The Wild And Flower

Five Years

Five years passed so quickly. Damar did not know the last time he enjoyed the fresh air in the morning because he could not go home. He forgets what freedom feels like because of years of hiding in the rutans. Perhaps all the policemen who declared his freedom were equally astonished because he was the only inmate who was most visibly unhappy on the last day of his sentence.

Today, Celine had even confronted him in front of the police station. And now they decided to speak in the city park after five years. Because Damar refused anyone who visited the prison.

A few minutes passed, Celine was engrossed in her cell phone. But then he showed the screen to Damar. "This is one thing I really want to tell you."

Damar's eyes were wide. "What does that mean?" her question was surprised to see the news headline that Celine showed. Murder news.

"The girl you hit back at that time, her name was Diantha Rakayla. The same faculty lo. And you know why he was in an accident back then? He ran away again for stabbing his own lecturer." Celine explained. "Gue really wanted to tell you from the beginning. But you always refuse to meet anyone until five years. You jerk, lo." The girl stared at the amber, but in the end she felt relieved to be able to talk to Damar again.

Damar smiled wryly.

"So I just want to say, maybe he was planning suicide before he met you. He said he was actually a good son. It must be weird to suddenly be caught killing people." Celine secretly knows clearly the guilt that continues to haunt Damar.

But now the man's expression is hard to understand. I don't know what's on his mind now.

"Gue wants to go to the girl's grave" Damar said suddenly. "Gue hasn't been able to say good-bye to him."

Damar's words made Celine comment on a relieved smile.

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Damar entered a flower shop. He did not know what to do when visiting someone's grave. But at least bring flowers is the right choice rather than empty hands. But unfortunately, the store owner had just told him that the flowers in his store had been ordered.

Damar was agitated because there was no other flower shop around. He had no idea but to beg the store owner to give even a little.

"Mas, I'm so sorry that the flowers are really running out. But I have an alternative if you want. I'll get it for a second." The guard took something from his desk drawer. "It's a flower seed, maybe it can be used as a substitute. Don't pay, Mommy."

The shopkeeper gave some seeds stored in the folds of a piece of cloth neatly. Damar received the seed with a look of wonder. But in the end he was relieved that he did not carry empty hands. "Thank you, Ma'am," he said sincerely.

Damar arrived at Diantha's tomb and planted the seed with a shallow surface. He then took out a piece of shabby paper from his pants pocket. The letter Diantha left for her before her death. The man then buried the paper with the seeds that had been buried in the ground.

"Gue doesn't know how heavy your life used to be. But please be happy in your new life." Damar said softly, then laughed thinly. Laughter empty. There were a lot of things he should have said, but his tongue was muddled.

Damar eventually left the cemetery. The drizzle began to descend, as if intentionally watering the seed he had just planted. The man propelled his motor with a feeling of emptiness. Suddenly, many questions disturbed him.

The rain is getting heavier. He lost his concentration.

The feeling that made him lose control like five years ago still feels the same. However, Damar has now also lost control to save himself.

And then, a tronton hit him until his body was slammed into the asphalt.

His body instantly numb. Damar's consciousness is getting more and more faint.

......................

The man opened his eyes. He saw a familiar ceiling, but did not remember for sure. Then a man's voice came from behind the door. Shortly afterwards, a door knob was opened. The voice was getting closer, now followed by the voice of a woman behind him.

"Woy, are you aware?"

Damar turned his head slowly to the source of the voice. The man in a relaxed style welcomed Damar's return to the conscious. Revan, his friend in the biker gang. The man who always looked striking with his slick hairstyle, was now red. The last time he saw her at a match, the man dyed his hair blue sapphire. He was no wonder his habit of changing his hair color.

Now the woman next to Revan is coming along. Celine Apparently. The girl's appearance will always change completely if she enters the racing environment. Thick eyeliner will decorate his eyes, not forgetting the bold lipstick that makes him more fierce. Celine looked like a different person to her appearance as she picked her up from the police station. "Now, drink first, Mar." The girl took a glass of water on the nightstand.

"This ... Where am I?" ask Damar doubtfully.

"Hospital. Ah, I've been like a soap opera you use 'gue where—gue where' everything," chirped Revan.

