Damar: Love Is On The Way
Fate or Destiny?

Hello, how are you? Sorry, but the story yesterday was a little short. Still thinking about his character. 😂😂😂 Ideas stuck, when thinking of a handsome man's name according to my imagination. Okay I finally chose the word 'Damar' (from the Javanese language which means lights/light/light) 😊😊. How do you think? I think it fits, anyway.😂😂😂

Okay, happy reading, yeah.

Pinnacle POV

The sun had already risen several levels from under the sky. Not so high. However, the sun looked very bright, brighter than the day before. I glanced at the golden watch in my right hand. The little golden needle just showed a fewer number eight.

I rushed out of the parking lot. Because it was still quiet, I decided to pull the gas at high speed. When can I drive in the parking lot? I gotta hurry. Although, the new office starts at nine o'clock in western Indonesia time. Now, there was still about fifty minutes left to arrive. Although the distance is not too far, I decided to bring the vehicle to be faster and cheaper and avoid traffic jams.

Buk!!! I'm glaring. I didn't see any cars running in front of me a few seconds ago but why did it hit him now? Where'd it come from? Shit, my favorite bike! I'm trying hard to get it. Now it's even scuffed.

If I can be honest, this is actually a used motorcycle. I can't afford it from the dealer directly. The price is still too high. Actually, I could have bought it by installments or credit or debt. Honey, I don't want to bother, it's not good to eat and sleep thinking about paying off debt when it's due. I just want to be happy. Having this bike, even though it used to make me happy.

I think Jihan deserves a thank you. Thanks to him, I had the chance to have a dream bike since college. Well, although not the latest but the important one has. That's it, that's enough.

I almost forgot. Now, I have to deal with the owner of the car that got hit. Not my fault actually. He was also guilty of suddenly turning without looking. I'm going straight. It seems like I have to make a report to the apartment manager about the lighting on the building's parking lot. It was too dark, but before that, I had to face the male owner of this car.

"You got no eyes? Can't you drive?" he said after slamming the door of his car. He walked around the front of his car. The man was wearing a black shirt, the ends rolled up to the elbows. Combined with black jeans and black sports shoes that are worn add to the masculine aura. He bent his body to make sure the front bumper of his car was not damaged.

Jeep car without cover. If in my village a car like this is widely used for offroad. It's just a little different. This car is too shiny if used for 'offroad'.

"Obviously, I passed first" I said, not to lose. I got off my bike and saw the position of the bike and the car. I'm not going to let him intimidate me just because he looks just as dazzling as his jeep.

"Look at my car being scratched, you have to replace it!" he said he was observing the impact. He lowered his head once more to make sure that the front bumper of his car was not damaged. There's just a little scratch. That's what I saw.

"Sorry, but it's just a small scratch, not to the dent, see my bike is also dented because it was hit by your car," I said glancing at the motor. He straightened his back and stood up, towering like an electric pole. I just realized that he was very tall. Die me!

"Alright, but you have to make restitution, anyway my car is a lot more expensive than your ugly bike!" he said arrogantly. This guy should be taught a lesson. I have to do something! Let's think! I let out a pissed breath. I really want to see that handsome face. In fact, he is handsome and annoying. I'm very upset. I felt smaller after getting his cruel look.

"Duh, sorry sir .., but you see yourself, right, my bike is also scuffed. This man is wrong, I am wrong!" I said with the remnants of my patience. If he still wants to argue and ask for compensation, I don't know anymore. He is also guilty, hopefully his brain can still work well and accept the logic that I just conveyed.

Now he looked at me from head to head. "Do you have a SIM?" tanyanya. Now he's even acting pretentious to interrogate like a cop. "Ahhh ..., you'll bribe so you can get a SIM?" he accused her of slashing the lips of a taunting sign. His cruel gaze turned into a strange gaze that was difficult to translate. But I know, he was mocking.

"Of course, you can bribe" I said furiously. His eyes were round for a split second, probably not believing what I just said.

I didn't mean to bribe or anything. But if you have to take care of your own SIM and that means you have to go home to the village. Not to mention the time, it took me more than a day to do it. My village located in other provinces can only be taken by plane one hour thirty minutes plus four hours by bus. Not to mention, taking care of the SIM can only be done on weekdays, Monday to Friday. This guy really knows how to make me angry. "Then, I can't bribe either, can I?" continue upset. Lost my patience with this old man. Unfortunately, he is not an old man, but his annoying nature is more than an old man.

"Based on a snot boy, not knowing manners," he said in a flat voice. His flat voice made me very upset.

"If so, why?" I said challenge him. I walked up to his car and kicked the front hard. Shit, my feet hurt. I lost my life in an instant because of this guy.

He pulled my arm tightly. I didn't even see when he stepped closer and now he's pulling my arm with the power of a man. Damnit damnit! I'm in big trouble!

"Let go!" my protest ripped my hand from his grasp. "Let go, my hands!" the grip of his hand grew stronger, my protest was in vain. "Let go of my hand or I scream!" my kind.

