Damar For Kinanti

the Haikal

A few days later, Kinanti spoke to her mother again, asking her what her mother would think if she decided to marry Haikal.

Mother's answer remains the same..

whatever it is from Kinanti happy, but mother still does not want Kinanti in a hurry, let alone they have just met.

Haikal also often talked to Kinanti's mother, many things they discussed, including Kinanti's adoptive brother, once the mother called Damar to be introduced to Haikal.

Mother said the family is in the shade of Damar, so any decisions taken by Kinanti later the foster brother must be told.

Haikal agreed, he promised he would definitely talk directly with Kinanti's adoptive brother whose name is Damar.

" What are you doing? go home. This already wants magrib.." said Kinanti told Haikal to go home.

" I still want to be here." Haikal replied,

" Gosh, at least come home from work straight home, don't come here,

I'd like to know the neighbors..?!" Kinanti was upset for a long time too, his uniform was enough to make the neighbors pay attention to this house every time Haikal entered.

" Please go home..?! is there still tomorrow Kal?!" Kinanti looked at Haikal seriously.

" Hemm. ya have it. I go home then, tomorrow I picket. maybe the day after I play here again.." he said,

" Well, it's up to you." replied Kinanti then.

" You're healthy, Dam? how's sister? is he healthy too? you're keeping it well?" Aji smiled, though,

then waving at Damar, the look in his eyes contained a lot of longing as well as hope,

" Be careful.I tipped Kinanti.." the soft voice echoed, as if it would want it to be right in the notice, he said,

Aji then turned around from before Damar who was somehow silent, while throwing a smile again Aji walked away, and disappeared among the thick fog.

Damar woke up, half aghast.

The dream, as usual, felt real as if Aji was coming and talking.

" Uhh.." Slowly, while touching his chest, it was very painful.

" Don't do this to me.." Damar bowed while cleaning the corner of his eyes from tears that fell when he slept earlier.

" I can no longer take care of your sister...

let someone else take care of her.." Damar bowed deeper, while covering his face with both palms, it felt very frustrating.

Shortly after he calmed down, he got up from his bed, walking towards the terrace.

He sat down and looked at the workers who were ready to turn.

Damar then floated his gaze on a large mountain that always greeted him as he sat on the porch of the house,

around it surrounded by a tight green hill without gaps.

Sure enough, this village is a pretty cool and cool place, the scenery is always beautiful, whether it is morning or afternoon.

The mountain was like waving a wave, though,

" Rise up. ascend." maybe the mountain will say so if it can, Damar thought.

But the trauma was so great, he did not have the guts to go up the mountain anymore.

He has lived as a coward for years.

In the middle of his daydream, suddenly arrived HP damar rang,

there was a chat coming in, and it was from Kinanti, Damar read it quietly.

- I'm sorry to bother you..

but mom told me to tell you..

Alhamdulillahot..

someone asked me to get married..

and I've been considering it..

I wish I had come home, though,

- to see my future husband,

also to talk to my mother.."

Put that HP on the table, next to the chair Damar was sitting on.

The man's face suddenly looked different, his molars tightened for a moment,

he endured an unpleasant feeling.

In his breath many times, he wanted to calm down even though it was difficult.

Even his face looked so red now, though,

his entire body was in a sense of heat, including his face.

I don't know where the heat is coming from.

" It is good to marry." the voice of Damar raucous, and his fingers trembled again.

" Daddy?" Yoga who had just come walking half run towards Damar who was sitting down on the terrace, he did not look okay.

" Breathe in?!" yoga said, he held the wet and trembling palm of Damar's hand.

" My chest is sick." lamented Damar still with his voice.

" My chest hurts.." repeated again while closing my eyes.

Yoga pulled up Damar's Body and took him inside, laying him half-sitting on the sofa.

" What do you think, Mas? I didn't warn you, don't think too hard..

every time you think the weight of your symptoms pops up, and it's like when you're having a nightmare.."

Yoga looked at Damar with an anxious expression, it was up to this kind of symptoms, but Damar still did not want to seek treatment, what he had to do, it was impossible for him to just shut up and keep his eyes closed.

" Please, listen to me. We need to get you right" said Yoga,

" You want me to end up in a mental institution?" damar's voice was half whispered.

" no?! you will not mas. mas can heal slowly..

just want to. and accept the treatment.."

" I don't want to." Damar replied still with his eyes closed,

" Just give me the medicine to get sick in my chest." he added.

" But the possibility of pain that mas feel is not medical pain mas.I am afraid of giving the wrong drug and even bad for your body..

we're going to a psychiatrist, right??" the Yoga,

Damar shut up, then shook his head slowly.

" Come on, you're a lecturer,

you know exactly what happened to you..

don't deny it..?!"

Damar was silent, he did not answer the word Yoga, but also did not agree.

He knew he was suffering from severe trauma.

But the last time he went to a psychiatrist, he was even reluctant to take the prescribed medication.

" Why else is Yog?" ask stepmother Damar when Yoga walks through the front yard of Kaila's house.

" It's okay budhe." replied Yoga smiling at a glance.

" Ah, her face just doesn't look good, don't let her have a chronic illness or anything, try to check her out either..

men are sick all the time..!" comments from stepmother.

Yoga is smiling,

" i went home first budhe.." pamitnya then and soon passed, he was lazy to talk a long time with Kaila's mother.

His job is only to corner and look for other people's mistakes.

Fortunately, Kaila is not like her mother,

he is more obedient to Damar, and easily sympathizes with others.

" Weh! whiz papa?!" Yoga hugged her son, and carried him inside the house.

Surely he did not want to pay attention to Damar further, but himself also messy, he also,

being a single father is not easy, but he has to deal with it even though sometimes he is tired,

not infrequently Yoga tries to dig up his past memory.

find again the thing that makes him excited when imagining the face of the woman first..

like the sweet things that happened between them and the beautiful things before he hurt the woman he sometimes missed..

Now the only memories stay memories, he chose the wrong wife, the wrong companion.

And there is no way for him to go back in time.