A PROMISE TO BE KEPT !


Why does not he care about me? This is my question. This is what keeps me up at night. Why? Just why? Did I do something wrong? Yes! I made a promise.
I look at the wall in my room, trying to forget and just go to sleep. But I can't. It's hard to forget the reality. My mind starts to wonder , what if I just go? Will he be satisfied? Probably not , until I found his precious book which I lost.
Previous month, Jamal , my friend, and I went on a journey to jungle which was two hour's drive from our homes. It was Jamal's idea to visit that place as he was collecting species of plants to help him in his world changing invention , to cure carcinogenic diseases. It was the project on which he was working for many years and every detail of this was in his maroon book.
Locals had already warned us about the potential dangers  of that area. Deadly snakes is one of the epitomes. In addition to this , they also warned us to be together at every step of our journey as  it's a hectic job to find someone lost in that thick jungle.
As that journey progressed, something with sharp canines ; black spots on his agile body paced towards me assuming me as its prey , bit sharply on my leg. Dishoommm!!! The sound of the gunshot from Jamal's pistol frightened that creature away.
We left that jungle immediately. But during all that chasing the book of Jamal dropped from my hand and got lost near the river.
Today, I again revisited that  jungle , without letting the second thoughts to swift pass my mind , to fulfill the promise to find Jamal's book , worth a fortune.
The dark gloomy jungle is even more eerie now. I had no idea where the book was and the horrible thing called fear was setting in on me.  I hear the low howl of the wolf , and then several more join in. I turned around several time trying to navigate my sense of direction. I played with my luck and began running through the dark , eerie jungle wanting nothing but to find the book. All of sudden I'm falling through chilly air. I plummet into the frigid depths of some water. I quickly , struggling against the frigid water, clutching  grip of what I know realize is  a river. I break the surface coming back into the chilly air and take a sharp breath.
If I didn't get out the river I am going to die rather it be from hypothermia or drowning . I scream before I go under the water  due to the current. I manage to break the surface again and set my mind to swim to the bank. I used my every ounce of my energy to escape from the deathly river. I see what looks like a shore crawled out of the river. I can barely feel anything and I was exhausted but I can't sleep. I hear voices. I scream out trying to call out for help , but I realize it's probably  my imagination.
I woke up to a cold thing poking my face and then a loud noise.  I open my eyes and there was Jamal. He wrapped me in a warm hug and whispered in my cold ear:"That book isn't important than your life , my friend."

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