Damar (Not) For Wulan
Indirect confession

"Gue doesn't have time for this. If you want to talk about it, please! I'm going home now." Laura turned around.

"Ra, wait! You have to catch up with Zayn at the police station." Damar's voice began to rise.

"No, what do you do? I'm not wrong anything. Why should I bother going to the police station?" This woman's hand clenched tightly.

"I'll admit that you two kidnapped me." My eyes alternated staring at them.

"Hahahaha, you village girl! I am not going to put my hands. Ask Dimas there! I was invited by him so. He used to fuck me, but, I refuse." After saying that, Laura left the three of us.

"Dimas, explain this now!" My voice began to rise.

"Sorry, I've never done that. It's just Laura and Zayn's wits." The man followed Laura.

"What should we do? Neither of them would admit it. We misstep, should have waited for the two of them to argue first." Anxiety broke because the plan had fallen apart.

"Who said they didn't admit it? You remember what they said! They blame each other." Dimas' forehead blinked a few times.

"So, what should we do now?" I'm confused by all this.

"We gave the footage to the police who handled the case." Damar took the tape taped behind the table. He took the camera and put it back in the pocket of the blazer he was wearing.

"Are you sure, Mum? If they evade and pay to escape from the law, how? I know what the law in this country is like. Can be bought as long as money and connections." I doubt that Laura and Dimas are in jail. Laura is the son of a conglomerate, Dimas the conglomerate's niece. It is impossible if they just raise their hands, because it clearly concerns the good name of their family.

"We leave it to the police first. What the end result is, we have to accept. Can't do much if your guess just now could happen. But, there's one thing they got, failure in ruining our marriage." Damar grabbed my waist, pulled it and hugged from the side.

"Mas, this is a public place. Don't do this!" My hand was trying to let go of the trap.

"We're going home now!" bring him.

"Well, the food is so sweet. We have dinner first, emotions need energy too." I grinned until my teeth were seen.

"Ck, you're eating mulu. Just be careful not to be nimble in bed after we get married." He pinched my cheek that started chubby.

"Not always eat much." I sit in a chair. Damar followed him. We sat next to each other, before how long there were two waiters serving food and drinks. Without much further ado, I ate it. My energy was drained from emotion when facing Laura and Dimas.

"I told you not to go near Dimas. Now, you know what he looks like?" Damar discussed the man who was very lazy when he heard his name.

"Udah, Mom! Don't mention his name, I'm talking about them again. I'm gonna have a quiet dinner." Damar smiled thinly then added a fruit salad on my plate.

Shortly after dinner, we both returned home. Tonight we and our family are still in the house of the Damar family. Aunt Iren wouldn't let us go back to the apartment. The day before the wedding, then my parents and I had to go back there to prepare important things related to the implementation of the marriage contract and wedding reception.

Upon arrival at the large family home, we sat for a moment in the living room. Aunt Iren and Selena approached us.

"Where's the plan? That work?" Selena was so excited.

"Just try, there's no harm in trying. Once you two get married and live together, you better have a bodyguard so they can't mess around anymore." Aunt Iren proposes.

"his money? Mommy's paying bodyguards, right?" Damar frowned.

"Aren't you ashamed to ask for money? Good thing there are less coffee shops?" Aunt Iren hit her son's arm.

"Fortunately it can be made for the capital to open branches elsewhere, Mam."

"Wulan rest first, yeah. It's tired." Yeah." I chimed in on their words. Not because of fatigue but more to a deep sense of disappointment because of the failure of the plan earlier. I don't know, I'm still pessimistic about Dimas and Laura's confession.

They looked at me who started to get out of my seat. I also went back to the guest room, following my father and mother who might have fallen asleep. I didn't mind Damar's call when I was about to close the door. Tomorrow I will talk to him again.

"Wulan, are you home?" Mom's approaching. Suddenly hugged me.

"What's up, Mom? Why worry so?" Kuurai hugs because mother's expression is not as usual.

"Mom's afraid of something that doesn't happen to you." He led me to bed.

"There's nothing, Mom. The proof is that Wulan is fine, Mother and Father go to sleep first! Let Wulan change her nightgown." I stepped towards the closet, picked up a nightgown and stepped into the bathroom.

After washing my face and changing my clothes, I went back to bed, slept with them. Mom hugged my body next to her like she couldn't escape. I'm thinking about this, I'm getting married soon. The time with them will not be as it used to be. As much as possible, I took the time to accompany the two of them. Mom and I slept hugging.

***

The next day, Damar handed over video and voice recordings at the restaurant yesterday to the police officer who handled my kidnapping case. I waited at home because Damar wouldn't let me go. Damar went with Aunt Iren and Om Purnomo. While Selena, as usual, was busy with her college eyes. Tomorrow's his last day before the holidays because of my wedding and his brother's. He bought me a facial treatment a month before the wedding. Unfortunately, I rarely wear it.

I waited for two hours in a state of shock. There was no sign of their arrival, but it was already noon. I was suddenly worried, and suddenly my heart was racing. I took the initiative to call Damar's number.

"Lan, why are you pacing so?" Mother came near.

"Wulan's feeling bad, Mom. Suddenly worried not because. Nih, Wulan called Damar." This flat object is still attached to the earlobe. One call, no answer.

"It's just your feeling, Nduk. Don't think too much, they're okay." Mom tried to calm my mind.

"Two times there's no answer, Mom." I'm getting weak and worried.

The third time, my call was answered.

"Mas Damar where the hell is he? I called from earlier." With a trembling voice, I tried to calm myself down.

"Wulan, we ...." The voice did not belong to Damar, but the voice of Aunt Iren.

"Tante, what's wrong with you? Where's Damar?" My voice is shaking violently.