Fat Broken Wing
3. Liver Wound
...~The physical form does not always reflect what is in the heart, but the heart...
...can reflect themselves through his actions~...
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The car of a million people that Kiyara was riding with Dafa, her brother, had mixed with
other cars on the road, heading to one of the prestigious High School in Kota Kembang. There was no serious conversation between the brothers, just small talk interspersed with pop music so that the car atmosphere is not too quiet. Relationship
the two are indeed very close as brothers, although sometimes Kiyara feels
less when delivered by the brother like this. Dafa's perfect physique was almost without gaps, making him feel unworthy to be the younger brother of the sturdy and handsome man.
“Kak, do not descend in front of the gate, deurin deket stop aja,” pinta Kiyara.
Dafa's forehead is wrinkled, his brain is digesting the sentence his sister said, “No, too far away from the stop to your school gate, not to mention getting into your class is still a long way away, Dek.
Kayak usually just in front of the gate fitting, no more and no less.”
Kiyara just pursed her lips, scruffy. A week to pick up the brother,
making himself into the lips of his classmates, again because of the physical two who do not look like sister and sister.
“Sister, it never knew what it was like so I. Occasionally do what I want, what's wrong anyway, Kak?”
Dafa snorted and then glanced at his sister at a glance, the heart intention of not wanting his sister too much
tired of having to walk far enough to get into his class, instead making the two engaged in a fight so early.
“Kak, down Kiyara, ih!” whining Kiyara.
The driver was still reluctant to answer, but still drove his car at moderate speed, down the road that began to creep. Until arriving in front of the black gate bearing the name of SMA, Kiyara, then the black car stopped.
“Please come down, Mr. Princess.”
Kiyara's tiny lips, sneering at Dafa who used to open the seatbelt for her. Even so, his heart was very happy because of the habit of the brother who was always good to him, especially never ashamed to admit him as a sister.
“Passionate, cake. From the lips of manyun-manyun rowdy, entar Kakar gubin just know the taste,”
dafa Syndir.
“Thank you, dear brother. Be careful on the road, Mr. Princess wants to learn first.”
Dafa smiled, then his hands stretched out gently rubbing his sister's hair.
“Assalamu’alaikum Kak,” Kiyara said as she opened the car door.
“Wa’alaikumsalam. Later chat Brother, if it has finished class,” shouted Dafa accompanied the step of the sister towards her school.
The pantofel-clad footsteps were it
swing slowly, down the school corridor hoping, every step counts as exercise, so the calories in his fat body will be slightly reduced, or if each step can shed 1 kg of weight, he said, her weight did not decrease at all.
“Iya, that's tuh. Si Kiyara, how could he have a brother as handsome and perfect as his body, like the earth and sky so deh.”
“Ih, time anyway? Don't-don't Kiyara pick up any more.”
The sun that was emitting its warm rays seemed to dim for a moment, the girl who was
being the topic of the conversation was there, listening well and clearly to the gossip of his own friends.
“What's my fault? Why is it because of my physical form like this, they can use me .. Where is my fault? Though I never bother them,” said Kiyara Lirih.
“Dor .. why do you Ndut, forget what?” Kiyara who heard the voice of the most man
recek sekolahnya also turned his body, the deep brown netra collided with the blue netra belonging to the male blasteran who always disturbed him since the first time Kiyara set foot in this school.
"Don't make fun of me, brother. Please, just understand once in a while.” Kiyara cupped second
his hands in front of his chest, waving at the recek upperclassman, who was still at home
looking at him without even blinking a bit.
“Ah, surely someone else devised a wicked plan for me,” whispered Kiyara in heart, when the interlocutor just silently did not respond to his words.
“Kak, please .. let this morning be enough of those who say to me.”
“Basic, Fat freak .. where can be like that, like my mouth is, want to do you
or want to muji you yes up to my mouth is what he wants when, do not need to chat.”
“Sorry,” said Kiyara while subduing
his head, indeed this kind of thing was not the first thing he felt, had many times he felt something like this, but still the wounds of the heart that never healed, then now almost every day the scratches in his heart are increasing.
