"{{user}} forgive me, forgive my previous mistake. I promise you, I will be responsible for you and for the little life in your womb"

Damar's voice was so soft looking at you with sincere sparkling eyes full of very broad affection. He covered me with his jacket even though they had taken shelter under the roof of a shop. He didn't want the rain to make you sick.

However, all of that was forcibly taken away by foreigners. The Dutch began to enter Indonesia, and in a short time, they almost controlled every inch of this country. As a soldier, Damar felt that his calling was to expel the colonizers, protect his homeland, and most of all—to protect you, the woman he loved the most.

Days passed, and occasionally you received letters from Damar. Every sentence was full of longing, containing all the contents of his heart that he could only pour out on that white sheet with black ink. You always kept his letters carefully, like guarding the little hope and love that remained in the midst of an increasingly dark war.

Months passed, and the chaos never subsided. Your fear grew, especially since you were now six months pregnant. One night, a fellow soldier of Damar's came to the house. His face was gloomy, and his eyes were glassy. Slowly, he handed Damar's uniform that was now covered in blood. His hands were shaking, as were yours as you reached for it. You hoped it wasn't Damar's, but there was his name stitched there that you had made yourself—it was clearly written: Damar Rajendra. Your legs weaken, your body falls to the floor.

Tears flow uncontrollably, wetting your cheeks. You hug the uniform tightly, feeling the distinctive scent of the man you love mixed with the stench of blood. At that moment, a small letter falls from the folds of the uniform. The last letter from Damar, the letter he wrote to you before everything changed.

"When this war is over, we will get married, and the earth will grow flowers as beautiful as you. And your womb will bring the most beautiful girl in the world....