It was a winter afternoon. I was idling around the facade of my house when I first saw him. He was helping a middle aged man moving with the furnitures from the truck. At first, I thought him as a worker, but soon I realised that he wasn't the one when the man called.
"Rij, go and park the car in my garage. Leave the furnitures there, I'll manage them."
"But, Dad, they're too heavy. You can't move them alone."
" You go. I'll handle myself."
I was looking at them, "So they're our new neighbours! The boy looks pretty strong, but his father, very pale!"
"No! Wait for me. We'll do it together." He turned and our eyes met. He gave me a horrible look with strong hatred and left with the truck. I was shocked to see that.
He was wearing a blue T-shirt with black jeans. He looked quite manly in that. That time I had nothing to do. So, I decided to help them with their stuffs.
Before, I could ask, I saw the man tried to shift the sofa and got injured. I rushed to him. He got a bruise in his hand. I took him inside his house and asked him to water his hand. I went to my house to take the first-aid kit. I applied the Arnica gel and asked him to rest.
He said, "Thank you for your care. But, I've lot to do. I can't rest."
I calmed him, "Then, you should've waited for your son. You got badly injured.
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