উባষটিতম অধ্যায়: পবিত্র দেবদূত

আsifage eta purono hoto, tabe I-mi-ling moner bhitore raji thakluo nischoy jaane Han Mu-ke ekti dhoroner apradh banabar jonyo ottonto utsyuko hoto, kintu ebar I-mi-ling shudhumatro mukher bhitore laal hoye nispap bhabe matha dole.

Han Mu prothome Yin Mo-xi-r kach theke bidhay nile, ye protidin Nari Dorje-r dwara nerapode ghurte peto, tai Han Mu-r tar nirapotta niye kono bhoy chilo na.

Ta-rpor, Han Mu ebong I-mi-ling shikha bhaban theke beriye elo.

I-mi-ling ekhon tar mobile hathe rekhe screen-er dike manojog diye takiye chhilo, mone hochhilo se ki jano message pathacche.

Han Mu I-mi-ling-er dike ekti chokh fele tar chhotto mathay halka tohor mere bollo, "Bhan-netri, hatar somoy message pathabe na, deyal-e dhakka khabar bhoy thakbe."

I-mi-ling gaal fuliye Han Mu-r dike takalo, mone hochhilo tar e dhoroner apokotha se dosh dhorche, kintu I-mi-ling druto matha niche kore fello, tar chhoto mukhe ekti lojja-r raal aabha fute uthlo, ta-rpor se tar ekti haat bariye Han Mu-r jama-r konay chabuk kore dhore fustifusti kore bollo, "Tumi amake niye cholo..."

I-mi-ling-er komol hat-er kormo dekhe Han Mu-r mone holo tar moner kono ekta kono sporsho peyeche, tar chokheo ekti oporbarto snigdhota foote uthlo.

Dujon ekhon chupchap ek operer samne dariye roilo, ekti apratyaksho shongjog tader majhe roye geche, keu ei sundor nishthabdo-ke noshto korlo na.

Kichu somoy pore Han Mu prothome nishthabdo bhenge fello, se ekti durbuddhi hashi diye I-mi-ling-er mobile-ti kere nilo, ebong nirlojjo bhabe bollo, "Dekhi kar kachhe message pathacche? Ami ekhon I-hao-r bonoi, tumi ar kono chhele-ke khujte parbe na."

I-mi-ling-er chokhe ekti bhoy-r chhaya chhotke gelo, se lojjay pa thukte laglo, raag kore ghumriye bollo, "Papi chor, amar mobile amake ferot dao!"

"Tumi nijer hate chinte fire nao!" Han Mu ullas kore hese uthlo, pa feliye baire dour dite laglo, ar I-mi-ling mukh laal kore tar pichone pichone dourte laglo.

Han Mu-yodi tar puronoborti shokti hariye feleche, tobuo ekti meye-ke pichone phele dewa tar jonyo khub sohoj chhilo, se ghrina kore I-mi-ling-er sathe ekti nirdisto durto boyaj raakhlo, ebong nirlojjo bhabe hashte hashte hat-er mobile-ti narte laglo, bar bar I-mi-ling-er sathe khela korte laglo.

Hoye-to beshi moja korar karone, ulto dike douran Han Mu samner raste kono chhoto kalo chhaya dekhte payni, tar pa khub druto oi kalo chhaya dwara bndhe geche, tar hashi hatath theme gelo, ebong chittakar korte korte matite pore gelo.

Han Mu-r ei pora ebar khub bharapurnoh chilo, duto shomukh danter pray ekta ongsho venge jabar upokrom hoto, se matha hatate hatate raag korte korte uthe dariye gelo.

Han Mu sotti mone korechilo je se kono lokochara rasta chine niyeche, sotti kono jinish ti take fele dilo? Ki kopal!

Han Mu raag kore charpashe takiye dekhlo, tar chokh khub druto pase matite bose thaka ekti manob chhaya-r upor porlo.

Na dekha bhalo hoto, ei dekha-r por Han Mu darun bhabe bhoy peye gelo, se mone mone jib katlo, ei prithibite eto shob chokh aswabhavik manush keno ache? Ar shobai eto sundor bhabe rupaban meye!

