Five Rupees

Five Rupees

"I won the kite maa look! It's so red. I'm off to the ground. Don't call me until dusk. I've done my homework."

"You and your ground."

The kite was high in the sky when the father kicked on his back.

"Papa I didn't steal the money papa. Trust me I won it on my own. It came flying and I jumped and won it papa. Like this. No papa don't hit me with the belt please papa. It hurts and I bled the last time. Papa no. Maa save me. Maaa. Maaa! Not with this stick papa, okay hit with the belt I won't stop. Papa please. I didn't steal the money; I won the kite papa trust me."

"I earned the money you harami, and you steal and buy kites; you are not a shehzada you brat. I had two five rupees coin in my pocket and now there is only one. Why, you harami tell me?" .

"Allah stop it, he isn't moving at all. Please call the doctor. Oh god what did you do to him. Zubi beta uth. Allah. Zubi..."

"Kafan for this size will cost four hundred and fifty five rupees sahab."

"Here it is. Wait I've one five rupees coin; you return me the notes only." .

The father dug into either side of his pockets.
Both of the pockets had five rupees coins.