Manira /Damar Scouts

Episode 55's

Short episode version of the novel “Senandung HOMESU under the Broken Moon Wings”

Damar Jurors

By: Elmira Arasy Rahman

Episode 55's

Gibran was silent, contemplating.

Tuuttt....... jenggjizzz..... jengjiz. Gibran was awakened from his daydream. He looked to the left, there was no one. Apparently he had just been hallucinating about Manira. He thought it was as if Manira was in front of him. But despite the hallucinations, all Manira conveys is true and enough to bully Gibran's heart to rise.

“True, if dogs alone can be so valuable, why do I who is a human feel that I am worthless? Am I not better than a dog? If the victims of plane crashes, cruise ship sinking and so on are likely to be corpses still sought and considered very valuable, why do I who are still alive and sane consider that I myself am worthless?” his grunts in heart finally found a way to realize that he WAS IMPORTANT.

Manira's words change Gibran's way of thinking. He began to find his spirit and felt that he really had to get up. He's not dead yet. He doesn't want to be like a drowning man. He had to get up, move around and show everyone that he was still alive. He's not a loser and he hasn't lost.

Gibran looked at the train tracks below the tunnel while strengthening his resolve. He thought about what he had to do to get up. Unknowingly his hand was holding a plastic bottle, a trace of mineral water. He looked at the blue bottle. I wanted to start selling drinks at the station. But then he said,

“If the business is small, then the result must also be small,” the grunts then squeeze the plastic bottle and throw it down.

A shiny white sedan suddenly parked behind Gibran still standing on the bridge. Gibran was curious, he looked at the luxury car and saw who had come. It turns out that women are beautiful, dressed in white. Gibran was silent between sure and not. He was afraid that this was just his hallucination just like before.

“Why?” manira asked, astonished to see Gibran staring at her.

“E..” Gibran. He was convinced that this time Manira was really in front of him. “I just think... If the business is small, the result must also be small. If we do something big, the result will also be bigger,”

“Means?”

“I don't want to be a traveling candy seller in a car. I also do not want to rise to the position just from a broomstick to a security. I want more of that,”

Manira understands that Gibran has regained his spirit to rise. He was happy to see his friend, finally thinking of something for his future. He was like someone who had just slept a long night and once he woke up he was full of spirit as if he wanted to conquer the mountain before him. It's opportunity. Manira was unwilling to waste this opportunity to further burn Gibran's spirit. He was in his spirits and there had to be someone who welcomed him with open arms, believing that he could do something great, instead of downplaying him or laughing at him.

Seriate....