Prothome chhilo shobhabik suwarna chokh-er Yin Mo-xi, tarpor bame chokh-er bheer ghono dag thaka Sofina, ar ekhon samne arekta ese geche!

Matite bose thaka meye-ti khub chhoto akriti-r, sundor mukhoboyob ebong shabedhi mukh ta-ke kono rupkatha-r porir moto sundor kore tuleche, kintu Han Mu-r jonyo ascharjo bisoy chhilo je meye-tir bishesh dhoroner biporit chokh chilo!

Meye-tir dan chokh shadharon manush-er moto ghor kalo, ar bam chokh theke ekti otuloniyo sundor lal aabha prokash pachhilo.

Han Mu jane je ei prithibite onek manush-er iris-er aswabhavikota thake, jake janmogoto du chokh-er alada chokh-er rong bola hoy, kintu se kokhono dekheni je kono du chokh-er rong eto sundor hote pare.

Ar kebol matro meye-tir chokh-er rong noy, tar poshak-o chokh-er moto alada chilo.

Ei meye-ti Shicheng Bishwabidyaloy-er uniform poreni, shadharon manush-er moto sadharon poshak-o poreni.

Meye-tir ga-e ekti kalo bishal boro chhaapola thil, tar bhetore ekti horin-er chamra-r Uropiyo uniform chilo, bodlano rangin bhitorer shirt-er ekti ongsho dekha jachhilo, tar sathe oi kalo chourasri skirt, mathay shikhrolo tupi, ar pa-r par-er shikhrolo dainee juta, sob miliye se ekti rupkatha-r jadu-kor-er moto dekhte lagchhilo.

Meye-ti tokhon matite bose chhilo, ek hate ajab shob lekha thaka ekti mota puraton boi dhore chhilo, ar onyo hate kono shilpor naxsha thaka ekti gachher dal niye matite ki sob chobi akchilo.

Han Mu prothome bhoy peye more jabar upokrom hoto, bhabchilo abar Teel-er moto rux-shakti-r porno kono meye-r sathe dekha hoyeche, kintu druto Han Mu bujte parle je byapar ta erokom noy.

Ei chhoy mase, yodi-o Han Mu-r hate rux-pathorer guro chilo na, rux-shakti byabohar korar kono upay chhilo na, kintu se shob rux-er chobi ebong tar ortho mukhostho kore fetechilo!

Ei meye-tir hat-er boi-te yodi-o onek ajab lekha chhilo, ebong matite aka chobi gulo jadumoy mone hochhilo, kintu tate kono Nor-diyo rux chhilo na, kono adbhut shaktio chilo na.

Onyo kichu na hok, puraton boi-er upore lagano unish taka aat poysha-r label theke bujha jay, ei boi ti hoyto kono lobhi babosayi pathok-er jigyasa-r sujog niye "jadu" somporke ekti baniye toiri boi.

Meye-ti matha tule Han Mu-r dike takalo, ekti kothao na bole, abar matha niche kore dilo, hat-er gachher dal niye abar matite adbhut sob naxsha akte laglo.

"Han Mu, amake thamao!" I-mi-ling dur theke raag kore dourate dourate chole elo, kintu se-o druto matite bose thaka ei "jadukari meye-ti-ke" dekhte peye gelo, I-mi-ling ekti khon sthambho hoye giye Han Mu-r dike takalo, phuchfuch kore jigyasa korlo, "Ohe, e ke..."

Han Mu kadh chankiye dilo, jar ortho se-o jane na. Se matite bose porlo, matir chobi-r dike ekbar takalo, tarpor meye-tir dike takalo.

Meye-tir mukhoboyob otivonto manojogpurno chhilo, sundor chokhe nirob jid chilo, se adha aka obosthay mone holo naxsha ti bhule geche, tai se "jadumoy boi" khule ekbar dekhe nilo, tarpor abar manojog diye matite notun kore akte laglo.

Oi manojogpurno, kintu aasha-r poripurno mukhoboyob dekhe, ei meye-ti ekti shilpi-r moto mone hochhilo ye tar shilpo akche.

"Chhoto meye, tumi ki korcho?" Han Mu nirupay hoye jigyasa korlo, yodi ei meye-ti Nor-diyo rux akto, tobe Han Mu nishchoy badha dito na, kintu se sompurno bhabe kono mane nei emon kaaj korche.

