The Wild And Flower

Plan

Diantha held tightly to her book with a breath of breath. His hands suddenly tremble. He could not help his surprise as the foreign man suddenly held onto his cheek. Only one phrase could describe the man in his mind now; insolent. He looked at the man fiercely. I don't know who she is, Diantha's never seen her in her class before. Ah, naw. He remembers seeing her once when the man was called for carrying a cigarette on campus while they were still in the department's orientation.

Diantha did not know if the rumors circulating quietly spread that badly. He said he persuaded the lecturers to follow their projects. He said he was being deceived. He has always been quiet because all the rumors about him are not true. He was always silent because he did not know how to deny it. People just want to hear what they want to hear. However, he never expected, there were people who would take advantage of the rumors about him and dare to touch him carelessly.

And Diantha hates people like that.

But again, he couldn't say anything. Again, when everyone was looking at him and whispering behind him like he was today, there was nothing he could do. Diantha could only retreat and decided to flee.

But then something stopped his pace.

A strange boisterous sound that suddenly exploded made Diantha turn around. The woman was wide-eyed to see the master she had just broken into her heart lying unconscious.

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Damar again awoke from his long sleep with a dizzy head. He woke up and looked around. It was clear he was in the hospital. Maybe, again. But now he is confused. The gir in his brain suddenly spun violently thinking about the possibility that was happening to him. It could be, he had only dreamed of meeting Diantha again. Yeah, that's the most reasonable possibility right now. He breathed his disappointed breath.

Apparently, it was impossible for such an impossible thing to happen.

The sound of the door opening made Damar look over. Celine and Revan. The man turned his eyes away with no interest.

“Who is that girl?”

Until Revan's question made him look. “Means?” ask Damar to make sure.

Revan breathed. “Ya girl who thumped you used the book earlier.”

“So ... That was not a dream?” ask Damar doubtfully.

“Yes, bego. Lo aja thumped until fainted again gini,” replied Revan with a tone full of emphasis.

Damar held his throbbing head. He breathed heavily. “Guys, I'm so confused. I've really done something weird.”

“What's weird?” celine is curious.

“You know why I met this girl? I know this may be a strange twist. But I actually hit him once. And that's why I was in prison for five years. When I was free, I went back five years. Nowow. I should have been in the hospital because of an accident that had run out to his grave.” Damar explains the oddity, hoping one of them knows the answer to his confusion.

“Lo sure you don't want X-rays? It looks like a concussion, deh.” Revan looked at Damar with a concerned look.

Unfortunately, Damar's hope was dashed instantly.

“Why not go straight?” Now Celine chimed in. He then took the apple from the fruit basket stored on the nightstand, and gave it to Damar. “Nih, eat first, who knows if his ngigonya. From the girl, tuh. What was his name? Diana's? He said he was sorry to hit the head of lo.”

“Diantha,” Error Damar.

Damar returned Revan's gaze half annoyed. But then he could only stop. Although everything that has been experienced is real, it is impossible for people today to believe so easily with such an unusual thing.

“Start tomorrow I diligently enter class,” said Damar origin. Celine and Revan were now looking at him in wonder. “Gue has a crush on girls, why? Wrong if I want to deketin?” Damar again said so. At least, it made more sense than he said.

Celine narrowed her eyes. “Say from earlier, cake. Fancied just saying has a crush what's hard? Pake condiments ngarang all.”

“Gue tau lo new this time fancied girls, but not as much, anjir.” Revan.

Damar smiled faintly. That one lie, somehow feels more like a plan.

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Eight o'clock, first hour of class. Something that had been foreign to Damar. He did not expect to return to that place. The place he hated all this time, because there was always his father's face everywhere. The rector of the campus who never acknowledged his existence as if they were on two different sides of the world. He hated the place, but could not get out of it. The only reason why he kept his name on the list was his mother. Her mother was always the happiest celebrating Damar's graduation. The man at least wanted to make her up there happy once again.

Now the man opened the door of a crowded room. There are only about five minutes left before the lecturer enters the class. And his eyes quickly searched for Diantha's existence. Then he found the woman in the back row. Damar's smile expands. He hurried to sit beside her. Damar rested his head on his arm, staring at Diantha who was focusing on reading a book.

Until then the girl turned her head, then her eyelids expanded.

Damar greeted Diantha's shock with a smile. “Hai,” sweep.

Diantha turned her eyes. He pushed back the focus on reading his book. But Damar knew the girl was pretending to avoid him.

“I ... apologize for yesterday.” Diantha opened the sound with a vibrating rhythm. Damar now closed his mouth. Bizarrely. He could feel that the girl was now frightened.

Before long, Diantha stood up carrying her bag and books. The girl then moved to a bench not far in front of her. Damar sighed, his guess was right.

However, a few minutes after that, a girl who had just entered the classroom approached Diantha's bench. His face looks unhappy.

“Lo is really nice, anyway. I usually sit here. Your myopic eyes don't see the eraser on this table? That means someone tagged anjir.” The woman's voice rang to Damar's ears, making him frown.

“Sorry, sorry, yes. I don't know. I'm moving now.” Diantha bowed her body, then returned to the bench beside Damar. But now he keeps his distance.

Damar was frowning his forehead. There was something he could not accept. Especially the treatment of this person and Diantha's reply. Is there always a person who acts like it and a person who always tells it like that?

His daydream was forced to stop when a lecturer entered his class. No other and no, he is Tama Wijaya, someone who Damar is waiting for his presence. He then wondered if there might be a possibility for a girl like Diantha to kill that person. Until then the whispers that sounded loudly disturbed Damar's hearing.

“This one, right? Who teased Diantha?”

Pupil Damar widened. He then glanced at Diantha, watching the girl silently clench her hands tightly, until her knuckles turned white and cold sweat soaked her palms.