The Last Ride of John

I learned this morning that John had died in a car accident while returning home form work the previous day. I had not spoken to John much, but I remembered him because of his innocent appearance. This bad news shook my heart.

"The deceased needs to go home. So cancel the meeting for the evening." I informed my secretary. I thought the entire office was shrouded in a gloomy look.

"Madam, I have some bad news." Michell, who had come to me in the meantime, said.

"Why, Michell, is there another problem?" I asked in a worried voice.

"As usual, John's life seems to have come to an end." I was shocked when Michell said that.

"What was the problem with this young man? Is it a girl's problem?" I asked. When a young man dies, the first thing that comes to mind is that he might have broken up with someone.

"It can't be love, madam. John didn't have time to date a girl, let alone look at one." Michell said.

"How can you say that this could be a suicide?" I asked again.

"It can't be proven, madam. John recently told Russell, who works with him, that when he rides his bike, he feels like closing his eyes and hitting a bus with the bike."

"What are you saying now, Michell?" I asked in shock.

"Madam Russell told me this morning too."

"Why didn't Russell tell me this earlier? Then we could have had a look, right? What was the problem with this kid that made him do such a thing?" I asked.

'' Madma, don't worry, We can not say for sure whether it was a suicide or and accident''The other thing is that Russell is really upset. He didn't take it seriously at the time. But he said let's go to the council. Then John said he doesn't have money to go to the council, let alone fuel the bike."

"What... no one in this office gets low wages. We pay the best we can. How can that happen?" I asked, confused.

Michell tried to calm me down.

"Okay, tell me exactly what happened?"

"Madam, as far as we know, John is the one who looks after all the expenses of John's house. His father has also left him. John recently told Russell that he has not been able to enjoy any of the joys that a boy enjoys in life. He feels very disappointed with life. Russell has said that after suffering today, there will come a time when he can be happy. Then John has said that but by then my youth will be over. The story has not been dragged further. Russell says that he did not pay much attention to that story. He thought that John was just saying that he wanted to catch a bus on his bicycle. Russell said that he never even dreamed that such a thing would happen. He is very upset, madam. Don't say anything. It will only make things worse." Michell said.

"Yes, I understand. I'm not going to tell Russell anything." I said, calming down. I think we lost an employee. Russell shouldn't be allowed to feel guilty about his death. He must be suffering already.

That's why I brought Russell along with Michell and my secretary on the trip to the morgue.

"Russell, don't think about what happened now. There are times when we get bored with life too. We just tell others about it. But the other person can't really tell if it was true or a lie. Besides, it's impossible to say for sure whether this was an accident or a suicide." I told Russell as I went to the morgue.

Russell nodded silently. John's house was an ordinary-sized house.

His mother and sister were mourning.

"Oh, the child who took care of the family like a father. How did this happen? Oh my son, when you left us alone like this, who will take care of us?" John's mother's lamentations brought a strange feeling to my mind.

"Now all that's left for me and this girl is to eat some food and go to the village. What will we do without you? Oh, who will look after my girl's future now?"

I heard people comforting her as she screamed and cried.

I waited until the situation calmed down a bit, and I started talking to John's mother.

"Oh, look, madam. When the boy was seventeen, he went crazy with a big man and went with another woman. He never looked back at us. The boy stopped doing his high school studies and went to work to support me and the little one. Oh, how did this happen to my innocent boy? Is there no God in this world?" she began to say.

"Why did John stop doing such things? Didn't John's mother work?" I asked.

''Ohm madam i am not used to that, when my husband was with me, he didn't let me go to work. . I grew up inside the house. After that man left us, I felt like I was just lost. If the boy hadn't been there for us, we would have been dead..trees would have grown in the dark places."

"So, it's a shame that the child stopped learning because of that. "Couldn't you do a little business at home, like making cakes or sewing?" I asked, knowing that it was inappropriate to hear such things from a funeral. I stood up, holding back my anger as John's mother said.

There was no point in talking to her any further. I went to John's sister.

"Children, give me a call after this work is over. I will try to get you a job. You have to take care of your education on your own." When I said that, she burst into tears.