The Wild And Flower

Go and Go Home

“Jawab, Damar! Since when did you join the wild race gang?”

Damar only glanced at the small, lazy grunt. “Why did you really care about Damar's business? He said he did not care anymore Damar want to do it?” said insinuate.

Vishnu Saskara, the middle-aged man's name. His harsh nature will always be at odds with Damar. Whatever he said, Damar would always hear and remember his words. And unfortunately, the words that came out of the man's mouth were always words that Damar hated.

Now the man's face was flushed. “How dare you talk like that! Did Dad ever teach you to be this kind of dissident kid, Damar? Can't you be the same kid as a parent? Look at your brother, Janu! He's busy collecting achievements while you're even playing a little boy's kayak!”

“Yeah? How many times has Damar said, Janu is not Damar's brother!” pekik Damar was angry. “Keep Dad banding-bandingin Damar with other people's children!”

“He's already part of our family, Damar!” vishnu ride apakan.

“Since when? Only Dad would do that! Father destroyed our family! If you insist, please! Please consider Janu as your son! But Damar will leave this family!” Damar gritted his molars. The anger he had endured for so many years was as if it had broken apart instantly.

During his five years in prison, Damar still remembered that the man had never even come to see him. It stores a sense of disappointment that is increasingly piling up until too long. At least, for this time alone, Damar hoped that the man would prevent him from leaving. So that he knows there is still a little hope for him if his father still wants to maintain his small family.

“Droom! Been already! I'm really worried about you!”

Damar glanced towards the direction the voice was coming from. Janus. The man he hated. The man who suddenly came right after the death of his mother, and immediately stole all the attention of Vishnu until there was nothing left for him.

“Kids, Mas Vishnu. Yes, yuk. Let's eat first. Don't fight anymore, yeah.”

Now a woman's voice followed. Of course Janu's mother.

Damar grunts disgustedly. “Tante Ratih, thanks. But I'm leaving tonight.” Damar turned around and stepped towards his room. But a few seconds later Janu held his hand, making him turn around with emotions that instantly overflowed.

“Lo can't be selfish!” janu said loudly.

Damar. “Lo selfish talking? Same me? Ngaca, dog! You're selfish, caper, don't know yourself!”

“Jaga talk lo!” Janu yells. His hand was now spontaneously gripping Damar's collar.

Damar is now returning his grip. “Lo what else do you want from me?! You want to go, I'll get out of here! That's what lo!” means

“Janu! Damar!” The coach shouted worriedly. “Please! Mother please ... don't fight.”

Janu slowly took off the clutches of his hands looking at the worried face of Ratih. “Gue doesn't want anything from you. I just want to keep the attitude, mature little, want to until when do you nyari storm continue? Lo always just make our family atmosphere turbid.”

The man slowly walked into his room, without any time directly packing his things. He then glanced at the lecture books on his shelf. He almost forgot his goal of going home was to pick up the books, to help Diantha. Damar immediately put the books in his bag. The man snorted, staring back at the surroundings heavily. Eventually, he will leave the room. The room that holds her memories with her mother.

Damar came out of his room with the stuff he had packed. The man took a quick step, avoiding their gazes that felt tormenting to him. Janu's gaze that still ignites anger at him, Vishnu's cold gaze that he cannot understand, and Ratih's gaze that makes him hate. The woman is still trying to prevent it.

“Damar .. don't do this, son. Let's talk good again.” The woman was poring.

Damar snorted in annoyance. He was tired of hearing his voice. She still remembers how she teased her father even when his mother had just been buried. And even more disgusted, Ratih is his own mother's best friend. They were close long before his mother died. In Damar's eyes, the woman never changed.

“Droom! Wait, Nak!” The woman screamed. He wanted to pursue it, but Vishnu prevented it.

“Ratihi! Enough!” preventably. “The child will not listen to anyone!”

And Damar shut the door of his house hard, letting his emotions flow there. Now he knew that Vishnu did not want to prevent him from leaving.

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

Diantha could hardly remember when she started working hard. Since childhood, he was a child who was always spoiled by both parents because he was the only child. His parents always tried their best to make him happy. In the past, his father was a businessman who could be said to be quite successful even though the business he built was a small startup. Diantha knew very well that her father loved her job.

Gradually, his father wanted to grow his company to be bigger. Diantha still remembers her father's conversation with her mother back then when she was in 10th grade High School. From that time on, his father rarely came home. His mother always patiently waited for him to come home. However, one day, his father actually left and they never watched him return home.

Until one day they finally find out that his father is running away from the pursuit of a huge debt. Business bankrupt. And his mother had to help him pay off those debts.

Diantha could not figure out what she was supposed to say to her father when she met. He always refrained from hating those who ran away, because his mother always taught love and affection to their families. On the other hand, he also felt guilty for his father because he could not take care of his mother, who died last year.

Diantha now carries everything alone. Those debts, also take care of their homes.

In the afternoon after coming home from college, he had to teach private lessons. In the evening, on a certain day he had to work part-time for 3 hours guarding the flower shop. On his return, he also had to work on various college assignments and projects from campus. I think he forgot how to rest.

The flower shop is empty tonight. Diantha took the opportunity to sit at the cashier's desk while opening up college assignments on her mobile phone. He suddenly remembered Damar about his decision that would help him in the race. “What person really wants to help?” muttered thoughts.

Diantha let out a heavy sigh. I don't know why there have been so many surprises lately. Then he looked straight ahead, looking at the flowers in the shop. The girl smiled thinly. “Beauty. I wish I could be such a flower.”

The bell at the entrance suddenly clinks. Diantha stood up and welcomed who had come. “Goodnight! Can I help you?” ask her with a big, friendly smile.

But noticing who was coming, his smile slowly faded.