The morning sun rose slowly over the eastern horizon, its golden light spilling across the land, while the cool breath of spring brushed gently against my skin.
I sat on the terrace beside Rima, watching Daisy play in the backyard with Bamby, Arimby, and the little blue bird she had named Biru.
"Haah… does she hate me?" I sighed, letting my head fall onto the table.
"Don't be so dramatic," Rima replied lazily, a sly smile tugging at her lips as she flipped through the morning newspaper. "There's no way Daisy hates you."
Two Weeks Earlier
The moment Rima and I stepped into the backyard, we heard Daisy's faint groan from inside the house.
My chest tightened instantly. My heart began to pound.
Without thinking, we rushed inside.
When we pushed open the door—
BANG!
The sight before me made my entire body loosen in relief.
"Ahahaha… that tickles, Biru!" Daisy laughed happily, playing with a small blue bird.
So that was it.
She was perfectly fine.
