My Dear Teacher
Elah Damar (2)

Hundred million. The price of the dowry requested by Ms. Dita. Damar who heard could not say anything. His head throbbed at the thought of that kind of money, out of nowhere to be had. Meanwhile, Bu Dita who saw the look of a frustrated face Damar can breathe a sigh of relief, although he was heavy but he was sure Damar would definitely give up. Actually, Ms. Dita did not have the heart because now she also put hope, but the woman realized who she was and Damar. It felt like the abyss was too wide. Also added he was afraid that Damar was only his escape because everything was so sudden for Bu Dita.

"It's so big, Mom," Damar said.

"Yes, same thing. You think marrying me is easy. Not Damar." replied Miss Dita. "Don't bother me again until you can fulfill my request!" asserted Bu Dita, he passed without giving Damar a chance for instruction.

"Hufffff, a hundred too. So much." Complain to Damar again. For the reception event alone does not exist, now coupled with a very high nominal dowry for him. Damar had to think hard to get the money.

***

Damar's old motorbike entered his porch. The nineteen-year-old came down limply. Get into the house. He who originally intended to apologize to his sister now does not speak a word to all the people of the house. Just go into the room, shut yourself up.

In his bed, Damar thought hard, how could he get that much money. Nominal is not a bit. He did not want to give up because of his love for Bu Dita, but Damar also did not know what to do. On the one hand he was afraid if one day he was first by someone else who could fulfill the request of Bu Dita.

"Don't eat?" suddenly Lala, Damar's youngest sister enters.

Damar shook his head. "Not hungry" he answered. He who had not eaten anything in the morning suddenly lost his appetite. That one hundred million rupiah had made him lose all flavor.

"Told Mother," said Lala again.

"Abang is not hungry. Others just eat first."

"Even at the meal, there is a brother who has not eaten."

"Yes, I'll eat."

"Tumben, usually the spirit of eating. Though the mother cook vegetables asem and salted fish you know "

"Hoooh,"

"Which why? Same with Mother? Not good with your own mother. Not blessed with his life."

"Who fights with Mother? No, not really,"

"But mother nagged on from earlier because of Brother,"

"Hohh, means troubled mother, not brother "

"Diiihhh, yes, when the mother nagged for no reason.Most Brother made trouble again, right?"

Damar and his brother were silent to each other. Don't want to hurt but sometimes do too. And then they laugh giggling.

"His name is also young, La. But don't copy it. Lala has to be a good boy like sister Nanda." Damar Pinta.

"Ready!" Lala saluted her brother, then he passed out. Meanwhile, Damar returned engrossed with his thoughts. Think hard out of nowhere get money whose value is not small.

***

Already two months ago Damar was invited by Oyon, one of the young men who also lived in the same village as Damar. The story is about someone who wants to race a motorcycle. The prize is not playful, ten million rupiahs every time you win one round. Nominal is not a bit.

Originally Damar who is a hobby of racing ignored the invitation because he knew his mother did not like it if he participated in wild races like that. Moreover, Damar had collided and he almost lost his life. But this time Damar can not ignore, he believes this is the way to marry Bu Dita. Ten times the round wins then he can pay the dowry to Bu Dita.

"But remember yes, Mar. Ten percent of the prize is for me!" oyon said, reminding. As a distributor, of course, he does not want to lose. Especially for the money betting Damar from his own pocket.

"Yes, take it easy." Answer Damar.

Ten wild drivers are already on the starting line. They are ready to accept the challenge until finally the shawl is flown a sign of the race begins.

Damar directly tancap gas. Drive old motor that although looks like a junk motor but has been modified to be fast like the wind. For this business, Damar is an expert.

Damar began to leave one by one of his competitors until leaving only one opponent. Someone with a real racing bike, not like a Damar bike. The speed should not be doubted. Half the rotation of the black motor that became very Damar began to approach and he gave a little hit on the right side of the motorbike Damar so that the old motor is almost clean.

Upset, but can not reply because Damar knows, the body of his motorbike if he collides into the racing motorbike that there is even a motor that will be destroyed, so Damar can only avoid.

The sound of people's cries sounded real, asking Damar to stop because if he continued to drive then the bike would be off the tires and would certainly endanger Damar's life.

"No, I'm not giving up. For dowry money to Miss Dita!" Damar. The shadow of Bu Dita Munduk's face in his mind so that it makes him more excited until without him realizing one more blow makes the bike really bright. There may be a loose mor or bolt section. Damar does not know for sure, but clearly the balance of the bike is completely lost balance. But Damar did not lose his mind, he immediately pulled the back of his opponent's bike until now the two people were equally shrewd. Before falling, Damar had made the left side of his opponent's motorbike to return to balance on the bike. As a result, Damar can continue to go with his old motorcycle that almost dislodged his tires, while his opponent fell bounced because he did not expect to get such resistance that he had no readiness.

"Damn!" maki versus Damar.

Just a little bit more towards the final line. Damar already feel tired, plus continue the audience of the wild race that reminds him to stop because the bike is really good, if forced will only make him wretched.

Another bit. Hang Damar. So that everything is not in vain. You want to marry Miss Dita, right. This is one of the ways. Damar's spirit!

The young man continued to encourage himself to finish and the bike ya bounced because now the rear tire really loose. Damar bounced a few metres from the finish line.

Damar fell down kissing the asphalt. He felt his face so stinging. The cheers of the audience calling his name made Damar able to smile with relief. It's not in vain that he's uprooted like this. He's winning. He was entitled to a prize of ten million. Soon Damar's consciousness was lost along with his dream of marrying his teacher.