechilo, tar matha ekhon o ghurche, she hothat tar pasher chhele ke ekti thappor mere dilo, “thong namer chhele, ami tomake bole dichhi, mone korbe na je tumi amar cheye boro boley amar dada hote parbe, mashi to boleche baire gele shob kichu amar katha moto cholbe!”
thong namer chhele ti chhilo zong do shashr er matulputro vai, prothombarer moto she ma er shathe gu yang shohore eshechilo, shohor ti notun howay ma bolechilo shob kichu zong do shashr er katha moto korte, kintu she konodin o vabte parni je zong do shashr take ekti kukur er moto bebohar korbe, tai tar rakto chere gelo, she gorjon kore uthlo: “zong ming, mone korbe na je barite kichu taka thakle ja ichhe ta kora jay, tomar moto lok ke keu marleo khoti nei!”
je shofay bose khela dekhchilo se etohkhon edward, she chokh tule aschorjo hoye bollo: “eta ke? ami to vabini je eta zong ming er vai hobe!”
jo qiyue oshubidha bodh kore jiggesh korlo: “hua bhai, tumi ki ei chhele ke cheno?”
edward hashi diye kichu bollo na, chin feng er dike takalo, ebong thong namer chhele tar dikeo takalo, shob kichu sposto hoye gelo...
“dhur! thong namer chhele, tomar katha barite giye hishab korbo!” zong ming raag kore gorjon korlo, ebong tar drishti chin feng er dike feriye thanda shore bollo: “ei gu yang shohore, tin boro poribar o amar sathe emon bebohar korar shahosh kore na, zingtian forter forter frotipoti eleo amar babar kach theke shomman pabe, tomra ki vebecho, ei koyekta pokapoka poka diye amake kichu korte parbe?”
bolar shomoy kono uddesho chilo na, kintu shonar shomoy chilo, chin feng zong ming er katha theke onek kichu bujhte parlo, mone hocche zong poribar gu yang shohore ektu frotipoti rekheche, ebong zingtian forter shathe tader ghnishtho shomporko ache.
“ami to vabinani, zong poribar je zingtian forter kukur!” edward er mukhoni o andhokar hoye gelo, zong ming er katha shudhu chin feng bujheni, tin boro poribarer edward, qi zhentian, ebong jo qiyue o shob bujheche.
“beshi kotha bole lav nei, kivabe shomadhan korte chao, bolo!” chin feng halka shore bollo, katar kono bhav chilo na, gu yang shohore zong poribari keu na thakle o, ekhon tader nijer pokkho khub shoktishali.
chin feng er katha shune, zong ming er mukhonimaye kochi pore gelo, chin feng er pichhone thaka dojon lok ke dekhe tar matha thik hoye gelo, she bujhte parlo ekhon tader shathe loraike jete gele tar nijei khotigrosto hobe, kichu khon chinta kore bollo: “jodi purush hou, tahole amar shathe eki shathe lorao!”
eki shathe lorao? kono vul hochhe na toh? shudhu chin feng noy, edward o aschorjo hoye zong ming er dike takalo: e ki more jabar shoktite boseche?
“ami ki raji na?” chin feng anondo niye zong ming er dike takalo, mone hocche tar nijer shoktir upor onek vorosha ache!
chin feng raji noy shune, zong ming niye shwasti peye bose porlo, she vebechilo je she bhoy peyeche, eto shobar shamne keu tar ki ba korbe, she jokhon abar ghorar shobdo korbe, tokhon chin feng er katha abar shunte pelo: “thik ache, eke eke hobe, onekdin sharirik byayam korini, prothome tomake niye ektu gorom hoye ni, tarpor zingtian forter oi burho shial ke khujte jabo!”
chin feng er katha shune zong ming er bhoy hoye gelo, se bujhte parlo je chin feng take bhoy paoni borong take kono gurutvoi deyni.
zong ming onushopto hote chailo, kintu chin feng ki take shujog debe? uttor holo oboshshoi na, zong ming kono kichu korar aagei, chin feng cholte shuru korlo, ebong tar shathe shathe ekti ghorar kothin shokti baire chole elo, zong ming ke bhoye tar poristhan veja hoye gelo.
shingho jokhon shokhor shikar kore, tokhono poripurno shokti diye kore!
chin feng zong ming ke kono shujog dite chayni, she ekti alor moto zong ming er shamne thaka lokder periye elo, matro dui ti shwaser shomoy, she zong ming er golar tipon die dilo.
chulon na hole thik ache, chulole thore r moto!
chin feng er ei druto ghotona shobar mon joy kore nilo, edward o tar byatikrom chilo na!
gola chin feng er hater muthoy chilo, ebong upore tule rakha hoyechilo, zong ming er khub koshto hochhe, shwash nite o shomosha hochhe, tar shundor mukh raktoveron hoye geche.
pasher thong namer chhele tar matulputro ke bipode dekhe, r tar oviman rakhte parlo na, “pot” kore hate bose pore, khoma cheye bollo: “bhai, amar vai ke chere dao!”
shobai kothao vebeni, je ekhoner jube emon lok o thake, ektu aage tar matulputro take thappor merechilo, kintu ekhon tar jonno hate bose poreche, manush er hatu te shonar thake!
chin feng chokh tule takalo, kintu chharar kono ichhe chilo na, she zong ming er gola tiperbar jonno toiri hochhe, tokhon pichhon theke thong chia yi r chotar shobdo shunte pelo.
chin feng er mon kepe utlo, she dhire dhire hat chere dilo, ebong thanda shore bollo: “take mara, amar hater opoman!”
shobai jane na je zong ming er beche thakar karon shudhu thong chia yi r oi chotar shobdo ti.
thong chia yi er karon e, chin feng kothai rakto baoyaite chayni, jodi o baher bagh ke chere dewa hoy!
r ekhon mati te pora zong ming shwash nite parlo na, tar drishti kothin hoye gelo, she ekti dharalo chhuri diye chin feng er pete aaghat korlo!
“chin feng!”
“shikkhok!”
“bhai!”
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shobai chotar shobdo korlo, edward o sofa theke uthe pore, gorjon kore bollo: “zong ming, tumi more jabe!” bole, edward raktoveron chokh niye zong do shashr er dike doure gelo.
shei shomoy e cholchilo, [chin mong] er shob shodoshyo.
bai ling zhi, thong chia yi, ebong jo qiyue tin ti meye raktoveron mathay pora chin feng er dike takiye roilo.
nisshandehe, zong ming er ei chhuri marai porer raktoveron ghotonar karon hoye darae!