Fat Broken Wing

Lucknut

DAVE POV

Almost two months ago he was in love with the girl across the house, the girl who bullied him during High School, the girl who helped him when death was in sight, Kiyara was everything to Dave, Dave, a person who can shake his deepest heart, make it back has the meaning of life after a terrible storm to tell his life.

Moreover, after he ventured to express his feelings for the girl, it felt like each meeting was always able to make her fall in love many times after. Make it more active to work to collect rupiah coffers in order to immediately justify the rain girl.

"Den, this is the straw this month we harvest more than the previous harvest ... Mamang exhausted the fertilizer experiment yesterday, thank God the fruit became more dense," said Mang Ujang resuscitated Dave from his daydream after receiving a call from Kiyara.

Today he is on a visit to his estate in Lembang, which he entrusted to his gardener in his old home first.

"Oh, alhamdulillah Mang .. homemade organic fertilizer huh Mang? not in the same mix fertilizer factory?" dave asked to make sure that the fertilizer used is organic fertilizer, because he had never used factory-made fertilizer, to maintain the quality of the stroberi to remain organic without fertilizer or non-organic pesticides.

"Yak, oruh Den .. from the first always organic fertilizer ingredients my wife hehehe, let the kulitasnya still okay."

The two of them went around the strawberry garden accompanied by a casual conversation about some other plantations that were also entrusted to Mang ujang. The leader's aura has indeed emanated from a Dave, although it had dimmed when juvenile delinquency dominated his young soul at that time. But after the stab wound incident he slowly returned to being his own figure, forgetting the broken home wound he had experienced during the school first.

"Sit here first, Den ... was Mamang's wife who made a drink for Aden," said Mang Ujang while pointing at the saung close to where they were standing.

"Yes, Mang can ..," answered Dave, then walked closer to the saung and sat there.

"Well, it's a good one again" he continued when he saw a teapot filled with sinomic ice.

"Yes, Den seger, good, healthy again, let's get Den to drink."

The two now sit in the Gazebo while enjoying the ice sinom made by Mang Ujang's wife accompanied by a gentle breeze that hit the soft skin of the face, moving the black mane owned by Dave.

"Oh, yes Mang ... This run out please add the strobery 2 kg but separated yes, about-sekilo. I want to go down first look at okra vegetables, maybe something can already be picked," said Dave while putting an empty glass, he suddenly remembered Kiyara who had been enjoying okra vegetables for a few weeks, because he had brought it when he came home from visiting the garden as he currently does.

"Muhun, Den... would you like to bring a basket right away? Looks like the west is ready to pick up okraya vegetables."

"Yes, I'll take it right away."

For almost 30 minutes Dave walked around picking okra to take home. It feels like he wants to go home soon so he can quickly meet the son of his front neighbor, ah bucin base.

"I went home first .. Thanks for picking up the straw."

"Yes, Den equally, be careful in the way greetings to the Madam."

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"Assalamu'alaikum, Sat."

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"Hem, yes-yes I went there, just this happens I'm still around the cafe you mean."

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"Yes, bye."

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It turns out, Satya can be said he was Dave's bad friend when high school used to be and the only high school friend who still often contact him. Like this time, Satya invited him to meet at one of their cafe subscriptions.

It did not take long for Dave to go to the cafe, because now he had got out of his car and walked into the cafe to meet Satya. He circulated his gaze, but there was no Satya there, until a servant came to him.

"Is there anything you can do for you, brother?"

"Yes, I'm looking for my friend he's here but he doesn't seem to be here yet."

"What's the name of Satya's friend?" Dave nodded his head.

"Satya's brother is waiting and he's booked a private room, let me drop off."

Dave, scrunched his forehead should it be an ordinary cafe does not have a private room why now so there. But because he did not want to ask a lot of questions, he finally followed the cafe waiter to one of the doors in the corner of the cafe.

"Please Brother."

Dave, nodding then entered the private room in which there was Satya also three women with minimal clothes, who showed something that should be neatly covered.

"Damn, this child has still not changed apparently," said Dave in his heart.

"Brotha, here and here .. I have one for you I guarantee you will not refuse, still as slow and sure as the type of lu when High School first."

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