Damar (Not) For Wulan
Middle Way

Damar who saw Wulan was still counting the amount of money, impatient because he had to wait a long time.

"Then, use this first, Ma'am!" The man gave me some money. After that, then the cashier gives a piece of paper that incidentally is the purchase receipt. The bag that had broken the rope was inserted into a paper bag labeled Chunel in accordance with this brand outlet.

Wulan gawked at the bag that had been put into the tote bag in Damar's hand.

"Thank you for the visit. We're waiting for the next opportunity." The cashier smiled amiably.

"Thank you for your cooperation, Father and Mother. I'll take care of it." The male employee who mediated the two left Damar and Wulan.

"We're out now!" Damar pulled Wulan's arm, leaving the outlet.

"Please! I can walk by myself." Wulan tried to shake her hand.

"Can't, you run away. Before paying the money, I'm not going to release Elu."

Actually, that kind of money is nothing to Damar. It's just that he wouldn't give leniency to a woman who had already made him lose a bet. Yes, he and three others bet that Damar would never want to enter an outlet of goods dominated by women's fashion.

"Yes, I'll change. Let me count this money first." Wulan tried to release her hand from the man's grip. Damar thought for a moment.

"Gue has an idea. You better come with me."

"Hey, where are you going? You want to take me." Wulan's distress compensates for Damar's pull. The buttered bag he was wearing moved along with his body that was shaking from the pull of Damar.

"Get up, you are diem! Relax, I'm not interested in the girl cum model Elu gini." The man still pulled Wulan.

The two of them went down several escalators, Damar never let go of Wulan's hand. While Wulan felt pain because the pull of the man was so strong.

"Where are you going anyway? It's so dark." Wulan wanted to run away.

"The name is also basement—the parking lot, certainly a dark aisle."

Wulan looked around, there were some people who noticed their movements that had been like that since.

"Well, get in the car!" Damar opened the car door for Wulan.

"Lho, where are you taking me? No, I don't want to come. I have to get back to work, I'll be late after the break." Wulan refused.

"Let's do! If it's too late, tell your boss if it gets stuck on the road." With ease Damar pushed the woman's body.

Forced by Wulan to get into the car, Damar immediately went to the front door, sitting behind the wheel. Vehicle away from shopping center basement.

Damar looks right left of the road, looking for the nearest Indomarut or Alfumart minimarket.

"Well, there it is." His smile thinly approached the minimarket parking lot.

"Get out now!" exclaim the man to Wulan.

Wulan rushed out of the car. Followed Damar's steps waving towards him. They just come in.

"Well, give it to the cashier!"

"What do you mean?" Wulan still did not understand.

"Tukerin money tuh, usually they want if anyone wants nukerin dimeh. If I, of course, do not want to hold a penny cake that is."

"Mbak .. some want nuker dime. His trousers he's unloading!" Damar pointed at Wulan.

The cashier approached Wulan, she immediately took out a wallet and plastic containing dime.

"Oh yeah, it's your money! The rest are waiting for a dime." Wulan was relieved because it turned out, the paper money was in the folds of the wallet.

"Just Rp 2,500,000?" Damar. His hand floated in the air.

"Wait a dime is still counted Mama." Wulan sighed at the behavior of this annoying man. After getting Wulan's explanation, the money was won and then put in the wallet.

Very lucky this afternoon minimarket conditions are deserted. Damar can't wait. He walked towards the showcase, opened and picked up a bottle of fizzy drink and a few packs of ready-to-eat sausages.

"My stomach is suddenly laper." He casually devoured, enjoying a snack.

I don't know how long the cashier and his two friends counted Wulan's change. Minimarket employees think, for the next week should not always exchange money to the parking lot again.

"This is yes, Ma'am. Totals Rp 1,570,000." The cashier gave Wulan banknotes worth Wulan's dime."

"Thank you, Ma'am. Fortunately, it can be used." Damar glanced at the money.

"the hunt! I want to continue." Damar was impatient.

Soon Wulan calculated the lack of money to pay for the damaged bag earlier. He gave the rest to the man.

"Now, because of you, I can't buy you a birthday gift from Mom." Recalling the events an hour ago left Wulan disappointed.

"Follow up, not me." Damar pays for food and drinks at the cashier. After that he just went outside without caring about what happened next with Wulan.

"Hey, Anterin I'm going to Sudirman Street!" Wulan tried to follow Damar's steps.

"Hey, you!" It turns out Damar ignored him.

The man immediately got into the car, turned around and stopped for a moment. The man went outside from the vehicle, in his right hand was a tote bag. He threw the tote bag at Wulan who was in the parking lot.

"Gue doesn't need a broken bag that way." After saying that, he immediately went back in and passed away. The vehicle's moving away, towards the main highway.,

Wulan was flabbergasted to see it, she quickly crouched down to grab the tote bag.

In fact, it was very curious to feel Wulan cursing at the man who left her just like that. But, because of the broken bag, Wulan was even flabbergasted and silent at the pecking.

The woman took another initiative, she immediately booked an online motorcycle taxi to return to her workplace. Not until five minutes of waiting, the Ojek has arrived. Wulan immediately went up to the back seat. The motor passed away from the minimarket.

Wulan down in a coffee shop. He was in a hurry to get into the place to work. Wulan tiptoed in, the steps were so slow so as not to be caught by the manager who is now in there.

Shit, this is all because of that guy. Kill me if caught late after the break.

Wulan opened the door, entering by sneaking around. He had to immediately go to his workplace, standing among the baristas behind the table.

"Ehem," Deheman a man's voice made him jump in shock. Wulan turned to the origin of the voice. A middle-aged lung man crossed his chest with a probing full look.

"Gapain you?" tanyanya squinted her eyes.

"Eum, that's sir. I was ...." Wulan thought of the right reason for this.