The Unlucky Rose!

That was a rainy day. The roads of Dhaka city were submerged due to rain. His sadness seemed to float like a black shadow in the sky as he walked down the street. He is a teenager. He lived alone in an apartment in the city. He worked in a private firm; the salary was low. Due to which the cost of his stay would have been higher.

It was about ten o'clock at night. He was walking very fast that night. Because there was a lot of rain outside, he took refuge in a tea shop on the side of the road due to the rain. As soon as he entered, the shop was closed. He asked if I could get a cigarette. Of course, but now is the time for me to shut down; com next day, the shopkeeper replied.

I don't need anything more. Just a cigarette. It has been raining outside since morning. Due to this most of the shops in the vicinity are closed. Due to the constant rain, the store needed to close.

Involuntarily, the man reopened the store and offered him a cigarette. He took a cigarette and looked for a lighter in his pocket. The shopkeeper was leaving, he said. Do you have a lighter? The shopkeeper was quite annoyed with him. You asked me for a cigarette, but you didn't have a lighter. It's weird!

The shopkeeper annoyedly gave him the lighter. The rain began to fall harder. He said the rain might be prolonged today. We can wait here for a while. Do you think that Mr. the name is not known?

He looked at him in a dissatisfied manner. "I am opu." Opu sat inside the shop and replied. They both sat on the same bench. It was raining heavily outside. The whole city seemed to be in the rain. In such a situation, the smoke of cigarettes fell on the environment.

He asked Opu, can I hang my shirt somewhere? It is entirely wet. Opu pointed to a hanger behind the door. It was about midnight. Lying on the bench, he began to sleep. opu, who was next to him, was getting very upset. Because at an inopportune time, he was the burden of the night for the man beside him.

Anyway, the night passed like this. It rained all night. Opu was awake all night, but he slept well at night. Get up, young man; it's morning. It's time for you to leave. Opu stabbed him with a stick. He got up and looked outside in a lazy manner. What time is it now? Opu said at seven in the morning. He got up, took off his hanging shirt. It was Sunday, just in time for him to get back to work.

Opu opened the door for him to leave. When he tried to leave, a hoarse voice stopped him, "I have to go with the money." Did he ask Opu with a smile, what money?

A cigarette here costs five taka.

What! But the actual price of this cigarette is three taka.

Mister, you spent the whole night in my shop. You probably know time is of the essence. I also had to stay in the store all night for you.

I understand, but one night costs two taka. Isn't that pretty weird?

He was in a hurry for his work. But this time Opu was arguing for his money. Apu argued for a while and finally agreed to take 3tk. He also agreed to pay him. He reached into his pocket for the money but couldn't find anything. He looked at Apu and told him that his pocket was empty. Opu said to him when you have nothing in your pocket, how can you ask for help from someone else?

He looked at Opu, intending to apologize. But Opu started insulting him. Finally, he concluded that at this moment I must go to my work. When I get back in the evening, I'll give you your money. Calm down now! Opu looked at him with angry eyes. He somehow managed to get out of there and reach his apartment.

It is about ten o'clock in the morning. His house was miserable. But he dressed and left the house. There was nothing for breakfast and no money. He arrived at his office just in time. There he was rewarded for his good deeds. There, as a reward, his manager gave him a rose. The manager said, "I gave you this rose as your salary for the next month."

This is no ordinary rose. This is a magical rose. Blessed with whatever you want.‌ It will make you rich as you wish. I think you should be happy with this rose. I hope you take it with you wherever you go. The manager added that this rose would give you wealth wherever you go.

He finished his work and left the office in the evening. He was delighted. Because he has been rewarded for his work, he thought the next month would be a lot easier. Then, as he was walking down the aisle to his apartment, a voice interrupted him. It was Opu.

He looked around. Opu's angry face reminded him of last night. Before he could say anything, Opu began to speak. I want my money. You promised to give me my money in the evening. Can I get it now?

Opu's sudden arrival, he became speechless. At that time, he could not think about what to do.He now has only that precious rose. Opu started criticizing him in front of everyone around him. He inadvertently pulled out the rose and said, "All I have is this rose."

If you want to accept it, I would be happy. This is no ordinary rose; this is a magical rose. Opu looked at him and smiled after hearing all this. He pointed out, "How can a rose make a man rich?" Since there was no other way, Opu accepted the rose. "It's not just a rose," he said. This is one month of my life.

I am giving you one month of happiness in my life. He walked towards his apartment with a broken heart. Opu looked at the rose and began to think. How can a rose make him rich? Opu said it's all my fault. I shouldn't have been so polite to him yesterday. He just made a fool of me.

Opu thought like this, who threw the rose in the street in front of the shop. As soon as the rose touched the street priest, it started raining again like yesterday.