Pears

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“Dev, if you want to eat say - aja,” said Satria who was playing online games with Bayu.

“Ya,” replied Devan who joined did not know what to do.

Looking up, he finally decided to get up from his seat and stay away from the round paddled table that had been the previous spot. Devan's view focuses on a plant seed that is already more than 1 meter tall.

Arriving there, he immediately sat on the edge of the cement pot which was quite wide, raised one leg, and took the nameplate of the plants that had been chipped.

One year ago ....

The sound of the knocking of the shoes clearly sounded in the direction of the stairs. Not just one person, in fact there are two people there, Vallen and Devan. After being invited by biology teachers to split up choosing a place to plant, the two went directly to the agreed place.

Before this day arrived, Devan had already asked permission on the school gardener to replace the plants in one of the rooftop cement pots with plants he bought. Not without reason, because the plant is already quite withered and soon may die.

Arriving at the rooftop, Devan and Vallen are delighted that there is a shovel that seems to have been accidentally left on a mound. In fact, almost one of them went downstairs to borrow a shovel.

“Let me dig Val,” Devan said as he folded his sleeves up to his elbows.

“Spirit!” vallen shouted with his bright face. His two hands were still holding the black plastic that wrapped around the bottom of the plant.

“Iya, Dear .. uh, Vallen, uh ...” Devan chuckles in confusion over what to call his lover. They're only two anniversaries and still haven't made a nickname for the same other.

Vallen laughed without caring about his cheeks that were reddened by the man's words. “Can you delay first? Taneman kasian needs a place.”

“Iya yes, hahaha.”

After Devan dug, Vallen immediately removed the plastic and placed the seeds of his peach tree on the ground. Both of them then push the soil to bury the roots.

“Yeee, done!” Vallen raised his right hand with his palm facing Devan. Of course, Devan welcomes the call of the high-five. However, what happened when they bertos was that Vallen's left hand suddenly held Devan's cheek.

“Val ...” call Devan slowly.

Vallen laughed without a sound. “Iya, Darling? eh Devan?”

“Handlo dirty?”

Vallen nodded and let out a laugh. “It is, it is abis megang ground!”

“Jail yeah ..”

Before Devan retorted, Vallen had already run to dodge.

“Val, here deh, see this I brought whatan,” fishing rod Devan while walking.

Vallen turned his head so that his running speed was reduced. “Miss!”

Seeing the opportunity, Devan caught up with him by running fast. Reflex, Vallen is away again. “Devannn, don't suck! Your hands are dirtier than mine!”

“Who's fault I hah?” Devan smiled obliquely. Grabbing Vallen's hand, the man immediately tried to touch his girlfriend's face.

Vallen laughed while dodging. “Aaaa, Devan does not want!”

“Which starts whom?”

Vallen crouches down to block his face, but Devan's hand is pinched and has access to his cheek.

“Kotor Devannn,” by Vallen.

It feels enough, Devan also keeps his hands away from Vallen.

Vallen stood up and turned around, looking at Devan as he caught his breath. Seeing Vallen's dirty face, Devan laughed. “I feel I just hold your cheek, Val!”

“Pipe cheeks, all-in-face you hold!” the upset.

“Sorry .... Cemongin I'm here again. Let's break even.”

Vallen smiling.

He immediately approached and tiptoed, wiping every corner of Devan's face with his hands.

“Udah?” ask Devan.

“Udah,” Vallen replied.

“Eh yes Dev, plants love markers yuk.”

“Pake what?”

Vallen pointed to a pile of wood at the corner of the rooftop. Devan then nodded.

Walking there, the two of them then picked up the material and stringed it up like the letter T, coincidentally there were also some nails there. After finishing, Vallen began writing it using a class marker that he brought.

...This peach tree belongs to Devan and Vallen, planted on September 18 ****...

...Signed,...

...Devan Vallen's...

After signing the two, Devan stuck it on the ground.

“Tree, grow big yes, until bear much fruit! Let the fruit later can Devan same Vallen eat!” vallen said before returning to class.

“Aamiin, Val. But the tree did not wither thankfully,” said Devan with a small laugh.

“Ya mace his fault will also hope to bear fruit ...,” response Vallen who also chuckled.

Devan smiled remembering those unrepeatable memories. All right, forget it for a second. Now is the time to look for another wood as a hammer ala-ala to justify the signpost.

After nailing and making his planks return to form a year ago, Devan began to relax and inhale a strong breath. At a time like this again many things surround his mind.

Devan recalls his and Vallen's unfinished duty, not about the song Mr. Gabud had told him, but to find a name that could serve as a suspect for the Rafa poisoning tragedy. Thinking, when one name suddenly seeped, Devan immediately stuck the rest of the nail into the vertical part of the signpost, then pulled it until the wood was scratched.

A name was written, but to be honest Devan is not sure if that person who had Vallen photos despite blur. It doesn't seem like him.

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