They both went out on the fence that day. On the way back home to many places, I met a nomad. It's weird how ridiculous it looks. The man looked at them and suddenly smiled. Darji had a lot of fun seeing his smile and the odd gesture. He approached and said, what are you laughing about?
Likewise, I was laughing so hard.
He started laughing again. Darji asked, "Will you go with us to our house?" Will eat us there tonight, it will be fun.
Kuzu said, "I'll go."
They brought Kuzunta to the store. She kept her in the shop and bought a few things she needed at night. Fried fish, bread, lemon and long one-sided cucumbers.
At night the three men began to eat and drink. One time Darjeel's wife looked big for fun and took a piece of fish and put it in her puppy's mouth. Betty is a small man. Such a big piece of fish does not stick to his mouth anymore. But there is no way to cast it. Darji's wife grabs his hand with his face. By Allah's sake, eat, otherwise I will be very angry.
After a lot of trouble, he was able to swallow a piece of fish. But the danger could not be avoided. There was a bone in the neck. And the man died instantly.
Darji and his wife saw that the man was dying, helpless before their eyes. Looked, but could do nothing. Writing of destiny. Otherwise, why or why would they bring him home? And why would his wife bend over the head of a lifeless joke. It feels like he died.
To Be Continued...
