The Couple Story

The Couple Story

Business is the worst thing. Take me. When I am discharged from office work for a while, I pick up my samples and go to meet my clients on my own.

I was once having a very good business with Ann, but it had come to a standstill for the last few years. Why? I don't even know this. Such a thing can happen without any reason. 

Nowadays, it is time that even one word can reverse the whole matter, while one word can also do everything right. Actually doing business with Ann is a very delicate matter. 

He is an old man and has become very infirm due to old age, yet he likes to keep his business affairs in his own hands. In his office, he rarely met you, and going to his house to meet him is a job that any good man would like to avoid.

Still, at six o'clock last evening, I left for his house. It was not the time to go to meet anyone, but I had to go there for business reasons, no social harmony. Luckily Ann was at home. He had just returned on a walk with his wife.

 The servant said that sir is currently in his son's sleeping room. Son was ill. The servant urged me to go there. At first, I hiccup a little. Then thought why not settle this unpleasant meeting soon. 

So I entered a quack darkroom in the same condition, wearing an overcoat and hat, crossing a dark room with a box of samples in hand, where three-four people were already present.

The person I looked at was an agent I knew well. In a way, he was my business rival. I thought he had already won me. He was sitting near the bed of the sick comfortably as if he were a doctor. 

He looked cheeky while sitting the buttons of his overcoat. The sick man also probably seemed lost in his thoughts. His cheeks seemed to be heating with fever. 

He also looked at the visitor in between. Ann's son was not young. He will be almost my age. His short beard was dispersed due to illness.

Old Ann was a tall man. 

His shoulders were quite wide. But I was surprised to see that he was now lean. His waist was also bent. He was disabled. 

He had not yet taken off his coat. He was whispering something in his son's ear. His wife was a slim and agile woman of short stature. 

Despite a significant difference in height, she began helping her husband take off his coat. Although she was initially having trouble, she finally succeeded in it. 

But the real problem was due to Ann's patience. The coat had not even landed yet that he had started fumbling with his hands in the lounger. 

As soon as his wife took off the coat, the lounger quickly moved to him and lifted his coat himself. She herself was almost covered in her middle while lifting the coat.

Eventually, I thought that the time had come or to say that your time would not have come. I thought that whatever I want to do, I should do it soon.

 I felt that the time for business interaction was slowly becoming unfavorable. I saw the symptoms of that agent as if he wanted to stay there. It was not in my interest, although I did not want to give importance to his presence there.

 So I quickly started talking about my business without any role, despite Ann wanting to talk to her ailing son at this time. 

Unfortunately, it was my habit that when I come to my real point — which usually happens quickly and in this case, the time was less — then I stand up talking and walking. I start doing. 

In an office, this action can happen in a very natural way, but there was a bit strange feeling here. 

Still, I could not stop myself. There was another reason for this. There was a lot of cigarette talk. Okay, every man has some bad habits. 

On the other hand, I was very relieved to see the condition of that agent. He seemed excited. 

He suddenly lifted his hat on his knee and held it on his head with a jerk and then kept it up and down there. 

Then suddenly he feels that he has made a mistake. Then he would take that hat off his head and put it back on his knee. Every half-minute he was repeating these same antics. 

I was not making any difference, because I was completely lost in my proposals while walking, but these actions of his people must be driving other people out of you.

Actually, when I get full rum in my talk, what about such antics, do not care about anything. 

I see what is happening, but I do not pay any attention to it until I finish my point, or until another person reveals some kind of objection. 

So I was watching everything. For example, Ann was not paying any attention to me. He swore uncomfortably without looking at me, holding the chair.

 He was looking at the void somewhere as if looking for something. Looking at his face, anyone could understand that he seemed completely ignorant of my words or right, even with my presence. 

The condition of her and her ailing son was not a good symptom for me, yet I continued to say my point by keeping the situation under control as if I believe that I will fix the whole matter again by saying my point.