As soon as Jason brought the spoon near his mouth, he stopped. He was looking at Ash.
“You don’t like it?” Ash asked anxiously.
“What’s that on your neck?” Jason put the bowl aside on the table and moved forward. As soon as Jason lowered the collar of Ash’s shirt, his eyes got wide. As he stared at the black scars that were severely stretched over the skin, he could swear on his life that he have never seen such scars in his entire life. As soon as Jason moved his hand forward and touched the marks, they vanished. Jason rubbed his eyes as he could not believe them.
“Hey, What happened?” Ash asked.
It must be my imagination, but how could it be? I saw it myself. Meanwhile, Jason struggled with his thoughts, Ash stood up.
“You are thinking too much. Just finish that soup and get out of the bed, today will not be a holiday.” Ash said and moved to the kitchen.
As he filled the bowl with the soup that he made himself, he was feeling proud. Finally, Ash could say that he knows cooking. He filled the spoon and drew it near his mouth. The moment the soup met with his tongue, all the soup from his mouth launched itself into the air. It was horrible. Without any pinch of salt, it was the most insipid soup he has ever tasted in his life.
“How did you even taste it?” Ash said with a frowned mouth.
“So you finally ate it? How was it?” Jason laughed sitting in the bed. “See, I can still say that you do not know how to cook.”
“But then why did not you throw it? It was horrible,”
“How could I? You made it for me, for the first time. But promise me one thing, you will never cook again in the future.” Jason said and both laughed looking at each other.
The day was going well for Ash, but he did not know whether the day will stay good or the time had some other plans for him. After having their breakfast, this time made by Jason, they both got ready and picked up their bags on their shoulders.
While moving uphill to reach the Amania market, they both were playing the blame game. “Because of you, we are going to get there ten minutes late.” But soon, the conversation turned to, “It’s not your fault. Because of me, we are going to get there ten minutes late.”
Finally, they reached their destination- the Amania Market. As Ash moved forward making his way in the crowd, he could hear someone shouting.
“Miss Malise is going to fire someone again. No doubt why no one likes to work with her.” Jason said.
“I don’t think so, the voice is of some man,” Ash said, jumping in the crowd to get a glimpse of what was happening there.
“That lady can also turn to man sometimes, did not you know that?” Jason laughed.
Ash knew something was wrong. He struggled to elbow the people out of his way, while Jason walked behind him. As soon as Ash came in front of the crowd, what he could see was something that used to be a stall, but now it had been turned into a debris of burnt wood. The owner of the stall was crying in front of it, holding the half-burnt photograph close to his chest – the only thing that did not turn to ashes.
“We can not handle it anymore! We must raise our voice, together!” A man shouted standing in between the semicircle of the crowd. “We can not let them ruin our lives. Are you with me?” The man yelled at the top of his voice.
Not even a single voice answered to him. The whole place fell silent.
“Today, it was my store, next will be yours. Please!” The owner of the store shouted with his voice cracking, and eyes flooded with tears.
As Ash looked around the crowd, he could see the people controlling their emotions to speak up, repressing their voices to stand against what was wrong. Some eyes were filled with hatred, some filled with disgust, some filled with horror. But all these eyes had something in common- fear.
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