আমার কাকীমার কাহিনী - অধ্যায় ৮

10-12 din kete gelo. Aei 10-12 dine Poltur khub jomeche Kakir sathe. Jokhon ichhe kore, chole aase.. joto khon thakar ichhe kore, thake. Kakir sathe khub kotha hoye. Khub haasi mojak , yearki thatta…. Kakir sobhabe o onek tofaat eseche. Aage khub ekta kotha bola pochhondo korten na kintu ekhon jeno kotha bolte parlei bache. Poltu aasche sunlei khub khushi hon. Onek baar emon o dekhlam je Poltur sathe kaki samna samni bosey kotha bolche aar onar saree r aanchol ta nijer nirdishtho jayega theke ektu sore poreche. Cleavage dekha jachhe na tobe daan diker dudur oporer ansho ta saamne dekha jache. Oye scene tao kom erotic hoto na. Eto ta to tao mene newa jeto kintu onek somoye etao dekhlam je kakir puro aanchol tai daan dik theke ekebare shore baan dike chole eseche. Puro aanchol tai je maati te pore jaye ni setai rokkhe..; kintu …. Joto ta je vabe shore jeto ; ota kom chilo ki?? Ek din sokaale ami aar Poltu Chaa dokaane e chaa-cigarette khachhi, Ami – “ haa re poltu.. koto ta egolo tor aar kakir affair ?” Poltu – “bes aegiyeche bhai…. Onek onek frank ekhon amra.. maane ekbare close friends bolte parish..” Ami – “Ooooo… ta, bepaar ta aaro aage kobe jabe?” Poltu – “aarey daara…. Ekhon to sobe close friends… bf-gf hote de.” Ami (haste haste) – “Ore saaalaa…. Tui korchis ta ki be.?” Poltu – “Dekhte jaa…. Ki ki hoye…?” Ami – “Amake bhule jaas na jeno..” Poltu – “arey na na…. ami ki toke bhulte pari… No….NEVER..!!” Never shobd te ektu jor diye bollo Poltu. Bill diye ami aar Poltu bari firchi. … Poltu – “ achha shon…ami toke kichu dekhate chayi…” Ami – “ki??” Poltu – “hmmm…. Bolle hobe na… ek kaaj kor… 11:00 dike free aachis to?” Ami – “ha.” Poltu – “ami call korbo… phone er kachei thakis..” Bari dhuke ami soja nijre room e dhookhlam… kaki snan korte jachilo… ami nijer room giye chotpot kapor chhere bathroom e dhuklam aar 10 minute hote hote snan kore beriye elam. Fresh kapor jama pore breakfast kore niye nijer room ese 1 boye khule boslam. Poraye mon chilo na… Mon ta chilo phone er dike. Besi opekkha korte holo na. Phone bajlo…! Kaki –“Sontuu…ektu dekh to ke phone koreche… ami bathroom e ekhon..” Ami giye call receive korlam.. Poltu chilo.. Ami – “Hello..” Poltu – “Hello …ke .. sontu ?? bhai ami poltu bolchi… kaki Aachen bari te?” Ami – “Haa…aachen…” Poltu –“ aar??” Ami –“Aar ami…..keno…ki holo?” Poltu – “kichu na be… ami aaschi tor bari te… kaki ke kichu bolish na… ok …” Ami – “haa …ok” Nijer room e ese boslam. 15 minute por Poltu elo. Ese esei kaki ke khujte laglo. Ami bollam je kaki ekhon snan korche. Sune Poltu khushi aar nishchinto holo. Poltu – “tui ek jayegaye lukiye thakis… prothome kichu khon to nijer room ei thakis.. ami kaki ke bolbo je amar computer niye kichu kaaj chilo bole sontur kache esechi.” Ami – “Ok.” Ami nijer room er dorja ta halka bhijiye dilam… poltu amaa sathei chilo. Kaki snan kore berolo. Kichu khon poojo path korlo. Tarpor baire hall e ese jore jigges korlo, “haa re sontu… breakfast korli?” Ami (nijer roomer dorjar pechon theke dariye dariyei) – “haa ..” Kaki – “doodh kheli?” Ami – “tumi dao ni..” Kaki – “ She ki??!!... oho…. Amari bhul hoye geche… dite bhule gechilam. Dara , gorom kore aanchi.” Poltu – “aar ko din gorur doodh kha… tarpor kakir doodh!!” aeita bole niye khi khi kore haste laglo. Ami dorja ta ektu khule baire beralam. Paa tipe tipe kitchen porjonto gelam. Uki mere dekhlam je kaki doodh chapiye diyeche. Chul aachraye