“Hah .. I think your guts have increased, it is still the same .. basic Fat.” Dave ....the man shook his head then gently rubbed the top of Kiyara's head and passed away leaving the fat girl, who was now widening her eyes.
Kiyara was still pensive behind the wall towards her class, she still wanted to hear what her two friends were gossiping about again, but it was a pity that they both had stopped
gossiping and now playing the device in the middle of the road that Kiyara was about to go through, leaning her body on the edge of the door.
“Ehm, excuse me for going through,” Kiyara said as she lowered her head.
“Eh, elo Ndut I guess who. Come in and enter, the door is open
wide really,” replied the short-haired girl, ending with her cynical smile.
“Eh, how the hell lu Rin ya obviously not fit. Move a little there,” connect Adelia friend
the girl with short hair.
Kiyara took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly, “Thank you.”
The first subjects have not yet begun but the feeling of being arrogant so want to go home
he has mastered his heart. The fat girl walked slowly towards where she was sitting. The front corner seat is the best choice for him, his julid friends will definitely not dare to sit in the front, so they can
dodging his fifty level bon chili mouth from his friend, uh crazy pedes.
“Hey, have you done PR math yet?” ask the chakras that have been positioned
he sat on the bench next to Kiyara.
Yeah, it's been a week after Kiyara met Cakra near the toilet the other day
and it's been a week that Kiyara has my best friend.
“Have ..”
The noise made by his classmates from the door,
indicates that the expected teacher has come to class. Kiyara and Cakra no longer continue their conversation and choose to prepare a book for the first subject.
“Assalamu’alaikum, good morning. Please sit neatly love the distance one table, all the books put in the bag, there is only
stationery on the table. We repeat daily, today,” by the math teacher who just arrived. The class that was once deserted, was now boisterous for a moment.
“Yeah, Mom. We have not learned yet, give time 15 minutes yes Mom, make study for a while.”
“Iya.. Bu.”
“Nevent repeated daily aja,Bu.”
Brak ... Brak .. Brak .. Brak. The sound of each other is simple, making the math teacher kicked off
his desk a few times.
“Yang is not willing to follow the morning repetition
this, please get out of my class and can be ascertained in my subjects your grades auto will not pass.”
The class was suddenly silent, all the students arranged themselves according to orders
his teacher. While Kiyara, the girl remained calm from earlier letting her friends voice their opinions without speaking. She's a smart girl, with or without studying, and her grades are good.
“Kiyara Mentari, please help me share the replay paper.”
Ah, going around the classroom through the narrow streets between the tables, that sucks. Not to mention the demeaning look from his friend. If I could refuse, Kiyara would have done it.
“Good, Bu.”
An impromptu repetition began, the faces in the classroom dimmed instantly, but
not with Kiyara, he answered the questions on the paper casually and easily. The call of his friends he ignored, because the bad experience of cheating on his friend still stuck tightly in his mind and again he did not want to be taken advantage of by friends who always mocked him, he said, the beginning of the semester is no longer.
“Ra. Kiyara... who...dontek dong!” whispered Arin, the shoulder-haired woman who was gossiping
Kiyara was at the classroom door this morning.
“Woi, Fatty base doesn't know themselves. Request a cheat sheet, beware of lu.”
With a sly grin, Arin wrote her answer on a paper tear and folded the paper
it was smaller, and.. ‘Pluk’ that paper he threw towards Kiyara, right hit Kiyara's shoulder and then fell on the floor.
“Arin! What are you throwing towards Kiyara?” shouted Bu Reni, the famous young teacher killer, making his students who were working on daily repetitions staring at the object called by his teacher.
“A-anu.Bu, Kiyara was asking for answer number 2 to me,” he replied pretending to be afraid,
but that was his plan. Arin, it is understood that his teacher hates his students who ask for cheat but never punish students who cheat.
“Bu, ta—,”
“Silent, Cakra .. do not interfere … ! Kiyara!!! collect your questions and answer sheets at Mom's desk and get out of Mom's class!”
