Damar: Love Is On The Way
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Pinnacle POV

The drizzling sound that fell on the leaves rhymed like a song.  The rain had fallen since Bening set foot in his hometown. The city of birth is also a place to grow and grow. A beautiful green city on the slopes of Mount Semeru, Lumajang. The best iron sand producing city in Indonesia. The most famous banana producing city in Indonesia, banana mas kirana. Its location near an active volcano makes the area fertile. Most of the villagers are farmers.

The phone I held rang for the third time. Same number and name, Damar. He's been trying to contact me many times since noon.

I sighed softly and exhaled violently, deciding to pick up the phone as it was impossible to avoid Damar forever. This game of hide and seek that I do unilaterally will also not help solve the problem with Damar. There's really no problem at all. My car business and ID card confiscated by lekaki withoutam which is now increasingly annoying is also done but still terrorizes me.

"I'm at the door" he said in an impatient tone as soon as the connection was connected. I rolled my eyeballs but didn't touch them. "Hurry and open the door!" his orders were still in the same tone. Fortunately, I took the initiative to return home. If not the tall man who managed to make me emotional every time I met would definitely squander the apartment door.

"Go home!" my advice. I am lazy to tell you where I am. Besides, he shouldn't know my daily agenda.

"I will wait," he said again, excited. "What time are you home?" he ignored my words. I took a slow breath and regulated my emotions. Setting my tone so as not to be provoked by the emotions that suddenly hit me. This stubborn man did not understand human language. I've been gently driven still stubborn.

"Look, today I'm not going home," I said gently. I'm sure Damar understands what I mean. He's just wasting time. I'm not going to see him. At least until Monday.

"All right, tomorrow I'll pick you up." I could hear her breathing. No more words came out of his mouth.

I understand the meaning of his words. Tomorrow, Saturday afternoon is the event of his nephew and I was invited, not by his nephew's mother but by Damar's mother. How else, I have applied for a sudden leave of absence to Leon, a friend and boss at work.

"I can't" I said after a short pause. I couldn't let Damar go back to the apartment and wait for me again. I had to throw him out of my life. Just soon!

"But you promised!" said hunting. His voice is louder.

"I never promised, I just said I'd consider it" I pleaded for Damar's accusation. I never promised to accompany him. I just said I'd reconsider, that's for her mother. I never agreed to go with him. I've decided not to get involved in a self-crafted play. I don't want Damar to wish me. Nah! Instead, I'm the one who doesn't want to expect more from her charade. Because there's very little chance of not falling for him, and his good family.

"really?"

"Please don't involve me in your family drama anymore, Damar!" I'm pasting. At least I have to say it before everything is out of control. I don't want my life to turn into a much-loved tivi soap opera. I'm enjoying my life right now even without the drama of love. The new chapter containing my love story is far ahead, perhaps. Nothing future is certain. The wind can change direction at any time. One thing is for sure, everyone who lives will die.

My life in Jakarta alone was enough to be a novel story. If I have to add Damar, I'm not ready. There's still a lot I have to prepare and the damar hasn't counted.

"We've agreed, you'll help me." Damar was adamant that the deal was still in effect after the dinner. Or perhaps, it was indeed a character in his blood that liked to impose wills.

"Only once!" my firmness.  I can't keep weighting. I feel uncomfortable having to lie all the time. Lifting is a difficult job for me. I refuse to lie.

I reminded that show. I will get back my ID and SIM by accompanying Damar to dinner with his parents and done.

"But my mom likes you." I rolled my eyeballs at Damar's words. For God's sake, I also liked the woman but was it enough to hold on to Damar's side as her female companion and nothing more than a charade. I don't like any theatrics in real life. There are more tears and sadness than laughter. Just thinking about it makes the body ache. I want a happy life accompanied by laughter from the heart not just on the lips.

"Fuck your mother," my hard drive was rude. There was no sound, Damar did not comment and I had to pull my phone and make sure the connection was still connected. "I'm sorry, I ..," I said after realizing my mistake. My tongue was choked, I could not say anything true except swear. I started to lose my patience when I talked to Damar. "Room ... "  Silent for a while. I pulled my phone again and stared at the lighted screen, the connection still connected. The seconds are still running.

"I'm not sure ...," I said floating. I don't want to share any information about my return to the village or my return to Jakarta. I didn't want to have that strange feeling of suddenly alighting after hanging out with her a few times.

A handsome man seems to belong to many people. A lot of women are going to be her lover.

"So, when are you back?" reworked. I can imagine him holding back his anger by gnashing his teeth.

I sighed softly. The drizzling sound was still the song of the shahdu that afternoon.

"Okay, maybe Monday afternoon ..," I said a little guilty. Maybe Damar was well-intentioned by worrying about my whereabouts. Or maybe I was thinking too much about the possibility that might happen between me and Damar. Or just my wishful thinking. "Broom, I ... "

Connection interrupted. I looked at him without a sound. Is he angry? What if he's angry? I haven't even had time to apologize for that supposed curse. Damnit damnit! Why is my mouth faster. I have no intention of being rude but this man ...

I stood at my place, staring at the smartphone that was already off its screen. Great, now the guilt is starting to linger. At least I feel guilty for not giving him the news first. I disappeared because I didn't want to attend her family's events without consulting her first. I was too scared to meet his big family. I'm afraid this feeling will grow into flowers of love.

I dismissed all the hypotheses and rushed into the room. Dropping yourself in a hard mattress because it's eaten old and cold air.

I stared at the ceiling without really enjoying it.

'Is he angry with me? He must be angry and not want to see me.'

Arg ... I want to scream. If Damar is really angry and doesn't want to see me again because of the expensive sell-off. I should be happy, but why would I feel a little unwilling and hope that he would come after me. Duh ... What's wrong with me?

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Hello everyone, sorry yes, the episode is rather short. Btw, do not forget likes and comments yes, votes can also be.

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Nina K's.