
Along the way, Arkan kept thinking about what he wanted to tell Damar. Starting from where, to what extent will he give the opportunity for the man to fix everything. If they can not be together, at least they can forgive each other and let go of every incident that exists between them.
As Prissa said yesterday, if the opportunity that Arkan gave to Damar and Anggi might not be able to make them together, but able to make them recapitulate what happened yesterday.
Both lives are long. They were very young when they got married and divorced. Both of them still had the chance to enjoy a happier life, rather than having to wail at the old wounds. Let time heal everything as it is. Although there was still a hole in their hearts, at least they had already come out of that hole and stepped forward to find their other happiness. There must be, and Arkan is pretty sure of it.
"Gue. might not focus on what you want to say. Today I was fucked again. I wanted to go to my son's grave. Just, because it's inappropriate, I went to the club and just came back now."
Damar snorted to himself, and rubbed his back hair in frustration.
"Let me take five minutes, I'll handle all your talk well,"
Damar then entered the open elevator. Arkan, who seemed to agree on the request of the man who wanted to spend another five minutes.
In silence, Arkan followed Damar who was standing in the middle of the elevator. Then, the two remained silent until finally the transport machine arrived on the floor where Damar had lived all this time.
With his footsteps dragging, Damar invites Arkan to enter his apartment unit.
Then, without speaking, the two sat on the sofa in the living room of Damar, which Arkan immediately circulated his gaze for a moment to all directions.
"Lo lives alone?" draw Arkan to Damar, whose former best friend is leaning his head against the body of the sofa.
"Yes,"
"Why aren't you the same old man? Emang nyokap lo agree lo stay-"
Unfinished Arkan spoke, Damar furiously stood up from his spot after taking a deep breath for a while.
"Gue grab a quick drink," said the man flatly, but still looking so lethargic as he walked towards the kitchen, leaving Arkan alone in the living room.
Not long after, Damar returned to meet Arkan while carrying two cans of soda in his hands.
"Gue is just this," he said, putting a can of the drink in a slightly rough manner in front of Arkan.
Woahs…. From here alone, Arkan could read that Damar was upset with him.
Wh why? Is it because it talks about Damar's mother who is super chatty and cruel? As far as Arkan from Prissa, Damar was keeping a distance from his own mother because it had become a thorn in his relationship and also Anggi. Is it true, now Damar can stay away from Aunt Ranti, who incidentally is the person who has always been a mainstay for the life of Damar and the mistakes that follow him from behind?
It's really unbelievable.
Slightly grinning, Arkan shook his head and opened the can of drink in his hand. He sipped the cold drink several times, before finally returning to Damar who seemed to be enjoying the soda drink in his hands.
"So.. you want to say what?" asked Damar directly, without looking at Arkan at all.
"Gue listen, you sick?"
Instantly, Damar's hand that was twirling his soda galango fell silent like a petrification.
"Say, you're depressed?"
"Lo happy?"
"Huh?"
Damar, who had been silent, did not move, slowly raised his gaze towards Arkan and saw the man's eyebrows slightly raised.
"Lo just wanna make sure it's doang?"
Somewhat grinning, Damar sipped back the soda drink he had in his hand after snorting for a while.
"No…. I'm an elo, what?" refute Arkan casually, throwing his gaze in the other direction.
"Basic crazy!"
"Gue is crazy," Sambar Damar suddenly, drawing Arkan's attention again to glance at him.
"Gue don't know where this news came from. Either because of your concern for me, or indeed by chance there are people who know this the same lo, but it's true. I was sick, "Damar looked down at Arkan's flat face with the look of his eyes that looked so lethargic. There is no passion for life, as if dying is better for the soul and body.
"But I have not been able to make it die and meet my son with a situation that is like this," continued Damar again, like going to cry by staring straight at the floor of his apartment made of marble.
"Emang, you think, if you die, you will meet your child, so? Hmph! Very pede, lo!" arkan's insinuation, made Damar look strangely at him.
"There is no story of the devil going to heaven! Lo it's not worth it," added Arkan again painfully, suddenly making Damar pause for a moment and laugh withstanding the pain.
Aye, right. What Arkan said is true. There are many sins that must be redeemed first in the world. It felt, it would be too easy for him to just die, while there was an unhealed wound that he had already inflicted into the hearts of many people. Moreover, it is someone who used to love him more than his love for himself.
Angels.
Ah, it feels like Damar wants to cry again the time he has wasted with Anggi. If it could be repeated, he wanted to go back in time when he had not met the woman. He planned not to disturb the woman at all. Throwing his gaze in the other direction when Anggi came to his school first, and tried to ignore the girl while walking in front of him when he came home from school.
But, after all, it felt impossible. Rice has become porridge. His son had also returned to the bosom of God. So, what else can Damar do other than contemplate his fate?
"Gue knows what's inside your narrow brain right now,"
Damar turned his head slightly towards Arkan who was looking at him.
"Gue is sure, what is in your brain will not be able to change anything that has happened," continued the man again flat, flat, still fixedly staring at the eyes of Damar who I like a confused person.
"Keep, how am I supposed to?" asked Damar laughing a little - more precisely grimacing - while gulping down the drink in his hand.
"Gue will help you," said Arkan suddenly, as if not thinking long at all, to make Damar's body freeze instantly.
"Gue.. will try to help you to Anggi."
Seriate