ni… just ekta hair clip diye chul gulo aatke rekheche… aaj ker blouse ta to onno diner che aaro deep back cut.. sleeve to diner por din choto hoye jache. Pith ta ekhono bheja.. kandher pechon diktao bhije geche. Aaj flower - printed pink mixed white saree poreche kaki. Sada ronger bra porechen ; otao bojha jachhe.! Ami nijer room e return holam aar poltu ke sob bollam. Poltu to khushi te paagol. Poltu – “ae bar chup chap kono shobdo aawaaz na kore amar pechone aaye… ami kitchen e dhukbo aar tui kono safe jayega dekhe lukiye jass aar scene dekhte thakis.. Ami – “Ok” Poltu aste aste kitchen dhuklo , kakir pechone ese daralo aar khop kore kakir komor ta dhore , “haaaauuu” kore aawaaz korlo. Kaki bhoye chomke uthlo aar taratari pechone fire takalo. Poltu ke dekhe khubi aaschorjo holen. Kaki –“aarey poltu…tui ekhane?” Poltu (kakir komore haat dhore rakhar obostaye bollo) – “haa go..ami” Kaki – “arey ki hoche ki… sontu ghorei aache…” Poltu – “thik aache…tate ki?” Kaki – “o je kono muhurte chole aaste pare?” Poltu – “na aashbe na… computer er ek problem solve korche… computer chere o aastei pare na.” Kaki –“ tobuo…sabdhaan thaka to uchit.” Poltu- “hmmmmm..” bole nijer naak rograte laglo kakir pith e. Kakir “uuuummmmm” kore ekta chapa golae aawaaz berolo. Poltu haat badhiye gas ta off kore dilo. Aar aanchol er bhetor theke kakir pet e haat bulate laglo. Sathe nabhi ta niye o khela korte laglo.. Kaki ek haat saamner deyaale rakhlo aar onno haat ta pechone kore Poltur mathae rakhlo. Poltu ekhon kakir doodh er moto porishkaar pith e chumu khachilo aar moddhe moddhe naak diye kakir pither gondho ta lomba lomba nisaas nichilo… kichu khon aei vabe korar por poltu kakir daan kaandh theke blouse ta khanik ta namalo aar bra er opor theke pither chumu khawa shuru korlo. Kakir nihsaas ta aaste aaste bhari hoye choleche. Poltu ebar baan kandh thekeo blouse ektu niche namalo. Emni kortei kakir aanchol ta niche pore gelo. Kintu kakir seta hosh chilo na. Uni to jeno Poltur aei khela te ekebare nije ke bhulei gechilen. Poltu dui kaandh theke kakir blouse ta namiye bra strap gulo o kaandh theke ektu namalo… ekhon bolte gele kakir 70% pith ta poltur samne hajir. Poltu ek paa pechone sorlo aar chokhe atripto basona niye kakir pither dike cheye thaklo. Tarpor aar thakte na pere laafiye kaki ke dhorlo aar puro pith e paagol er moto chumu khawa shuru korlo… theme theme pith e jeebh o lagiye dicchilo. Kaki chokh bondo kor sudu “uuuuu” aar “aaaaaaahhh” korchilo. Poltu kakir dudu gulo nijer dui haater aanguler halka chaap diye opore othato aar chere ditto … chharle je vaabe doodh gulo “dhhaappp” kore niche namto ; seta to sobche besi erotic chilo.. aar lagar kothao chilo. Doodher moto forsa mai gulo aar blouse theke 3 inch beriye aasa dudher khaaj….!! Pooro jayegaa ta jeno gorom hoye gechilo.. Praye 10 minute aei vabe cholte cholte hotat kakir kichu mone porlo… Uni taratari nije ke samlalen aar halka dhakka diye Poltu ke pechone soralen. Blouse, bra aar aanchol ta thik korlo aar aaste kore Poltu ke kichu bollo. Poltu o aaste kichu bollo… Kaki mone hochilo kichu maana korche kintu poltu maante raaji noye. Seshe kaki ke ‘haa’ kortei holo. Poltu fire aaste laglo.. ami taratari nijer room giye boselam. Poltu amar room dhuke haasi mukhe bollo, “tobe ustaad… ki dekhli…Kemon laglo?” Ami – “solid bhai… bepok… ustaad to tui hochis,…. kaki ke kemon kore potali bhai..?” Poltu – “trick brother …trick… tokeo sekhabo…” Ami – “Ok… kintu tui ja korli tar che aage baar li na keno..?” Poltu – “patience rakhte sekh brother; sob jinis er ekta time aache… ekhon kar moto eto tai thik aache …” Ami aar kotha badhalam na…..tobe jeno ekta khotka lagchilo.. Poltu ke kichu bolte jabo tokhoni kaki doodh niye ese hajir. Kaki ke bhalo kore dekhlam. Bes valo vabe saree ta pore rekhche. Aar dekhte bhari mishti lagcchilo. Amake doodh diye ekta smile dilo aar poltur dike takalo. Ami aar chokhe poltur dike takalaam. Poltu chokh diye kichu ishara korlo kaki ke. Kaki chupchap pechone ghure room theke chole gelo. Ami doodh khete khete poltur sathe kotha bolchilam. Kintu ekta jinis notice korlam. Seta holo ki Poltu amar sathe kotha bolchilo thik i … tobe mon ta jeno onno kothao chhute berache. Onek khon kotha bolar por Poltu amar kach theke bidaaye nilo aar room theke beriye gelo. Jete jete room er dorja ta bhijiye diye gelo. Baire hall theke kakir aar Poltur aawaaz sunte pachilam .. Poltu – “kaki… ebar aasi..” Kaki – “haa… abar aasbe kemon” Poltu – “ami to astei thaki ; Kaki..” Kaki –“haa ta obosso thik bolechis.” Erpor dorja laganor aawaaz pelam. Ami janlar kache giye daralam. Dekhchilam poltu gelo ki naa,,,… kintu onek khon hoye gelo poltu berolo na. Amar sondeho holo. Ami nijer room er dorja ta khule paa tipe tipe aaste kore berolam … kitchen gelam ..okhane keo nei. Onno teente room e dekhlam ; sekhaneo keo chilo na… ami obak ..!! kaki kothaye gelo. Vablam ek baar hall / drawing room e dekhe aasi. Aaste aaste gelam. Deyaal er paas theke uki mere dekhlam… aar ekta surprise amar opekkhaye chilo. Poltu ekhono ekhanei aache ; tao abar kakir sathe?!! Du jonei khubi aaste aaste kotha bolchilo. Poltu to abar kotha bolte bolte kakir thonte chumu dicchilo. Ami ebar kaki ke bhalo kore lokkho korlam. Kaki kichui korchilo na. Sudu dariye chilo. Kintu ektu weird laglo. Onar ek haat to dekha jachilo ; jeta nijer komor e rekheche, kintu onno haat ta nicher dike khub jore norchilo. Mone holo jeno kaki kichu khulte chaiyeche kinba kono jinis opor niche korche…?! Arey basss…..! Haa… thik to….haat ta opor niche korche.. hey bhogoban …!! Kaki poltu ke hand job dichhe..!! Amake nijer chokhe biswas holo na… just can’t believe… kichu diner bondhutto eto tai ghonishto hoye gelo je aaj ek bibahito mohilar barite okei diye naki handjob korache…!! Oder saamne Dining table tar jonno oder ke thik moto dekhte parchilam na… tobe Poltur t shirt ta pet er opor gutiye rakha aar majhe majhe chokh bondo hoye jawa aar kakir haat ta ek special vabe nora ; sob kichu sposhto amaye bujhiye dichhilo. Poltur aar kakir somporko ta ek notun roop nite choleche taate amar bindu matro aapotti nei …. Apotti ta ete ki Poltu amake aei sombondhe amake kichu bollo na keno..?? Oi jore jore kotha bola, dorja lagano…. Sob kemon jeno ekta rohossyo aar suspicious situation gore tuleche.. Khanik baade Poltu aaste kore ‘aaaaahhhh’ korlo aar matha ta opore uthiye chokh bondo kore nilo. Kaki niche takachilo aar mukkhe lojja vaab niye smile korchilo. Paas theke ekta kapor niye ektu jhuke kichu porishkar korlo ; aar tarpor nijer haat muchte laglo.. Poltu mone holo chain lagalo.. Ekta boro moto smile kore dorjar dike egolo aar Kakir thonte ekta aalto kore chumu diye bye bole chole gelo. Ekhon aamar mathaye sobche boro proshno etai chilo je ; koyek ta bepaar amar kach theke lukiye, ‘Poltu ki amake double cross korche?? Dhokha dichhe..!!!??’ . . . (to be continued……) ***************************