خیلی خب. اینم قسمت دوم داستان من که با لغات داخل درس اینو نوشتم.
این داستان ادامه داستان قبل هستش. پس اگه داستان قبلو نخوندید حتما بخونیدش
Whooow…
Such a bad dream…
Still I was confused, I was perspiring and my heart was beating…
I looked over at the clock beside my bed and the time was 7 am.
Still I got some time to go to work. So I got up, took a shower.
When I was taking a shower I was full of thoughts… I had a stooped posture and I was laying my arm on the wall of the bathroom.
What was that dream about?
I bet that could mean something? But what?
I shook my head and tried to wipe off the crazy thoughts from my head. I wore my towel and had breakfast in the kitchen. I dressed up to go work.
I work for a rich and intelligent man named Hossein Naseri. He loves to buy stocks from unknown companies. He invests cheap and sells high. I think you can guess how he got rich and look at his life. He has a palace and his pocket is full of money. I like him because he has a grin on his face every time he talks to me even though he’s a rich person.
So I picked up my car keys. Locked the house’s door and started to walk towards my car.
I got in my car and revved my engine.
Mrs. Johnsen is an old and polite woman. She’s a little bit short and kind of old-fashioned. She’s very kind and sociable. But unfortunately she lost her husband last year. She has 2 sons and a daughter but they would not visit her that much.
She lives in my neighborhood. Usually I talk to her and help her. When I was passing by her house I rang her bell to see was she looking for some help or not?
I rang her bell twice and didn’t hear any response. The street was deserted. No one was around. I got worried and decided to look inside her house to see if she’s alright or not?
I looked inside her house through her window. I couldn’t see anything. The room was dark, room’s curtains were a bit thin but still no light got through.
“Where is she?” I said to myself.
I was faded from reality. Suddenly a hand came on my shoulder.
Huh!!!
Easy easy Kambiz. It’s me, Mrs. Johnsen. Sorry Got you scared?
“No it’s ok… I was just passing by, so I came over to see if you need something or what?” I said. To be honest I got scared a little bit. It seemed she was at the backyard of her house and taking care of her garden.
“Oh no It’s nice of you Kambiz… you’re like a son to me. Please when you have free time stop by and have some coffee with me.” She said kindly.
“Oh of course it’s an honor.” I thanked her and got into my car and went to work. She was waving to me and I could see her on the mirror of my car unaware if the thing that was going to happen.
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