medicine
After several hours of continuous work, as the sun set, Ethan and Alexander told each other not to be tired and each walked to a different side of the city.
Ethan had his hand on his money bag and was happily walking south of the city, a tired smile on his face as he muttered to himself, "I made it today."
The surroundings of the city were almost deserted again and presented the same view as in the morning. A cold wind blew and Etan's body trembled a little. The autumn season had arrived and he had to think about heating the house and taking care of his father.
He sighed and continued to move in these thoughts. At the entrance to the alley there was a rusty sign hanging on a chain.
Foulad Alley, South Sector. Ethan felt a strange smell with every step, the smell changed from pungent, mild and even in a second to the smell of putrefaction. Every time he set foot in this place. He was grateful for his place of residence. At least it didn't smell bad.
Ethan muttered to himself: "A soldier in war faces many different situations. Difficult conditions that challenge his mind. When a soldier can cope with this situation, he is grateful for every little thing about his situation and keeps his heart happy with that little thing."
The fifth secret of being a soldier, be grateful for the situation. Do not complain about the bad, because there is worse than the bad.
He pulled down the wooden handle of the shop and entered the shop with a click. When the door of the shop opened, the scent reached him more strongly than before, and this made him pick his nose.
Zakaria Kashif's name was hacked on the entrance sign...
Upon entering the shop, he looked around. Herbs, medicine and potion jars, various incenses, along with several colorful powders were seen around.
Ethan raised his voice and said:
"Hey Zakaria Kashif?"
After that, a small explosion was heard and immediately a man with a face full of smoke and coughing came out from behind the window.
"Son, how many times did I tell you not to yell when you come here?"
Seeing the smoke on the man's face, Ethan laughed and answered: "I'm sorry, but I can't stand the smell here!"
Zakaria went to the wooden shelves in the corner of the shop and brought back a cylindrical glass with a yellow solution.
He placed it on the table and said, "Take it, kid, same as always." But you didn't say this and why do you want it?
Maybe I can get help from others for you, because the price is high and..."
Ethan didn't let the man finish his speech and took out five orange coins from his bag and put them on the table.
"I am not a beggar, I have money. You don't have to worry about me."
The man rubbed his beard sadly and said, "Look, my son, I'll buy it for you, the weather is getting colder and the cost of living is going up."
"Everyone is living, I'm like everyone else."
The man went back to the shelves and brought another yellow potion for Ethan and said:
"This and you will go, stubborn boy, if you insist on your stubbornness even more than this. I won't sell you anything anymore."
"But," Ethan gritted his teeth.
"But no, either both or neither!"
Ethan took two potions from the table and bent down to the man's waist. "I will never forget your kindness and I promise to repay it one day. Even if I have to clean this smelly shop full of strange things!"
Zakaria smiled and put his hand on the boy's shoulder: "Go man, come on your day off this week and dust here and get paid another potion, what do you think?"
Ethan swallowed his saliva, he didn't want to accept, but thinking about the situation he was in, he was forced to accept against his will.
He bent down so that his head reached his knees and shouted again: "Thank you for your kindness, I will never forget it."
Code number six, don't forget the kindness of others.....
After that, Ethan left the shop and walked home, with a smile on his face, he walked the distance of almost an hour and finally reached home.
He opened the door and entered the house after hearing a noise.
"I'm back father. I hope that loneliness did not bother you..."