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ÚLTIMO VEZ - 3


An old man sitting beside him, gently with his soft fingers wiped his tears. He seemed to be kind and sober. A cute little alleviating smile was lit on his face. Vez’s head was paining but still, he found it comfortable to speak to that man.
The man took Vez to his car to aid him. The hospital was quite far and Vez’s condition wasn’t too intensive, thus he asked Vez about Ultimo. He questioned, “I often observed you and Ultimo walking down the park, how you became friends?” Vez answered but rather in the form of a story. He started “Our ego created a barrier for friendship, Yes! We both were rivals, We never talked to each other, we sought to displace each other, each and every time we wasted no chance. But all lasted till that day” he had a pause and with deep reflection in his eyes, he started again “We both were getting on for a party after matricula. We both went easily but while returning he was down in dumps as left out and me only was left. I jumped in joy cause I had a bike, it was the time to tease him. But he wasn’t having a phone. I felt pity for him and ashamed of my very own nature. It wasn’t safe to leave him so decided to pick him up. And a hitherto to my behaviour, he saw a new Vez who was able to melt his ego. I offered him a ride and he also agreed. This is how we tied a knot of friendship, not for a long run still tight and strong enough.” And he finished, the old man giggled and the car suddenly bumped on a hump right outside the hospital. It was worse as a curse that he got injured twice.


He was taken to the hospital and treated well by the doctors. He called his mom and spoke to her as they were out of station his maid was called off to take care of him. It was the day of discharge that he and Mr Oraculo were having breakfast in the canteen, for that old man turned out to be Mr Oraculo and after washing his hands he found Mr Oraculo missing. He was alerted and scared…

 NOTE**
I am really sorry for being late due to some personal problems. I will manage it henceforth.

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