Damar (Not) For Wulan
Bickering

Shopping centers in central Jakarta hold massive discounts. A young girl named Wulan was twenty-five years old impatient to wait for this opportunity. He who is only an employee of one of the coffee shops in Jakarta has been saving very long to buy the discount item.

For Wulan, giving the most beautiful gift on her mother's birthday is so important. He was always busy with his work in town. So, no time to go home even if only for a little while. However, this time he was determined from the beginning of the year to save for the special gift he would give to the mother.

"Duh, when the hell is this Chunel outlet opened. If it's too late, I might get angry, Mr. Boss." Wulan waited in front of the outlet with many people.

Chunel is a well-known brand that can cost up to hundreds of millions per item. When the brand issued a massive discount of up to fifty percent, then many people who flocked came just to be able to buy fashion that is used by socialites.

"Eh, you're after what? One person is just one item. Can't be more." Wulan's ears heard the conversation.

"As always, I always carry a bag if there's a discount for this." Other voice voice.

"That snake skin you want, huh?"

"That's how." Wulan just fell silent without a sound. He was alone, no one knew him so well otherwise.

The door was opened slowly by Chunel outlet employees. Everyone scrambled in, not least Wulan. Wulan and the others ran to the place that was available for discounted items. The woman was already eyeing the bag that was in the storefront. Some people are fighting over their respective bags.

"Yes, there's still." Wulan Sumringah then held the bag she wanted.

"Hey, this is my bag. Release!" A man wearing a black leather jacket pulled the strap.

"Oh, this bag is mine. I took it first in the storefront." Wulan pulled the bag.

"Gue who holds the rope, fitting I pull even Elu pull too. Not released?"

"No, this bag is mine. I want to give this to Mom. You most want to give to a girlfriend, find another one there!" Wulan tried to persuade the man without letting go of his grip on the bag.

"No, I have to get this bag. You're the one who gave up, already Mothers don't have to be pretentious like young women."

"The room! Haven't you?" Another man approached the two of them.

"This is, there's this sassy girl. I was the first to get the rope."

"Can't do it, pelein! I have to get back to work." Wulan pulled again, the two pulled each other did not want to budge until finally the bag rope was loose because the seams had been removed.

"Tidaaakkkk." Shouted both at the same time.

"It's all because of Elu, you dumb-ass bitch!" The man named Damar cursed Wulan.

"I'm dizzy if this is the case, solve your problems first. I'll go first." A man who was friends with Damar half ran away leaving the two behind.

Wulan thinks only women are after discounts like this. Apparently, he was wrong.

"Hey, take the bag. It's Elu rusakin. I'm not interested anymore." Damar took off the strap of the bag.

"Hey, where are you going? Responsibility dong! It's all because of your mistake!" Wulan certainly did not want to know.

"I'm sorry, excuse me Mom and Dad. Please pay for the shopping!" With great authority, the male employee was in front of Damar and Wulan.

"I don't have to pay. He's because he pulled the bag." Damar keukeh with his stance.

"Just accuse me, you have to pay. The rope is broken because you pulled it. Take a look at this!" Wulan also did not want to lose.

"Enough! You two better come to the CCTV room with me! This bag in hand, must be paid right now." The employee tries to be patient with a struggling customer.

"Please follow me!" Again the employee spoke at once stepped into a security room in which there were several flat screens where recorded the movement of people in the store.

The employee told his co-workers who were guarding the cctv screen to turn the camera in the display case that Wulan was carrying. Damar and Wulan were in the room watching some blinding flat screens.

"Please look around again who broke the bag." The employee was very polite.

Damar and Wulan stared at the screen as if unblinking.

"Mampus me." Damar muttered softly.

"Well, how is it?" Wulan said softly while biting her lower lip.

"You both have to be responsible for the damage to the bag. To be fair, you should both pay equally. Fifty percent one person, I think, solutions are the only way." The employee is looking for a middle ground for prospective customers who have not wanted to lose since.

Wulan wanted to cry, why did she have to pay for half of this broken bag. A good idea came to his mind. After paying half the price, he had to carry the broken bag.

Damar can only obey, the evidence is clearly recorded by the camera. They are both indeed guilty and must be held accountable so that there are no demands from this expensive outlet. Looking at the two who were silent, the employee said again, "please follow me to the payment counter! You can both pay it there."

It's like a buffalo that has its nose poked. Damar and Wulan followed the employee. The employee grabbed the bag Wulan was carrying, gave it to the cashier to scan the price.

"This one?" Damar and Wulan nodded weakly.

"The total is six million and nine hundred thousand" said the guard of the payment counter.

"Please for two, of course you are both smart to count." With a smile, the employee again realized the daydreams of Damar and Wulan.

Want to not both take the bag that is in the wallet. Damar handed over Rp3,450,000 to the cashier.

While Wulan calculated the dime he collected.

"Mas, help me count dong." Wulan pulls Damar's shirt.

"So good, take off Elu's hand!" Damar brushed off Wulan's hand.

Duh, mampus. Why is the amount of money less? I have been saving for six months. Before I came here, I counted the money. Don't I just have to pay half?

Wulan looked panicked, her face was so pale. Cold sweat splashed on his forehead even though this place uses air conditioning.