অধ্যায় ১৩৬: গ্রীষ্মের আতশবাজি (৫)
“আবhaavaiyee bhalo, kaoru senpai-er sathe shondhyar batashe hata, mone hoy mela ghorar cheyeo onek beshi moja.”
Hojo Makoto Kiyori Kaorur komal haat dhore uthechilo mela-r bairer dhalu jaigai, ekhane onek porjok thakleo jaiga bishal howai kolahol chilo na.
“Tumi emon kotha bolar por amar hothat mone hocche tomar sathe ekhane asa totota o birokhtikor chilo na.”
Kaoru akasher tarar dike takiye, monmoha chokhe alosh vabe bollo, “Ajker raater Orion-o ki shundor jolchhe.”
“Senpai, apnar ki Orion etoi pochondo?”
Hojo Makoto niruttor vabe bollo.
“Tumi ki Orion-er protik jano?”
Kaorur tar dike ekta drishti felle, Hojo Makoto hath bariye bollo, “Ami toh eto gobeshona korini, kintu apni jehethu bar bar e kotha bolen, tai amar bhalo laga narir pochondo somporke jante ichcha hoy.”
“Tomar bhrom dur korar age amar ekta kotha bola dorkar, amar Orion pochondo noy.”
Kaoru udasheen vabe bollo, “Greeker pouranik kahini onujayi, shikarer debi Artemiske Apollo probodhito kore, nijer pochhonder sagorputra Orionke tir mere hottya kore. Ei dorun Zeuser mon-o khed e vore uthechilo, tini Orion-er moru deh take akashe tule diye Orion nakshottre rupantor korren, tai Orion-er modhye premer khed ba nirasar ekta orto nihiyito ache.”
“Ehe……”
Hojo Makoto mukh khule kono kotha bolte parlo na, tini muhurte bujhe gelen Kaoru keno take eta bolechhe, shobdhane bollo, “Ami jodi senpai apnake nirash kori, apnio ki amake tir mere hottya korben, tarpor Orion-er dike pathiye deben?”
“Ami shob somoy ei kothai bujhate cheyechi.” Kaoru jeno obak hoye Makotor dike takalo, “Ke janto tomar emon sadharon gyankhhan-o nei ebong tumi kotha ta bujhte paroni.”
“Sadharon gyan”
Hojo Makoto erokom kothar protibad korte chaylo, kintu take manite hobe je tar bhoy korchhe, se jodi ekhoni bole fele je se onno nari r sathe somporko rekheche, tobe ki agami kal se shurjer kachakachi giye tarpor soja Orion-er dike chole jabe na?
“Bhoy peyecho?”
Kaoru Makotor hothat stiff hoye jawa haat onuvob kore, halke hese, voral konthe bollo, “Tai tumi jodi emon kichu koro ja amake kosto dey, tobe oboshsyei jeno seta amar chokhe na pore.”
Hojo Makotor chokhe prothome dushchintar chhap futhe uthlo, kintu tarpor abr shanto hoye hese bollo, “Ami ki kore senpai apnake kosto dite pari.”
“Tai jeno hoy.”
Kaoru mukhe birokti prokash korlo.
“Atoshbaji shuru hote choleche……”
Makoto kotha bolar sujog pawar agei mela-r vitor theke ghoshona shonagelo, ebong take golar kachhe asa kotha gulo giye gilte holo.
“Atoshbaji shuru te ashole kono birog bahin roger mukti petei porishti kora hoy, tumi ki iccha korte chao?”
Kaoru hothat jiggesh korlo.
“Ki iccha kora jay?” Makoto thotete haat diye bollo, “Tobe ami chai Kaoru senpai jeno amake shob somoy bhalobashen.”
“Er kono dorkar nei.”
Kaoru birokti niye bollo.
“Keno?”
Makoto obujh hye jiggesh korlo, tarpor abr bujhe niye, chokh tike bollo, “Senpai apnar ki mane holo amar iccha ekhoni puron hoye geche?”
“Jeta iccha tomar mone hoy.”
Kaoru mukh tulti.
“Ashche.”
Makoto hothat Kaorur haat chapte dhore, apolok chokhe uporer dike takalo, prothom ekta lal aabha dhari alor dhara upore uthe gelo.
Bhom!
Alor rekha akashe chhoriye fule porinoto hoye miliye gelo, khonstai alor ujjalya obishwasho sundor, tarpor eka shathe ekaadhik alor dhara fute uthlo.
“Kaoru senpai.”
Makoto mugdho chokhe fute otha alor dhara gulo dekhlo, alor alton bhaloi chokhe shanti dichhe, tapatap shobdo thamar kono nam nei.
“Hmm?”
Kaoruo chokh bhenge samner oi shobdo dekhlo.
“Amar ekta guruttopurno kotha bolar ache ekhoni.”