Something is strange. Damar looked around. Then his gaze stopped on Celine. He gulped down a glass of water, then silently watched. Especially his current appearance. Of course Damar is no stranger to his different appearance like that. Then he glanced at his long hair in a wavy style.

Damar remembered when he met Celine a moment ago, his hair was short. Although meeting Celine without makeup is common, but this change in appearance still feels strange.

"With hair extensions?" ask Damar to make sure.

"Don't joke," Damar concluded seriously. "Wasn't it right when we met you had short hair?"

"Huh? Lo what the hell is that?" Celine was confused, and so was Revan.

"Don't be so joking. You just picked me up in front of the police station."

"I swear, Damar. I don't know what to say" Celine complained confusedly.

"Don't you still ngigo huh lo? Why are you at the police station?" Revan can't stand being grabbed.

"I was jailed for five years. You don't know, Van."

The two men glanced at each other. Then he looked back at Damar suspiciously. "Times?" whispered Celine hesitated.

"Don't you have a concussion" Revan guessed.

"Gue seemed to fall quite hard anyway fit out of the tomb," muttered Damar. “But,-” greeting Damar cut by Celine who interrupted.

"Huh? Where's the tomb from?" Celine suddenly dizzy.

"Lo's falling right on the line, bro. It's not strange that this kind of thing happens. I think you're in total shock, deh." Revan swooped his eyebrows in wonder.

Falling during a match is not strange. But strangely, he was not in the match.

Damar then regained his senses, he touched his face. Bizarrely. There was no injury. Though he believes the accident destroyed the front of his helmet. And even more strangely, where did his whiskers and thin beard that had grown unkempt for five years go? Did the doctor shave it?

"Just a minute, deh." Celine suddenly interjected. "Gue wants to pay the seminar bill." He played his phone after the flat object let out a notification sound.

"Lo go to college again, Cel?" Damar asked increasingly confused.

"Huh? What about college again? I'm also level two."

Damar widened his eyes. An unreasonable question immediately popped into his mind. He remembered something. Especially this room, which has since felt familiar. Damar was in that room once, when he had an accident during a motorcycle race. It was all ... exactly five years ago.

"Cel, can you pinjem your phone for a second?"

Celine unhesitatingly gave it away even though her look was now astonished.

Damar looked at the date and year on the wallpaper of the woman's phone. His heart is beating twice as fast.

2023, five years ago. And August, three months before Diantha's death.

"It's still eight. Guys, get me to college right now!" damar's orders in a raucous voice. Seeing the bewildered faces of his two friends, the guy interrupted immediately. "Don't ask why. Anter me right now!" the door won't know.

The three of them finally headed towards the campus in Celine's car. No one dared to speak to see the face of Damar who looked not okay. Arriving at his faculty building, the man ran with limped steps towards his class. Celine and Revan follow suit.

Damar entered a room containing several students. He does not remember what courses are written on his schedule right now. He relied only on the memory of the room he often entered, and wished that the person he was looking for was there. The man surrounded the entire room in frustration until the people there looked at him in astonishment.

However, unfortunately ..the woman he was looking for was not there.

Damar staggered at the end of the room. He realized that his body was weak now.

Until then, the door of the room opened. Someone came in and walked towards the seat in the very back row. Footsteps that collided with the floor made Damar turn his head. The existence of the woman made Damar re-enforce his body. As the woman got closer, she widened her eyes. Damar stepped out his legs, narrowing their distance. Even though it was all a dream, this time he could not escape it.

Until then, the woman was right in front of him. Damar held both of his shoulders, his eyes fixed. Then his hands cupped those two cheeks. "Lo .. is still alive?" whispered slowly.

But a second later a thick book smashed his face until Damar staggered to the side. His head was suddenly migraine. But now Damar realized something. Everything feels real. Is all of that ... really not a dream?

He looked at the woman's face. Name Diantha. Diantha Rakayla's. The woman who should have died five years ago, was now standing tall before him. With widened eyes and gasping breaths, it was as if he had just managed to hit a thief who was stealing.

Surprisingly, it was able to make Damar smile. After his smile was completely extinguished for five years.