Damar (Not) For Wulan
Damar's lies

A man came in and sat behind the steering wheel. He looked at me with a bitch.

"Well, did you sit there? Out there!" His tone was so blaring.

"I'm sitting in this chair because I told Aunt Iren. If not forced in, amit-amit deh near as arrogant human like you." I'm no less fierce to reply to his words.

"Allah, just tell me that you really want one car with me." His gaze just stares.

I didn't heed what he said, I opened the car door and went outside. Instead of me having to listen to his cynical words, I better take a motorcycle taxi. Want to explain also for free, a man like him would not believe. Immediately I ordered an ojek online. The vehicle carrying Aunt Iren's family and my parents is gone. Damar's car also moved away from the yard.

Don't wait long, the online project comes. The face of the biker's father gasped at me.

"What's up, sir? Something weird about my face?" My face pointed at me.

"Eum, uh .. nothing, Ma'am. Let's go up, I'll take you to the destination."

"Beautiful and rich even ride a motorcycle," he murmured slowly but, heard by me.

Ogh, it turns out he was dumbfounded because of that. I understand it because he knows nothing.

This motor travels according to the route of the road in the application. It is also good to be able to slip into some vehicles on the road. This man seems to be good with his work.

It didn't take long, I was already at the Sriwijaya hotel. Many people passed by, I did not see the Damar Family vehicle or the vehicle earlier.

"Where are they?" Immediately I reached into the bag to pick up the hape. Time to call Mom, she'll be looking for me when she gets there.

The voice across the phone calls.

"What's wrong? Why haven't you arrived yet? We just arrived."

"Wulan just arrived, Mom. Where are Mom and Dad? I'm waiting in the lobby. Get Wulan, Mom!" I'd better wait until there's an invitation to the room for Aunt Iren's family to gather.

I sat down casually while watching a trending video lately. The premeditated murder case in one of the government agencies, really makes me more curious about the case.

"Wulan, here, baby! Come with Mama Yuk!" In front of me was a beautiful woman even though she was no longer young.

"Tante Iren." When I stood up.

"Call Mama ajah! Let's get used to it."

I still did not respond, only able to smile thinly. We both walked towards the hotel ballroom. New for the first time I went to hotel— where there was a wedding reception. His looks amaze me.

"Oh yeah, Mama forgot her name. Where's Damar? Why isn't it visible?" His head gawked at the entrance of the ballroom.

"Owh, Damar said he was going to the toilet for a second, Auntie."

Oops, Aunt again. I hope he understands why I still call Aunty.

"Yes, you go in! Let it be in dandanin all of you. Your face must be very beautiful if you use make-up. Yes, even though this is actually sweet and pretty." He stroked my head gently.

"Wulan come in first." He just nodded.

"When she wanted to be picked up by Mom. Even Aunt Iren came." I took a breath for a moment.

"Guil!" call someone who is in front of the dresser. I was surprised to see who was out there.

"Iren told Mom to dance. It's good for memories. Especially it turns out I feel like I'm young again." He's so happy. I'd better leave him like this as long as it makes him happy.

"Miss, sit here yeah!" There was a woman younger than me pointing at a chair two seats away from Mom's seat. I can't argue. This face is also permak in such a way by the fingers of MUA fingers in this space.

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The POV Damar

"Damn it, Mama why did you tell that bar-bar girl to get in my car? What apa." I couldn't stand the attitude of my parents. The girl was also wrong, why she even obeyed the wishes of Mama. It might even be him who took the initiative to get into my car.

This car drove away from the female bar-bar earlier after she went outside from the seat next door. I have to drive to the Sriwijaya hotel.

"She was also married. Mami and Papi didn't ask me to get married as soon as possible. Especially if you have to marry the bar-bar girl. I may not be calm. I have to find a way out for this matchmaking to be void." I muttered while driving the vehicle.

I was fifteen minutes on the street. This morning the vehicle was so crowded even some areas that I passed had been jammed for five minutes.

I can't wait, I'm honking. In front of there are motor vehicles.

"Great, it could be too late for me to get stuck like this." After waiting for almost ten minutes, finally my car is not stuck in traffic anymore.

I saw an incident happen. That's why the streets are so crowded. There was a road closure due to a motorcycle accident with a car. The car was still lying on the road.

I had to travel about forty minutes even more. In this case, the address has to scold Mami. You know for yourself that he's always chatty. I don't know, maybe this is a natural talent found in mothers who already have children. Even though her son is an adult.

I finally got to the hotel. I handed the car keys to the security. Let the hotel guy park my car. I'm looking for a hotel ballroom.

"Fiuuuh, relieved that it has come even late." I took a breath for a moment.

"Damar, where have you been? Why did you just come in? Andandan was there!" My mom was suddenly in front of my eyes. That feeling I did not see his existence.

"Opaan Mam, Damar does not need to dance everything. It was really stuck anyway. Damar wants to rest for a while, stuck in traffic for more than half an hour." Instead of him nagging again.I'd better say the real thing happened.

"Wait a minute, why did you say it was stuck? It was not that Wulan had reached around fifteen minutes. You boong ya!" Mama siekank.

Shit, it turns out that the bar-bar girl has arrived first.

"Wulans! Come here, honey!" This woman in front of me called out a name that I was so lazy to hear.

"What's up, Auntie?" I was lazy to look at him, deliberately these eyes looked at Mama's face.

"You said Damar went to the toilet. Well, he just arrived. He said it was jammed in the street, he must be boong right?"

"It's possible that Damar was embarrassed about having to defecate for so long. That's why he said it's jammed, Auntie."

Gilak, this is the mouth of the bar-bar girl. Maybe he's making me even more angry. Reason that makes no sense.

"Heh, what did Elu say just now? Don't you fucking say it! When do I go to the toilet?"

"Wait a minute!" My mom looked at me in turn.

"The two of you must-be," He did not continue his words. His eyeballs looked at us alternately so closely.