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had a pretty serious face
and she was staring at Chiram with her beautiful eyes. Suddenly
Chiram turned his head and when he saw Mitra, became happy and went
toward her as had opened his hands to hug her with his puerile
smile.
    But Mitra with a fast move,
grabed his fingers by her right hand and she pressed them until
Chiram sat on the ground on his knees and he shouted. The others
looked at Chiram and the old man laughed loudly while was
applauding for her. Mitra approached a little her head to Chiram
and said: “I don't care who you are. Know this, you should never
touch me. Do you understand?”
    Chiram shook his head and
said: “Yes, yes. I understand honey. ”
    But Mitra pressed his
fingers again and said angrily: “I'm not your honey,
rascal!”
    Mitra left him and she
smiled to the guard and then she looked at Chiram again and said,
“Get up.”
    Chiram got up and he wanted
to give her the bouquet but soon repented of it and he moved toward
the exit while Mitra was following him slowly. When Chiram reached
to the guard he said happily, “It was your punishment.”
    Chiram passed sadly from him
and the guard removed his hat respectfully for Mitra and she also
thanked him with a short smile. A great street was outside the
station which few taxis were there. Mitra followed Chiram by her
eyes until he went toward a motorcycle which a wagon had adjoined
to it and inside it was a lot of shopping of restaurant. Mitra went
toward Chiram with surprise and said, “What's this?!”
    Chiram, “This is my work's
device.”
    Mitra said aghast, “Do you
really expect me to ride this junk?!”
    Chiram, “But I don't have
another thing!”
    Mitra said angrily, “Take a
taxi for me, now.”
    Chiram went sadly toward the
street and he got a taxi for Mitra. She got in the taxi and Chiram
left there with his motorcycle. The taxi driver looked at Mitra
with smile from the mirror and said, “Do you come new to the
capital?”
    Mitra said coldly as had not
mood for conversation, “It's not my first time.”
    The driver was looking at
her breast which its fissure was visible. Mitra was looking at the
street and wasn't heedful. The driver smiled and said, “He was your
father?”
    Mitra without looking
said, “No.”
    Driver, “I guessed. You are
very beautiful and cute. How old are you?”
    Mitra looked at him and when
saw his smile, frowned and said, “I'm equal with your
daughter.”
    Driver smiled and said, “But
my daughter is not hot, like you.”
    Suddenly Mitra put her hand
under his neck and said angrily, “Stop!”
    Inside her hand was a
beautiful, small, yellow knife. The driver, who was scared, stopped
and said, “I just wanted to tell you, you are welcome!”
    Mitra said angrily, “I know
that!”
    She came down from the taxi
and got another taxi. The taxi passed between the streets of the
capital while wasn’t crowded and the most of people had not car and
they had motorcycle, bicycle. This time Mitra had sat where the
driver could not see her and after a while they went out of the
city.
    After one hour, they arrived
in a small two storey restaurant which was written on it {Delicious
Food}. The taxi stopped near a bus in front of the restaurant and
Mitra dismounted of it. She went toward the restaurant and entered
it. Some of passengers were eating in there and two waiter young
girls were serving to the customers. A young man called Kaveh was
behind the counter and and he was serving to other
customers.
    When Mitra entered the most
of them were fascinated by the new golden girl. Mitra without
attending to them went toward Kaveh and said, “Hello.”
    At the first time, Kaveh
didn't understand but when he raised his head, became happy with
seeing Mitra and said, “Oh, Mitra! When you come? I didn't hear the
voice of Chiram's motorcycle! ”
    Mitra gave hand with him and
said, “You really expected me to ride that junk?!”
    Kaveh smiled and said, “Of
course no.” Kaveh came out of behind the counter and