"Yes, Putcha." He showed me his elbow. That's a bandage.

"Happy? I hit the bike. Are you okay?" He asked angrily.

"Let's cure it again," I begged but he just confronted me.

"Don't interfere, Raffa. Because whatever you do, everything you want to bring will never come back." He turned away from me and continued the cook.

I just want to say goodbye, but why is he so angry? Can't it really be restored?

I looked at the table and my forehead was very wrinkled.

"What are you cooking food?" I asked but he didn't answer me. So I just approached the stove and peeked at what he was cooking....