“SOMEONE STOLE HER PHONE!" declared Sister 1 from the
back of the wagon.
The Brother snapped out of his daydreaming and turned around to find his sister frozen in amazement. Without giving it much thought, he stood up and rushed towards the door in hopes to catch the thief. Unfortunately, a large man was standing in the doorway, and when the Brother tried to make his way out of the train, he bumped into him with his shoulder and said, “He’s gone, my friend. It’s impossible for you to catch him, now.” Then with an air of fake sympathy, he added, “What was the brand of the phone, though? Maybe you should contact its seller and do something with the guarantee thing.”
The Brother backed off a step
or two and looked onto the man. The latter was threateningly glaring at him.
After that, he tilted his head to the side to have a glimpse at the thief and
found him still casually walking out of the station with the first boy who
descended. So he understood that the man who was standing in front of him was
an accomplice. He checked his sister and found her pitifully looking up to him.
That is when his face turned blueish while swallowing his saliva, and that is
when he probably realized that a sudden move will win him a broken rib. So he
motionlessly stood there and thoughtlessly answered, “ahm… I don’t know… Did
you see- how did he steal it from her?”
The train reached full speed at this point.
“He just took it off of her hands,” a random voice uttered.
“Yes, it was so quick,” another one added.
“None saw it coming. He’s gone now, though,” emphasized the man on the door.
They all quit what they were doing and swarmed around Sister 2 like a pack of wolves on their prey. With hungry looks, each and every one of them asked her a stupid question such as,
“What was the brand of your phone?”
“Have you got its serial
number?”
“Yeah, if you do, go to a
police station and give it to them. They’ll track it down for you. “
“Are you serious? Why would you
pull such expensive phone on the train? What did you expect?”
Perhaps the worst part about all this is her answering each one separately thus, “a Galaxy S5. No, I don’t. I will check when I get home. I didn’t know…”
That had been going for about 5 minutes until Sister 1 finally stepped in to scold Sister 2 and angrily said, “How on earth could you be this stupid? Why did you take your phone out in this kind of place? Have you gone nuts? What are you going to do now, huh? Tell me! And you there!” addressing her brother, “Are you going to stand there doing nothing?! Do something!” and she ragingly gazed at the animals that were observing her.
An awkward moment of silence occurred. And then they returned to questioniong her, “What will your father say when he hears about this, girls?"
“He won’t say anything,” Sister 2 answered.
Then a guy at the back shouted, “WELL! WELCOME TO TUNISIA, SISTER! THAT’S HOW IT IS IN HERE!” And they all went back to chanting crappy songs like nothing happened. Back to point zero.
My friend smirked at me and finally commented, “Told you something was gonna happen." And then he added,"you know, this looks like a scene from a dystopian movie, isn't it?”.
At a later station, a big
number of people mounted the train. Thirty or thereabouts, I believe. One
of the newly-mounted travelers was an old man probably in his fifth decade. His
body looked very fragile and had a silver hair. Actually, I’m not really sure
whether he witnessed the snatching of the phone or not. But it is of no
importance, for what is going to happen to him is the harvest of his sowing.
The train kept moving and everything remained the same. Only with some passengers coming in and out of the train. Otherwise, they made sure to keep the place as uncomfortable as ever.
On one stop, though, (stops seemed infinite) someone said, “Hey! They’re here!”
Suddenly, they all became so quiet, and all of them started wearing their T-shirts and tanktops back, and they started acting civilized.
My friend gave me the “The f***’s happening?” look.
A few moments later, one of them started hysterically shouting as loud as he could, trying to mess with those who were “here”, being the attention whore that he is. Then he sank his head down to his chest and blended with the rest of the passengers.
After that, I heard an indistinctive talkie-walkie radio signal, and it all made sense: it was a police patrol. Shortly after that, two officers were talking over their talkie-wilkie in front of the door of the wagon, and one of them was waving at the driver to hold. The first police officer leaned on the door and the other stepped onto the wagon and both of them looked pretty damn scary.
They both had very strong build and had larger-than-life frames. The one who went deep in the wagon almost mingling with the underlings was in his late forties and had this thick moustache which made him look like your typical corruped Tunisian cop. Himself and his partner were very sweaty yet the coldness of their compsure gazing down on the people on the wagon was firghtening.
They didn't diffirentiate between creatures and citizeins. They gave murderous looks to everyone that was present on that wagon. After that, he pointed at a guy from the gang and said, "You. Get the f*** out". Grabbed him by the shirt and pushed out of the wagon where he was met by a smack from the other police on the back of his neck.
"I don't like the way you look. Out of the train. Now," he ordered someone else.
Some of gang members turned yellowish because of fear and started trembling. Others remained very calm and ordinary like there were no policemen around. You could tell the OG’s from the rookies.
"Aren't you scared, son?" He asked one of them.
"Haven't done nothing wrong, chef," he answered.
"Let me decide that. Samir! Here's the next!" he shouted to his partner as he's halfway through the wagon now.
Could they be arresting potential suspects for the crime that had just taken place with the girl's phone and all? Will one of the siblings intervene and do something about it?
Find out in the next part of the story!
TO BE CONTINUED...
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