Chasing The Greedy Interpreter. I never kid.

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Reporting to - my most trusted diary. I don't know what to do. Help me.

Yr.. kaha fas gaya me[Man.. what have I gotten myself into]? I'm confused.

The same day, evening time. I'm going to visit the interpreter despite of all the creepy things he said.

She wouldn't ask more than 0.2 million bucks, right? No worries.

Thanks to that Ahmed guy, he reserved a rickshaw for me. To the interpreter's groove.

A taxi doesn't visits to that area, where she lives. It's at the very countryside - that's why. — She also loves nature?! Do we share similar perspectives?

I'd be more than happy if I'm assuming accurately! Wish me luck, Yr!

Evergreen nature... is everywhere, as the rickshaw driver goes on.

There are white and blue Lily in the pond water - with Swan playing - Duck too. I adore this sight. I love how a male swan takes care of its children.

This sight of countryside... makes me remember of my childhood. Ammi.. I miss her already.

I remember, Ammi used to run behind me, to feed me Khichdi.. while I was busy playing with the nature.

After dad fixed singing as my profession- my hobby, I lost contact with nature... happiness.

Orhan Gazi

I couldn't realize when I reached my destination while recalling my past. Bidding the rickshaw driver farewell, I pressed the calling bell.

I took a deep breath beforehand.

Samira Shah

"ভেতরে আসুন, ভাইয়া। [Come inside, Brother.]"

When a very young, cute girl (Around the age of 12) opened the door with a smile, I was lead to an almost-elegant looking drawing room.

I didn't understand anything apart from "Bhaiya". Well-

I couldn't understand who she is to my interpreter. She doesn't look like a maid though... Sister?

Bangladeshi girls also wear Salwar-Kamiz. Our culture almost matches - seemingly? She had tied a ponytail.

She signed me to seat on the couch after giving me an assuring smile, confirming - "I'm going to call her."

`A teenage girl.. Couldn't she speak English at least?`

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Rahisa Ahir Shah

"Did I make you wait, Mr. -?"

I didn't have to wait longer before she arrived, with a brilliant welcoming smile. She sits before me, on the couch of other side.

Orhan Gazi

"Not really - Orhan. I wanted you as my interpreter."

I was going to fix my hair - just then, she arrived.

As much I can remember, Ahmed Choudhury did told her about me on the phone. Did she already forgot?

Wait - She's dressed in western style. Not like Pakistanis'. I'd mistook her as an English from her accent - as well as her looks. If I hadn't known.

Rahisa Ahir Shah

"Stop starring at me, Orhan."

She had a smirk on her thin lips - with calmness.

Orhan Gazi

"Sorry- Rahisa, let's proceed."

Got caught red-handed. Unbelievable!

Rahisa Ahir Shah

"It's about my fees?"

Orhan Gazi

"Yes. I heard you are greedy- I mean - are expensive."

Rahisa Ahir Shah

"Is that so?"

She looked down, her eyes met the crystal clean floor with some hidden meaning. Um- Did I hurt her feelings?

Orhan Gazi

"I'm sorry if I have unknowingly offended you in some way- I shouldn't have judge before knowing you––"

I said all this in one breath before she stops me by her sudden soft laugh. `Why is she laughing?`

Trying hard to stop, she finally decided to speak calmly—

Rahisa Ahir Shah

"You heard it right. I'm greedy. I love money."

Huh-

Rahisa Ahir Shah

"About my fees__ Drink the water first."

Confused, I gulp an entire glass of water and keep it back to the table before us.

Rahisa Ahir Shah

"Give me 1 million bucks, and I'll be your interpreter for two months. Simple."

Orhan Gazi

"One million bucks– two months? Are you freaking kidding me?!"

She must be kidding- It can't be this much!

Rahisa Ahir Shah

"I never kid, Mr. Orhan. Accept my offer, or leave."

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To be continued.