Aspergillus: Otto

... Until I see my eyes slowly unblur to see Otto and his black man on the side.

And, oh my, Need I describe Otto?

Continued

Otto is the owner of Restaurant Calv, most popular among the teenagers in the city of Veleri and also the richest one, his appearance itself is bold enough to convince us no drunkard can go without emptying their wallet. 

Otto has a fair complexion with a recognizable yellowish patch near his right eye, other than that he looked classy and clean, that's the word I would use it. And his Calv is often known to be the “Police Café” for its unavoiding nature of attraction among police for its underground scandals.

Otto and his “black man” have been a dual eversince the establishment of the venue. Years back we used to hear rumors of their relationship, being brothers, friends or as romance partners. But one can easily presume the black man to be his assistant or the most important man after him in all of their operations.

As Otto approached me near, there was a sort of fear growing inside me. It had only been a week since Mrs. Reese has took in defense of Otto and I am too afraid to trust anybody.

I was raised in the village of Turomnir, and we used to hear the tale of a dacoit and his son going for their “adventures”, the term news channels used to coil their dark history. His father was Mr. Hitsukima and the son, Otto.

Hitsukima and Otto had a family crime organization named HOM or the way they pronounce it, hum, the full form assumed Hitsukima Otto Magnificente. They had a very mysterious appearances and it was strong enough for me as a child to freak whenever I hear their names in the radio for their crimes.

Until I later started thinking about them later as Vigilante in my teenage years. Now, in my 36, when I think about them, they appear to me like shadows. Formless and Impactful. And to kill a shadow, the figurine must be shredded into void.

"Mind going for a walk, doctor?" a voice crept infront of me.

2-To be continued

Aspergillus: The Hallway

A man was walking to his room through the hallway when he happens to meet Mrs. Reese. Mrs. Reese was a woman of 30, 40 years of age or somewhere in between. Need you doubt her age? It astonishes me too how a woman can look so charming yet be a character of hate.

“Greetings Mrs. Reese”

“Hello Otto”

The words filled the silence in the hall as it was a day off and that any of the court’s hearing would be proceeded on that day. Otto was the convicted whom Mrs. Reese was hired to save.

Mrs Reese, is the local lawyer and if I were to say one of the best, last summer was when I met her, probably the first time after childhood, at Restaurant Calv, behind the court of Comero, and also to include, between the court and Prison Valci. It was also then that I found out she is divorced.

Mrs. Reese appeared infront of me all of a sudden.

“What did Otto say, Mrs. Reese?”

“Nothing much Dr. Van, what made you here?” asked Mrs. Reese

“Just passing by.”

“Snooping around the corners of the court, isn’t that strange?”

“I forgot my bag in the room.” I said, barely enough to cover my lie

“I’ll get it for you. Key?”

I shrugged but I knew I had to hand her.

I lived in a single room all by myself, say a minute away from the court. I rarely take my bag back to my place. I got a bit scared if I had it in my home this time. I was ready to fall prey to my faulty memory once again.

“Take it.” “Good day Van.”

It felt light even if I had to carry my heavy bagpack home just to bring it back the next day. I started taking steps to my place. Until I see my eyes slowly unblur to see Otto and his black man on the side.

And, oh my, Need I describe Otto?

1-To be continued 

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