The Wild And Flower

Falsehood

Diantha did not know where the man named Damar came from. He found out that he was his classmate. And damn it, the man now seemed to be intending on her wherever she went. Whether in class, whether in the cafeteria, or random places like the stalls where he bought food, Damar seemed to be accidentally there too. For example, this morning, he accidentally sat next to Damar on the same bus. And as usual the man will greet with a similar sentence pattern. “Eh, Diantha? Do you like to ride this bus too?”

The bewildered Diantha had to respond to how, as usual could only nod in a forced manner.

“It so happens that I also like to ride the bus,” reply Damar while smiling widely, making Diantha glance small. Lies. Damar's overly made-up smile was very noticeable. His grimacing expression once in a while clearly explained that he was not familiar with his dregs and stuffy busses.

Diantha then decided to look back at the street and ignore it, but then a grandmother standing in front of them surprised her because no one helped her to provide a seat. Diantha stood up. “Mother, please sit in my chair. Coincidentally my place is soon until.”

Damar accidentally turned his head to hear Diantha's words, because they had just boarded the bus, and of course the distance of their campus was still quite far.

“Truly, neng? Well, thanks a lot, yes.”

“Sama-sama, Mom. Here I hold the shopping first,” reply Diantha while helping the woman sit down. He then accidentally looked at Damar who had been staring at him. Diantha did not know why Damar frowned at her.

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It's been about a week Damar always went to college, and some information he's been getting. He knew clearly that was not enough information to support Diantha's suicide motive. But the truth is frustrating enough. For he himself is sick of hearing the words of an insane mouth. Out of nowhere initially rumors about Diantha circulating. And Damar couldn't bear to stuff their mouths.

“Lo know yet the Diantha-Diantha was out of the lecturer project again? Wonderful, he must be the most sparse dapetnya.” There was talk of people passing behind his dining table in the cafeteria.

His friend chuckles. “She needs real money times. Ngurusin project gituan kan kipratan cuan also,” reply cynical.

“Yes but I think there are more pantes just that. Like campus ambassadors, mapres, they will obviously want to be proud of the campus. Lah this? It's really good to chase the money.”

Damar then turned to look at the faces of the carpenter, but then his eyes accidentally found a figure that always filled his mind lately. Diantha, who was behind the cafeteria room right behind the girls. And he continued to eat his food quietly as if he had heard nothing, as if the vile remarks about him had left no impact on him.

Damar couldn't stand it. He decided to stand up, bringing his remaining avocado juice half way to Diantha's seat. The girl who was busy eating her food immediately turned her head. He seemed a little surprised to finally meet Damar again. But as usual, he decided to continue his activities.

“Hai, Diantha? You can sit here, right? Coincidentally the cafeteria is full now,” Damar chirps, then drink the juice.

The girl looked at Damar. “Why are you lying?”

“I didn't want to accuse you. But that's too often. We always meet in unexpected places. And you also seem ready to say hello to me, but you always say it's a coincidence.”

Damar clenched his mouth, not expecting Diantha to finally say that. He thought that the girl would slowly accept his presence someday. But it seems he was wrong. Diantha's current gaze, as if to say that she was distracted, and she didn't like it. But Damar had no other choice but to be nearby to search for that answer. If it fails, what good is it to go back in time.

Damar was staring at Diantha. “Gue is lying,” he said slowly. “But for me it's the only way to deket same lo. It's the same, right? Lo also likes to lie.”

Diantha looked at Damar, provoked by his words. “Long?”

Sipping his juice, Damar nodded. “The closest example was this morning, you lied to pregnant women on the bus.” He tilted his face to look at Diantha who averted her eyes. “And yesterday, you lied if you helped the people behind you. You're not comfortable with them?"

Diantha smiled slightly. “If my lie can make someone get his right and make me able to interact with others in his place, I think it does not matter.”

“And if my lie can make us decet, I think it does not matter,” Damar reply.

Diantha now exhaled half a breath. “If you just want to mess with me, I can't. I'm not a girl who has time for you to play around like that. Sorry, you can find other more interesting girls.”

Damar swooped his brows, thinking for a moment. Ah, now he's starting to understand why Diantha doesn't like him to approach her. Maybe Diantha thought she was approaching him to be played with. She looked at him suspiciously, could anyone have done that to her before?

Damar thought for a moment to clear up the misunderstanding. He then looked back at Diantha while giving a smile. “Gue does not want to deketin lo kayak that,” he said convincingly. Diantha looked at him questioningly. “Gue want to meet lo.” Then the girl's forehead creased.

“Temen?”

Damar nodded while showing his geligian. “Mau, right?” tanyanya. “Anu, I actually need diligent cement like lo, let me be diligent,” he continued reassuring.

Diantha scratched her nape doubtfully. He sighed, seemingly thinking for a moment. Until then the phone on his desk sounded the notification, and his attention was distracted instantly.

Damar quietly glanced at the chat display that appeared on the girl's phone screen. And his eyes were rounded at once seeing the name that appeared there.

Mr. Tama: Diantha, meet me at 1 o'clock.