Before I opened my mouth again, he opened my mouth with his other hand. He pushed me and put me in jail in the middle of his big body and the body of a car.

"If you don't want to pay, you don't have to kick my car either, son". He said he clenched his teeth. His face was so close to my face. My heart beats faster than usual. "Your temperament is very dangerous!" he said in a soft but cold voice piercing the heart. His low voice just makes me cringe. I could hear the sound in my chest. Don't-don't he ....

Before I could think of it strangely, he let go of his grip. This guy is dangerous. I don't dwell on the car. "Where are the ID cards and SIM?" he said, extending his hand. He stood haughty with a safer distance than a few minutes ago.

"Un-for what?" i said stammered. I tried to calm my still stormy heart. I looked at him annoyed. It's my fault too. If only I had stayed calm as my friends taught me.

'No one would dare approach you if you did'.

I clearly remember the sentence Teguh said at that time. It seems, Teguh's speech was right. Damnit damnit! Now I believe even the words of Teguh.

"Where!" the man's words jolted me while my heart burst again. "Quick! ID card, SIM and your phone!" continues anxious.

I reached into my bag in annoyance. Took the ID card and SIM from my wallet and handed it to the man in annoyance.

"I'll hold your ID and SIM until you pay!" he said he entered my ID and SIM without seeing it.

"Ehh ..., can't, give it back!" I said I was trying to reach for his brown wallet but he blocked me and put it back in his pants pocket. "Oh come on, I'll replace it, but I'll give you my ID and SIM back, yeah?" I said negotiate. "If you don't want to, I can take you to the police."

"Oh please, but remember, you just tried to wreck my car!"

"Destructive? Is that not too much? Look, however you can't hold my ID and SIM, how about it go away? then ...,"

"KTP is safe!"

"It's none of my business!"

"Well, I have a hundred thousand, is this enough?" I said as I pulled the only sheet inside the wallet and stretched it out. The tall man didn't bully. "Oh come on, I can be late for work!" I forced. I reached out and hoped that he would receive it, giving me back my ID and SIM. It sounds difficult but it is possible, if the miracle happens. It doesn't matter if I don't have lunch today. It would have been better if not lunch but the ID card and SIM returned to my arms.

"Mobile! Give me your phone!" I finally know. My dreams are too hard to be true.

"No, I can't work without a cell phone". My protest is trying to protect the rest of the precious things I have. There's no way I'm giving it up, either. Although not a branded phone, the phone is still a mobile phone. Communication tool.

"I don't need your phone! I need your cell phone number!" he said with twitching lips. As if he could read my mind.

"Is this how you get your target female number?". My ejek. Maybe if I cut him off he'll undo his intentions. Who knows if that's true. He just makes excuses. And this little collision was also the result of his bulky wits alone. "I won't give you my phone number."

"Female targets? No kidding! A snot girl like you is not my taste. Now where's your phone?" he said while glancing at me from top to bottom and then back up again. While he still extended his hand. "I'll call you when my car's repaired."

"The scratches are not even bigger than the hair, there is no need to enter the workshop," I said trying to hide my reddened cheeks in embarrassment.

"You don't understand, even a small scratch can cause corrosion."

"If both corrode why buy an expensive car!" I said to myself.

"What?"

"Ahh .., no, it's okay."

"Mobile!" said firmly. He remembers my phone.

I reached into my phone in the bag and gave it to the man.

He received it and pressed a few numbers and then his own phone rang.

"All right, what's your name?" He said, returning my phone. He really didn't see my ID or SIM. If I had known from the beginning, I would have given my dead ATM card and the reading library card that I did not use.

"Just right" I said annoyed.

"Related?" Deuteronomy while furrowing eyebrows. He looked at me as if I had just appeared through the magic door of a doraemon.

"Yes, my name is Bening!" He rounded his eyes, looking at me fixedly from head to toe. Does he not believe that it is my name?

He cleared his throat and saved his phone. "All right, Bening, see you again."

"Basic stingy!" I said after he got in his car. I hope he doesn't hear. But it's good that he hears. Able to buy a shiny car like that but can not afford the cost of the workshop for small scratches. Hah .., it turns out there are also stingy people who do not want to lose like it.

After honking his horn, he disappeared into the street.

I gawk. Still can't believe what happened. I took a long breath. I turned my body around and went back on my bike pissed off. I wanted to curse in front of his face to vent my frustration.

A few minutes later I arrived at the office. Be late. Of course I'm late. And all because of that man. He even called me 'son' and 'snood girl'. I wonder why he knows I like snot. I mean, I'm allergic to dust and my nose must have melted. Like he said 'susan'. True snot. But I can handle it by carrying a tissue and a mask everywhere but 'Son' for God's sake, I am not the young teenager I want to be. I rolled my eyeballs.

It hurt as he said it directly in front of my eyes. Not that I want snot. Ahhh .., that's not what it means anyway. Forget it, but I'm still upset.

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Hi hi everybody. What was the first meeting with Damar. I didn't mention his name, but you can guess. Hahahaha.I hope to write more details and details about their accidental meeting.

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Tsubaki