Meye-ti matha tule takalo, kalo-lal du chokhe aswabhavik manojogpurno bhab prokash peló, se laal mukhe fustifusti kore bollo, "A... ahwan feresta..."

"Aha??..." Han Mu shapath korte pare, se chhoto theke eto lojja kokhono payni.

Yodi bola jay meye-tir matha kharap, tobe se eto manojog diye akchilo je take opoman korar sahosh holo na.

Kintu yodi prosongsha korte hoy, tobe se bolche je se feresta ahwan korche, yodi-o tar boyos khub beshi noy, kintu e gulo to aro chhoto bachhader kolpona korar moto byapar.

Han Mu ottonto asshantir sathe matha khajlate laglo, se bujhlo je tar ki bhabe katha shuru kora uchit, kichu khon tarpor Han Mu lojjay porlo, bollo, "Chhoto meye, tumi ye feresta-r kotha bolcho ta ki haspatal-er sada poshak pora nurse? Tumi ki osustho? Dada tomake haspatale niye jabe."

Meye-ti lipstick lagono nicher thot kamre dhorlo, se laal mukhe bar bar matha dolte laglo, fustifusti kore bollo, "Na... na..."

"Aha? Tobe ki mathay alo-r chakro, pichone sada pakha thaka feresta?" Han Mu ottonto asshantir charam shimar pouche geche, ei meye-ti ki kono adbhut anime ba rupkatha beshi dekhe feleche?

Meye-tir shobhab khub lojjashil chhilo, kothay kothay laal hoye jeto, tar mukher laal aabha gola ebong chhoto kaan porjonto choliye geche, dekhte mone hochhilo ekta paka aappol-er moto.

Meye-ti chhoto hate bar bar boi ulte laglo, kono ekta pata-r kachhe giye, boi-ti Han Mu-r samne tule dhorlo, matha niche kore, lojjay ebong manojog-er sathe bollo, "Feresta... boi-te lekha ache, yodi debota-der ashirbad kora gachher dal diye, matite jadu kshon aka jay, tobe feresta ahwan kora jay..."

Han Mu chokh ulte dilo, meye-tir ei shishu-shulobh kolpona-r katha gulo ke kono gurutto dilo na, se matha dole bollo, "Chhoto meye, ei prithibite kono feresta nei, ta onnora kolpona kore baniyeche matro."

"Na... ache... oboshshoy ache..." Hatath kore, meye-tir chokh jole bhore gelo, se mathar dainee tupi-ti onek niche tene nilo, pray chhoto mukh dhore fello, se kante kante karun bhabe kande, "Ei prithibite nischoy feresta ache... kebol ami sothik kshon khuje paini... ha, hoyto gachher dal-gulo pobitro jole dubiye nile, feresta chole ashte pare..."

Meye-ti mati theke uthe dariye gelo, chhaapola-r bahu diye chokher jol muche, pichon fire na takiye bishwabidyaloy-er baire dourate laglo.

"Ohe ohe ohe..." Han Mu meye-tir uddeshe daklo, se pichone dourate chachhilo kintu kono karon khuje pelo na, ki se tar pichone giye tar sathe "feresta ahwan" korbe? Han Mu eto shishu-shulobh o apomanjonok kaaj korar moto lojja chhere dite parbe na.

"Han Mu, ei meye-ti-ke dekhle chaturto-ponchosh bochor boyoshi mone hochhilo, kintu tar matha jure shob adbhut chinta keno... kono buddhi-r truti ache naki?" I-mi-ling meye-tir aka "jadu kshon"-er dike ekbar takalo, chinta kore jigyasa korlo.

Han Mu I-mi-ling-er chhoto mathay tohor mere nirupay bhabe bollo, "Buddhi-r truti thakle, eto jotil adbhut naxsha gulo ki bhabe nakol korte parto? Hoyto rupkatha beshi dekhe feche, chhoto bachha to, kichu adbhut chinta thaka swabhavik, ta-ke tar moto thakte dao."

"Kintu... amar mone hoy ei meye-ti swabhavik noy..."