Damar (Not) For Wulan

Damar (Not) For Wulan
Irritation


I tried to get up, to endure the pain. Seeing him in front of my eyes makes me lazy. Why should I meet him here?


"Did? In addition to the bars, you are also blind. Play hit everyone." He was clasping, eyes so sharp.


"I told you accidentally. I'm sorry too. So, it's done, right?" I tried to return the look in his eyes, no less annoying.


"Woi, Bro. You've come? What's the matter?" A man approached us both. The man was the man who passed by in front of the entrance earlier.


"No pa-pa, let's go in! Later there will even be bar-bar girls who follow." I was both relieved and angry at his words. Without saying another word, the two of them walked away.


Damar's friend turned to look at me even though he was pulled by Damar.


"Let's go in!" take Damar to his friend.


I don't know, you could say savior or not. The most important thing is that Damar is not nagging like other PMS mothers. I tried to walk even though I was in pain.


Can't stand the taste, but, I have to be able to walk up to the boarding house. Slow down as long as it gets to the destination.


"Mom! Wait up!" The sound came from behind my back.


This head turned, looking at who he was.


"Lho, you were the one. Why are you following me?" I don't know why I'm scared because I've been followed by this guy. Although he's a friend of Damar's, but, still I'm worried that he wants evil intentions.


"I deliberately ngutin Mbaknya because earlier, I saw Mbak was difficult to walk. How about I take you to where Mommy lives?" He offered help.


"Eh, no need to bother! Thank you, my hostel is not far from here." I subtly refuse.


"Come, Ma! Earlier, I told my friend to let him catch up with Mbak. But, he doesn't want to." He put on a hardened face.


"Look easy, Mom! It's getting quiet now. It is better to continue talking with his friends. Waiting for you." I try to smile thinly.


"But--," his words stopped.


"Let me do what brings him home. This, isn't it what you want?" Suddenly there was Damar in our midst.


"If you mind, let me do it."


I frowned hearing his words. So, who really wants to take me? Why are the two of them fighting?


"You wait here! Let me get the car first." Damar left us both. He was half running.


"In that case, let's wait, Ma'am! Let me take care of her before my friend comes." I could only nod, not knowing what to respond to.


"Know, my name is Dimas." The man beside me extended his hand.


"Guil." Rather than being disrespectful, I shook his hand even for a moment.


A few minutes later, there was a vehicle that stopped right by the side of the road where we were standing.


"Lake in!" Damar.


"Dimas, you turn back! I'm anterin he's home." He told his friend to go back to the coffee shop.


I opened the back door, "Eh .. I'm not Elu's driver. Sit in front of dong!" said rough.


"Why diem?" he said while driving without looking at me.


"What am I supposed to say?"


"Gosh, bar-bar turned slow also filled the head. I don't know where you live." With a high voice, he answered my question.


"Oh yeah, not slow. I forgot. I'm at the end of the road, there's a left turn. There will be a two-story building. There's the host." Shit, I forgot to tell the boarding address. It's a scolding again, right. This man really made people emotional when it was around him.


He neither spoke nor spoke. We were silent for quite a while until finally the second floor building was clearly visible. The car stopped, I got down and said thank you. Yes, although actually not sincerely also say thank you to him.


I closed the door, the vehicle turned around and immediately passed from before me.


"Amit-amit if you have to be fiancee with him. Especially if married later, I might have been like plywood—kurus dry because of prolonged stress." I shuddered at imagining it.


Immediately I got inside the fence, trying to walk as normally as possible. There's a guard at the security post, I say hello to the guard.


"Well, is his girlfriend, Mom? Been here a long time, just this time we've been taken home by a guy." I just smiled knotty. Males, if you've discussed Damar.


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The POV Damar


Looking at the second-floor building up ahead, I'll stop this car immediately. This bar-bar girl still has ethics, she thanked me even without seeing my face. Without further ado, I went back to the coffee shop to talk about the culinary business that Andre wanted to do.


After parking the car in the coffee shop parking lot. I rushed in, and they ordered a drink.


"Woiii, you go there!" Andre laughed a little.


I mentioned the name of my favorite drink at the barista and then headed to the seat where my friends were.


"Abis nganterin chick home. Didn't get the phone number?" Roni—the most restless man made me shake his head.


"Gue ajah just knew his name doang. If you hadn't come, I would've known the number." Connect Dimas.


"We're here to gather to discuss Andre's business. Why even talk about the bar-bar girl?" With a flat face, I stopped the conversation about Wulan.


"Bar-bar girl? Wuih, the eyes of Elu emang rada-rada nih. Good girl, gentle, polite so spelled out Girls bar-bar." Dimas didn't accept it, he refuted my words.


These eyes narrowed, looking at Dimas. Why is he defending Wulan? Don't-don't-don't he, ah already. It's none of my business if Dimas likes or doesn't like Wulan.


"Wulan's home, huh?" Suddenly I heard a conversation.


"Udah, Sir. He came home soon his work time was up" said another voice. I circled my eyes, looking around the table from the seat.


He mentioned Wulan's name, right? I'm not wrong?


I tried to sharpen my ears to hear their conversation further. There were three people standing, two employees of the coffee shop for wearing uniforms. The other was a middle-aged lung man whose age was under my Papa.


"Sir there's a need with Wulan?" I'm still watching them.


"Yes, there's something important you have to tell him." Two other employees slicked their shoulders. They were willing to work again because there were some new customers coming.


"Why is she running Wulan? Wasn't Wulan the name of the bar-bar girl? What do you not-don't the Father, he-," I murmured at a moment's halt.