Beyond the Birch Grove

g digestion work quietly for about an hour, and as he often did

this moment. The wind blowing strongly also moved the hut where Oliver used to sleep, making a resounding noise, hitting the thin wall of Kovu's bedroom while his heart shook with a spasm, bringing him back to reality. Five minutes later, the rain came down in torrents. Kovu stood in front of the window, watching the lightning in the sky and listening to the rumble of thunder. Large pieces of hail shining intensely, as with the light with which diamonds shine internally, covered the entire area behind the cabin in white. As usually

u have to cross the wheat field to immerse in it, but few people even dare; strange things happened there, and everybody tried to avoid getting inside. Spreading for

was about 40 minutes away on foot; it was there where they stocked up on provisions, and

is part of the world. To the right side of the window was a straightforward medium-sized table with a wooden chair where Kovu did his schoolwork, and at the top, hanging on the wall, Kovu had a portrait of his beloved father, which made Kovu feel like a poor abandoned pet, every single time he looked at it. All alone, discarded, and chained in the backyard of a house wi

at existed in the region, and the economic recession in which the

d no choice but to leave home and head south 250 kilometers away to work in the coal mines. Arduous work is still the only way out for low-income fami

d on the door, and Ki

aid with a smile and tend

ired, slim, with an elegantly long and delicate neck

e, come in," Kiara told them,

nd Ashley and James used to pay th

e four at eighteen; however, despite the age difference, Ashley, Kovu, and he were in the same school grade (it could be indicated here that J

th could have been stronger. His hair was blonde, and his brown eye

s entered, opening the door to Kovu's room with a slam, causing Kovu's

apidly, galloping wildly l

to knock on the door!

ter, told him, "Calm down, don't act like that, loser; why are you so nervous? Are you still

Enzo, I swear that if he tries to hit me

hrooms. He had suffered a tremendous beating from Enzo and his gang, and it was not t

early tomorrow morning, I'll break his face myself, and it's better that none of the cowards he hangs

d a laugh in unison, more out of nervousness than

es's response, and the sound of the ringing of a small bell could also be heard in hi

th your sister

in the universe, although he had met only a few in his short life. And besides, he re

m abruptly without knocking. An

omised today to teach me

n the center of the room

the loser out to

e the cabin talki

r with Ashley, began the journey towa