Makoto r konthe kapuni chilo, kintu se pichhie gelo na, porishkar konthe bollo, “Hote pare amar kotha gulo poristhiter sathe milche na, kintu ami ar apnake mithye bolte parbi na, apnar je rokom iccha amake shasti dite paren.”
Se ektu themo chokh bondho kore bollo, “Ami apnar ajante kotokguli din dhori Tsubaki r satheo somporko rakhi.”
Makoto kotha gulo bolar por, ektu obok hobar moto dekha gelo senpai-er haat tar hate kono aschorjo bikhyat sristi korlo na, jeno se kichui shoneni.
‘Atoshbaji r shobdo eto beshi chilo je se ki shoneni ami ki bolechi?’
Makoto ektu obak hoye gelo, Kaorur dike takate tar shahos holo na, hote pare se shuneche kintu eto krodh hoyeche je ki korbe bujhte parche na?
Se tokhon shob shahos shesh kore felechhe, take abar kotha gulo bolte bolle, mone hocche na se r bolte parbe.
Mogno alor alo diye kalo ratke pray dosh minute dhore aalokito kore rakhe, ei somoy Makotor protiti muhurto bochorer moto mone hocchilo, senpai-er kono kotha na bolar karone se ashosto hoye porchilo.
“Ki shundor!”
Shesh alor alo nibhe jawar por, Kaoru halke niroti prokash korle, tarpor swabhavik vabe Makotor dike takalo.
“Tumi amake ki bolle? Atoshbaji r shobdo eto beshi chilo je ami kichui shonni.”
Makotor buker bhitorer bhoy keme gelo, se bujhte parchilo na krito hobe naki dukhi hobe, ki abar nijer mukhe shob bolbe?
Se bhalo moto janto ekbar shahos kome gele tarpor r kora jabe na, ekhoni jodi pichhie jay tobe r konodin ei podokshep fela jabe na.
Tai Makoto drirho chokhe abar kotha shuru korlo: “Amar kotha holo ami onnyo……”
“Tumi ki tokhon kono iccha korchile? Amake bolar dorkar nei, bolle r seta puron hoy na.”
Kaoru hothat haat bariye tar kotha kete dilo.
“Na……”
Makoto ekebareni niroti hoye gelo, udasheen Kaorur dike takiye, tar hothat ektukhani alada onuvuti holo.
‘Ami prothombar jokhon bolechilam tokhon amar gola khub ekta kom chilo na, shonar kotha! Keno Kaoru senpai amake Tsubaki somporke kotha bolte badha dichhe?’
Makoto hothat oi raater kotha mone korlo jokhon Oiwatari Arasaki torongo felechhilo, oi din senpai je shomoye message pathiyechilo ta samne anar ager shomoy r theke odha ghonta deri chilo, se ekhono bujhte parlo na keno emon ghotona ghotlo.
Se tokhon hotel-er ghorei chilo baire jayni, tar karone kono butterfly effect howar kotha na, ei dharona onujayi shomossha ta Kaoru senpai r nijer upor e.
Emon vabe bhable ki matro ekti somvabona thake?
“Tumi ki ovibhabe aacho?”
Kaoru haat tule tar naak tipe dilo.
“Ami bhabchilam ekhoni senpai apnake biye korte chaile ki hoto.”
Makoto halke sure bollo.
“Hote pare ami bindumatro na vebei firiye ditam.”
Kaoru mukhe birokti prokash korlo.
“Ami shibirer prothom din thekei bhul ekti siddhanto niyechilm.”
Makoto haat tule Kaorur bairer batashe o-shobdhon chulgulo soriye dilo, komal chokhe tar dike takiye, ekta niroti fele bollo, “Senpai apnar ki mone hoy ami khubi obujh? Abong amar shob abdar apni mene non.”
“Tumi majhe majhei amake beshi chintay fele dao.”
Kaoru swabhavik mukhe bollo.
“Ami khub dukhito.”
Makoto tar haat dhore nijer mukhe niye rakhe, apolok chokhe tar chokhe chokh rekhe, mon theke bollo, “Ajke ratre apnake anondi korte parini, tarpor ulto palta kotha bolechi, apni ki amake khoma kore deben?”
Kaoru tar gaal tiepo dite laglo, mukher kone ektu hasi fute uthlo, “Tomar kachhe ekhoni sujog ache amake khushi korar.”
Makoto tar kotha bujhe gelo, niche takiye tar komorer sashurir dike drishti felle, shukno konthe bollo, “Amar aponake apnar kimono thik kore porate parbo ei bishwash ache.”
Kaoru tar haat dhore kachakacher kalo lamba gari r dike nite laglo, shada komal kane laal abha fute uthechilo, udasheen vabe bollo, “Tomar jodi pore amake nije nije ghorar apona porate hoy tobe ami tomai chharbo na.”