The Ghost Story of LESTARI
18. Love Doesn't Need a Reason

Flashback 1942,

Damar and Samsul this morning asked Ki Gedhe Tirtayasa to go to the garden to see what fruits can be harvested.

The garden was quite far from the padepokan. Damar and Samsul for that must go up to the hill area and also cross the river where the bamboo bridge has just been carried by the flood current some time ago.

"The bridge has not been built yet, residents here do not want to getong royong?"

Damar asked Samsul as he struggled across the river.

The river with the big rocks is quite swift. Although the depth is only limited to the knee, but still, if not careful they can slip and then carried away the river current.

"I heard that many men were being gathered for war training by the Japanese."

Said Samsul who was walking behind Damar.

"really?"

"Yes, Japan seems to really seriously help us Mar, they have also released Bung Karno, even reportedly Batavia will be renamed Jakarta, Jakarta, Japan also allows red and white flags to flutter everywhere."

Samsul.

Damar heard him quiet.

"Joint Prosperity of Greater East Asia?"

Damar's a little cynical.

"Why don't you like Japan? Though clearly they have helped this nation expel the invaders. For hundreds of years the Dutch colonized us, how many of our people were victims, how many of our figures were destroyed, how many of our great and valiant kingdoms were destroyed? They're leaving in a matter of days Mar, Japan is amazing."

Samsul looked so admiring of the Japanese.

Damar sighed.

I don't know, even though everyone is now complaining about Japan, but Damar's little heart can't follow, he feels the opposite.

Damar and Samsul without feeling finally reached the other side of the river, they climbed to the top, and then walked in the pesawahan area which is now a moor because it is not planted with rice.

Although it is located close to the river, but the rice field apparently no one manages.

Maybe the owner is dead, or maybe because there is a ban and so on from the Netherlands some time ago.

Damar and Samsul walk down the moor which is now seen growing many flowers.

Damar saw the beautiful flowers inexplicably so remember the figure of Lestari in padepokan.

This morning he covered his hair with a cloth that was rolled up like a sling in a pile.

She was very pretty wearing a cloth and a kebaya top.

Ah...

Damar again felt his heart pounding.

Just imagining Lestari's face alone, he was no longer care.

Damar then grabbed one of the flowers growing there.

The smell of the flower that feels gives off a distinctive fragrant aroma.

"Blood of the night."

Samsul suddenly made a sound.

Damar turned towards Samsul.

"From your face you obviously wanted to pluck it for that Dutch None."

Samsul.

Damar heard him laugh.

His best friend knew what Damar was thinking.

"Later you take home, the flowers will be much more fragrant at night, that's why the name is as good as night."

Samsul.

"You know a lot about flowers apparently, but you don't have a lover."

Seloroh Damar's.

"What's true is that Mar, just to know about flowers, you have to have a lover first."

Samsul laughs.

Damar laughed too.

"Yes too weird men like flowers."

Damar.

"Some people in this village often wear it for rituals on certain days. You didn't know? If this flower is Queen Kidul's favorite? Many believe that."

Samsul.

"I mean, the gentlest who love it, and many believe it would be to put it in the house so that many good spirits come to bring fortune."

Damar laughed again.

"Omong is empty, the windfall comes because we work hard, and God is loving."

Damar.

"And I'm telling you about the nightly flowers, why are you lecturing."

"Hahaha shit, this isn't a lecture."

Damar.

The two then continue the journey that is still half again to get to the garden owned by Ki Gedhe Tirtayasa.

Damar intends, later he will actually pick the flowers for him to present to Lestari.

Yep...

Flowers are a symbol of beauty and a soft and beautiful feeling.

Arriving in the garden, some trees have begun to bear fruit but are not ready to be harvested.

Only three Coconut trees seem to have begun to grow old.

"You ride this one, let me be higher."

Damar said to Samsul.

His climbing skills are much better than Samsul, so Damar always succumbed to climb a higher tree.

"You wanna see Durian isn't Mar, either?"

Asked Samsul while unbinding his waist sheath.

Climbing up the tree is certainly safer just using a pair of pants, a glove tied around the waist can get stuck or even make tripping footsteps.

"Tomorrow, today bring the coconut first. Some of it we can sell whole, some of it into oil."

Samsul nodded in agreement.

No doubt this Damar figure is indeed the son of Mr. Ageng Parta Prawira, an accomplished businessman, who can see all the opportunities to make money.

In times of trouble, their families can be successful, living above the average of other humans.

The difference, Damar his figure is more Nationalist, he was very inspired by the struggle of Engineer Soekarno and also Mohammad Hatta.

He really hopes that the two great figures can unite and make this country as a home for our own nation.

Meanwhile, Mr. Ageng Parta Prawira, famous for its proximity to foreign nations. He was also good friends with the Dutch.

But...

No matter how different Damar principles are from his father, he still has the blood of his father. He was not suitable to associate with the nation he considered the invaders, but now his heart fell on the girl of their descent.

Yep...

The love...

Sometimes it does not come according to human principles.

Strange indeed. Sometimes it falls on people we really should hate. That's why many people say love is blind.

Love is far worse than illiteracy and color blindness.

Damar now looks agile up creeping on the coconut tree, the movement is very nimble. When Samsul was not yet anything, Damar was already on top and began to choose the coconut fruit that he would pick.

Samsul follows up on the other tree, which is not too high and the fruit is not too much.

"Please be third me later."

Shouted Damar.

"Yeah..."

Samsul.

"You take care of the fruits below."

Shouted Damar again.

"Yeah..."

Samsul said no less hard.

The two then seem to start busy picking old coconuts to later be brought home.

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