
After all the files needed to move completely, Dirga finally moved to another school that is closer to his home and can be taken on foot only.
Because of its location that is not too far away, Dirga chose to walk. New school, new friends. On the streets he meets many new friends, but he is quiet and tends to withdraw from his new environment because he does not want to get the bully as before.
He walked past a group of children who saw him for the first time. There were also some friends who had known him for being neighbors. He continued to walk alone until he arrived at the new school. Some children who knew him greeted him, and he returned with a smile.
In the classroom the teacher introduces new transfer students to others. After the introduction was over Dirga returned to her seat, where she sat herself as before.
During the break all students leave the class and do their own activities.
“Dirga... come join us..” invite one of the children to play hide and seek, but he refused. He wondered why his new friends treated him a little differently than his old school friends.
One day before Dirga gets into a new school. Elsa came to that school. Previously he had spoken with his homeroom teacher about his autistic child and getting bullies from friends at the previous school. Then he asked Mr. Abel for a minute to say a word to his son's classmates.
“Sorry everything interrupted his time for a moment. I'm Aunt Elsa, Dirga's mother. Please help from all brothers in order to accept Dirga's condition of an autistic child and please do not let anyone bully him.” Said Elsa straight to the point. He also added that there will be a Friday blessing on which day he will treat all of his classmates.
The next days everything went well. At school Dirga had never experienced severe dizziness and fainting because he was not thinking about his childhood friends anymore. He does not want to be bothered anymore with something that is not clear.
“Kring... kring... kring...” the sound of Dirga's bicycle bell passing his friend who is walking towards school. Some of his friends moved to give him a way.
“I came riding behind you yes.” shouted one of the friends who ran after him and wanted him to screw. But Dirga accelerated the speed of his bike so Marco could not catch up. Dirga looked back briefly with a small smile and continued pedaling his bike to school.
Three years passed and everything went as well as usual. She is still in the same school and has been in class. One day in the afternoon was cloudy. The originally bright clouds turned increasingly dark. A strong wind blew through the leaves. The air is getting colder. Seen some boys were playing kites on a field. Some of them were sitting on a large pipe looking up, seeing kites flying high up in the sky.
Dirga then ran out into the streets to look for Firoz who had not returned after a long time he did not escape. He was worried that his white eagle was gone because it had been waiting for him for a long time and still had not come home. He walked down the streets around his house by going into the alleys he met, but did not find the bird.
“Where does Firoz go.. where he is, not usually he goes long like this.” turned to the right and to the left looking for the figure of his favorite bird.
“Kaak... kaaak...” sounds of birds from a distance. Dirga ran after the sound of the bird. A white bird flew from a tree branch into the air.
“Firoz... Firoz came back.” cried Dirga running after the fast-flying bird. He passed through the empty land and continued to run. For a moment he stopped.
“hosh... hosh... hosh...” because he was panting he stopped for a moment to set his breath near the empty land while continuing to look at the sky.
“Dirga.. hey Dirga. Come play kite with us.” call one of the boys who is playing kite.
“whoosh..” sound of the wind growing louder.
“jeder..” the sound of lightning striking the accompanied by a flash in the sky. Immediately the rain fell heavily. When Dirga arrived at the children's place, all of them ran home with a roll of yarn because their kites had been destroyed by rain.
Dirga saw the children coming out of the empty land. He held a kite scattered on the ground whose skeleton remained. He also recalled that he had gone to find his eagle and returned to the streets in the rain.
“Where exactly does Firoz go ? Where is he... raining like this is he okay ?” keep walking to find the eagle.
Suddenly in the middle of the road there was someone running towards him and bumping into him.
“buk..” A girl hit him. They both fell to the ground. Dirga immediately stood up and helped the girl stand up.
“Sorry..” said the long-haired girl. For a moment he stared fixedly at the child who had helped him just now.
Dirga looked back at the girl. He didn't know the girl. But for some reason when he saw the girl, it was like he had met the girl before.
“Where have I met this girl before ? Why do I feel familiar with him.. strange.. when I just met him today.” tried to recall and still can not remember.
There was something sparkling falling near his feet. Dirga took the stuff. A sword-shaped brooch wrapped in gold-colored leaves. As he picked it up and observed the object there was a feeling that came up again like his feeling when he met the girl. That thing feels familiar to him. But I don't know where he's seen that stuff.
“That's mine...” said the girl stared at her brooch in Dirga's hand.
“This take..” Dirga handed the brooch to the owner.
“Thank you..” he answered taking the brooch and putting it in his pocket. He then immediately ran away leaving Dirga.
“Hei... wait...! Have I ever met you before? Do I know you ?” dirga asked but the girl was not seen in the midst of the heavy rain, like lost swallowed by the torrent of rain.
He then walked back to find Firoz who still had not met. From a distance the girl turned around and looked at Dirga with a smile.
SERIATE....