Fat Broken Wing

13. You'r The Reason

~Either because you are the reason or because destiny led me to you~

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A sunny morning after the rain last night welcomed the day that everyone would pass in Bandung that morning. The aroma of petrichor is still out to meet the sense of smell, dewdrops in the leaves still look fresh spoil the eyes. The clock is still showing at six in the morning, but Kiyara is already busy with hydroponic plants in her front yard. His fat hand was busy moving the rockwool that had been grown mustard spoon into the netpot, then

put it into a pipe that has been hollowed and contains water and AB mix nutrients in it.

The tail of his eyes caught the figure of the man who had been busy watching from above,

more precisely on the balcony next to his room. Intentionally he pretended not to know, his heart was still upset not playing with the actions of his brother who told his life to people who did not know who it was. “Sorry, Brother .. I'm still sprained by Brother. Whatever the reason, Brother has no right to tell anyone about my situation, let alone people I do not know,” said.

“Dek .. ,” call Kiyara's father who just got home from jogging.

“Yes, Yeah ..”

“There are already harvestable vegetables?” ask Mr. Akbar, Kiyara's father.

“There, Dad. Lettuce equals red spinach, want in

take it now?”

“Boleh, spinach later sauteed for breakfast, seladanya make later afternoon yes we swallow this abis Daddy want to go back to fish first.”

Kiyara, shook her head and smiled. “Dad, this is weird. Where there is

fishing, just taken using a fish filter already dapet a lot, fish pond Daddy a lot of contents.”

The father and son laughed together, calming the man on the balcony.

“Sgratitude ...,” says Dafa shrivelled.

“Ehem .. Assalamu’alaikum Om, Ki,” said the man from the direction of the gate of Kiyara house, seen

his hand was holding the bag Kiyara was wearing yesterday.

Kiyara rubbed her eyes and walked slowly closer to her father.

“Wa’alaikumsalam.”

The man walked up to Mr. Akbar and then grabbed his hand to be crucified. “ Me, Tama Om ago Bang Dafa.”

Mr. Akbar who saw a strange scene from his daughter, immediately understood that his daughter

uncomfortable with the presence of this man who was now before him. “Oh, yes .. yes ... come on in, Dafa is in his room. Ki, you take the vegetables that are ready to harvest first yes, I want to nganter Nak Tama first to meet your Brother.”

Kiyara nodded, ignoring Tama who had been staring at her with a hard-to-understand look.

“Why, he looks different like this when at home. Looks soothing and soothing heart,” Tama monologue in

heart, when you see Kiyara only using light gray sleeping pajamas that look dirty and veil bergo made of matching colored jersey, and do not forget the white face without powder.

Kiyara was still busy harvesting lettuce and red spinach as her father asked her to,

ignoring guests who suddenly came this early. His mind is not yet

okay, considering last night's incident. “What, Blue Eye Lele is Bang Tama? But cook yes?” kiyara's monologue in heart.

“Nak, let's help Mother cook, Your father is already starving to finish sports, ask for a numice

vegetables that you tanem said, have finished the metiknya?”

“Eh, yes Bun ... This is done kok.” Kiyara lifted a small basket full of spinach and lettuce, and walked up to her mother who was standing by the door.

“Iya, it's there ..”

Kiyara walked leisurely, while humming a little. He's very happy, though,

hydroponics has been running smoothly for a few months

lately, he has also managed to supply hydroponic vegetables to residents of his housing complex. The profit is also good, can be used for pocket money and other benefits, as he will now do, cook it and eat it with his beloved family.

Deg … .

Kiyara's eyes narrowed, when she saw two figures of men sitting opposite each other in a lounge chair near the side door of her house. “Kok Kak Dafa and Bang Tama here anyway,” softly while stopping his footsteps, intending to rotate his steps.

“Woi, Le ... here .. !” shouted Dafa towards Kiyara.

Bugh … .

The basket he was carrying fell, while his forehead hit something hard. “Lu, is it okay?”

Deg … .

“This voice?” inward Kiyara, his face was still down when he realized that the person he hit was human.

The man before him took the initiative to pick up the fallen vegetable basket as well as some vegetables that were scattered out of the basket. “This, next time be careful if the way, do not like dumbly.” Kiyara, not answering just grabbed back her vegetable basket and then left the place she thought was safe.

“Why you?” ask the father, who is now relaxing in front of the television.

Kiyara shook her head, then shrunk her tears with the pajama sleeves she was wearing. “Kiyara, to the kitchen first Well.”

Kiyara walked into the kitchen, from afar she could already see the back of a great woman

full middle establishment busy slicing onions for friends sauteing red spinach. Without waiting for any more orders, Kiyara immediately approached the water tap to wash the vegetables she was carrying. “Bun, here are the vegetables already Kiyara cleanin.”

“Yes, put it there first just let the water go down first.”

“OK. Bun ... Kiyara went into the room first yes, want to take a bath together change clothes first.

“Iya, already there shower first, just finished it help Mother.”

Mother Alana saw the departure of her child with sad eyes, not not not not knowing what happened yesterday to Kiyara, she said, but he was asked by Dafa to pretend not to know so that Kiyara remained ordinary without feeling pitied, even with Dafa's plan today.

“Hopefully, you find your happiness, son. Getting friends, friends, work, soul mates, and so forth that can accept all your shortcomings and advantages. Mother

dear, Ara ... what a pity ..” Mother's monologue in her heart.

“Assalamu’alaikum, Bun ..” says blue-eyed man.

“Wa’alaikumsalam, what is it, Nak?” tanyanya gently.

“Sorry, Dave ya Bun .. has left without word after what the Mother family did

to help me, take care of me in the hospital. Sorry too, first time SMA likes bully children Mother.” Dave, the man clasped tightly onto the hand of the middle-aged woman who still looked beautiful at her young age.

“Have it, Son .. Mother understands. If your bully business apologizes to his own son yes, do not repeat it again. You are, the more glowing his face, said soft gini different same three years ago?”

“This, because of Mother's child, hehehe.”

Mother Alana scrunched her forehead. “Why because of Mother's child?”

“Yes, because of Mother's child, change encouragement Dave.”

Without both of them realizing, there was another man who was now clenching his hands tightly on the

turn the wall between the side door and the kitchen of Kiyara's house.