DALLAS
CHAPTRE 12

The next day at school I bought a gift for Dara, I took Dara to the roof of the quiet school and rarely had any students come to the roof.

"Dallas what's wrong?"

"Here I bring you a gift." I cried while giving a small black box to Dara.

"Is this Dallas?"

"Just open it."

"Oh my goodness, the locket. Wait is this a jasmine pendant?" dara asked as she looked at the pendulum from the pendant.

"Not Dara, it's not a jasmine but a Smeraldo."

"Smeraldo's? Why do you know the flower?"

"Yes I know, because your last name is Esmeralda so I gave you the Smeraldo flower pendant, back when I admired you I always found out what your name meant. And your name is almost the same as Smeraldo's flower." I clearly. Pairing Smeraldo's flower pendant on Dara.

"Dallas's. It's so beautiful I love it, I'll keep wearing it." Dara replied as she held the pendulum.

"Dallas tonight can you come to my house?"

"Night?"

"Yes, you have to come, I will prepare something for you, don't be late" Dara said as she ran away leaving me to return to her class. Because the bell has sounded the sign of entering class for the next lesson.

"Night.." I muttered.

I'm confused about what I should do, 'cause tonight I have to go fight in the ring. But if I refuse Dara, I feel bad for her.

"After the game I'll come to Dara's house." I muttered again. Then I decided to come to his house after the game.

****

"Dallas are you ready?" ask coach Bimo.

"Yes already." I replied coldly.

That night I went again to an uninhabited building where illegal MMA fights were conducted. Which is heard by people who work in large companies, whether for what they hold it, whether for their business or just for their entertainment.

I entered the MMA arena without a hand-held t-shirt just wrapped around a handwrap. With coach Bimo and Mr. Harris beside me.

"Dallas the prize is now quite big from yesterday, you have to win." Whisper Mr. Harris in my ear.

But I didn't answer at all. Because I know I can't even get a dime out of that illegal MMA gift.

I climbed into the ring without hesitation to prepare for a fight but this time there was a referee.

Vaam!!! The referee shouted a sign of the fight starting.

I fought in the ring in anger, spending my opponents mercilessly with kicks, stomach punches and faces. MMA is a free fight so I can hit any part of the body I want.

But when I competed in the first round I let my guard down. I looked instead at the man wearing the black hat and mask, because before all the spectators were from among the men in suits and suits. Surprisingly the man wearing the hat seemed familiar to me. Because I let my guard down I fell, slammed and hit continuously by my opponent in the shape of my face and stomach.

A free and illegally held MMA fight, then the two put together, all seems more cruel to me. My body fell very hard in the ring because of the blow of my big-bodied opponent. In a fall I almost died, suddenly the blood that usually comes out a little from my mouth, now very much.

"DALLAS! WHAT ARE YOU DOING WAKE UP! IF YOU LOSE I'LL LOCK YOU UP HERE!" Shouted Mr. Harris beside the ring who saw me lying helplessly, as too much blood was coming out of my mouth.

The referee has counted to the seventh count. But I tried to get up to grant the wish of the man named Harris.

Akh Fuck.... My murmuring is in pain.

Then the fight started again, and in the end I managed to win it again, until the end point of my opponent KO.

Coach Bimo cleaned the blood in my mouth right after the game ended, but I didn't want to. I went straight home in my car, remembering that Dara asked me to come to her house.

"Dara's definitely waiting for me." I said running towards the parking area. And I accidentally met the guy who was wearing a black hat and a mask earlier. He left with his black bike.

"Who is that guy?" ask batiku.

After I went home and cleaned myself up after the MMA game. I went straight to Dara's house.

"I hope Dara isn't angry because I'm late" I said as I sat behind the wheel of the car, heading for Dara's house.

"Hi Auntie."

"Dallas's. Dara's been waiting for you since, but you didn't come. Dara was worried about you, 5 minutes ago Dara went to bring the food she made to your house."

"D-Because of my crowd?"

"Yes, 5 minutes ago."

"Alright aunt thank you, I took Dara first."

I say goodbye to Aunt Muna to catch up with Dara who is in my house, It seems like Dara and I were at odds on the road earlier, because I did not see her when I went to her house.

Upon arrival at home I saw Dara's car was already stuck in my yard and she was standing at the door with a box that might contain food, while continuously pressing the home button.

"Become!" call me who got out of the car and walked up to him.

"Dallas!" dara replied with a surprised look again. Yes he was surprised to see my face filled with bruises.

"Become.... Sorry I'm late again."

"Dallas's. What else is wrong with your face?" Ask Dara with a frown.

"W-my face? This was a bruise yesterday Ra." Reply stammering.

"No. It's a new wound."

Spontaneously, Dara touched the bruise on my face.

"Yeah!" I screamed low in pain because Dara was touching it.

"Look at you in pain, this is a new bruise, you know I'm very worried about you."

dara's eyes glazed over as she said that.

Then I hugged her to apologize to her for always worrying her.

That night I ate a meal made by Dara at my house, and Dara prepared a compress for my bruise.

"Dallas after you finish eating I'll compress your bruise." Exclaimed Dara who sat in front of me while looking at me who was eating.

"Oh, yeah I'll make you some hot chocolate, where do you keep it?"

"I kept it in the fridge."

Dara walked over to the fridge.

"Dallas..."

"Well, what's wrong?"

"Do you like to drink alcohol?"

Then I remembered that if I kept alcohol in the fridge, the same alcohol drink that Dara bought at the bar the other day, then I ran up to him.

"T-no Dara. I don't drink alcohol at all." I replied with wide eyes.

"Dallas, why is this the same alcohol I always bought back then. What did that bar guy say was you?"

"What's Dara?"

"The Bar man who always served me when I bought Alcohol, he said that there was a man who asked me about myself. Is that really you Dallas?"

"Em, yes that's true. I'm sorry."

"What's wrong, I'm not buying any more anyway, because now my mom's getting better. He's not addicted to alcohol and beer anymore."

"J-so that's for your mom?"

"Yes. I never drank it at all."

It turned out that the alcohol Dara bought was for her mother. Not for Dara.