Damar (Not) For Wulan
Strives Fondly

My body is still riveted, why at a time like this should he be here. Didn't Aunt Iren say that dinner was with her.

"Why are you here, bar-bar girl? Who invited Elu on my show?" His hands are folded on his chest. Her eyes are looking at me.

"I also don't know why I was told to wait here." I got up from the chair. Trying to walk in. One thing's for sure, I have to find Aunt Iren's whereabouts.

I went out of the room, this hand fumbling against the wall as a grip so that my body would not fall while walking. It's all because of the high heels I'm wearing.

"Lho, why are you here? Damar's in the room, right? Let's go in!" Aunt Iren came over.

"dm ... Wulan has to go home, Tan. There's an urgent interest." I tried to smile.

"No way tonight you have to have dinner together! It has been two months that you have not met. Now is the right time because Damar has graduated Postgraduate. In two weeks, he will be discharged. You must be present at the show. Well, now this is one of the processes of getting you two closer." Aunt Iren is so excited.

Me, what about me? There is no love even in this heart. Why did this match have to happen to me? Wh why? I cannot accept their selfish decisions.

"But ... Tan--," I can't resist anymore.

He pushed my back. With a frowning face, I entered again accompanied by Aunt Iren who was in the back.

"Hey ... bar-bar girl, why did you come back here? Go there!" Damar's voice was deafening. I don't budge from where I stand.

I'm sure one hundred percent that Aunt Iren heard the voice of her son who kicked me out. Impatiently, he pushed me into the room.

"What did you say, huh? Who taught you to talk rudely to women? Say, who!" Just this time I heard the voice of Aunt Iren's cry. He was so shocked that his mother was in plain sight. Damar silent is unable to wart. While Aunt was staring at her son, I tried to stand up carefully so that I could survive wearing these shoes.

"Wulan, sit down now! You two have to be together often to get along." He encouraged me to sit back in his place.

"Sorry" said Damar as forced. I didn't know he was apologizing to me or to his mother because he was throwing his face at me.

"Damar, treat Wulan well! Look at her, she's already wearing the best dress, dressing up pretty just for this event."

Whats? I was stunned to hear his explanation.

"Tante, all this is Auntie. Aunty forced me to wear dresses and high heels like this." Of course I don't accept being made a scapegoat. I don't want the pride of being a woman who never chases after a smudged man.

"Hehehe, let's just why the hell, honey." He even grinned the horse, revealing a row of white teeth.

"Broom, Wulan, Mama stay yes, son. Mama give me two hours then you can get out of here." The middle-aged lung woman waved her hand. His feet stepped towards the door of the room.

"So, is this all my mom?" Damar chuckles amusedly.

"If not Aunt Iren, who else tried," I replied lazily.

"Gue thought it was Elu's own initiative. You don't really fit with female models bar-bar like Elu." He mocked my appearance.

"What did you say? I told you I'm not a bar." I defended myself. It's good that he always calls me that. Of course I don't accept.

"You-" I stopped because there was a knock on the door from the outside. I see the door open.

"Lake in!" this man in front of me.

There's a woman in this hotel uniform. He pushed the closed trolley. Put some drinks and some food on the table.

"Good fun" he said as he walked backwards. After saying thank you, the door closed.

I tried to ignore Damar's whereabouts. Seeing her look like a jutek makes me lazy. So, I must assume this man in front of me does not exist. Like an invisible creature.

Without further ado, I ate the food presented in front of me. Not bad, the menu this time there is a steak and some other menus in the style of French and Italian.

Yes, you can eat well and for free. Even with this model guy. If only I had eaten with Mas Riki.

I slowly feed my mouth. Not jaim or anything. In a place like this, table manner ethics are very important. Although I am not a rich man, but, when facing food must remain slay and polite.

I enjoyed it, trying to chew as gracefully as possible. When else to practice this kind of eating ethic. In the coffee shop we had to eat quickly because we had to race against time. Especially during the weekend, it feels almost no time to enjoy lunch or night.

Kulirik Damar at a glance, he sat firmly. Slicing a piece of steak meat and feeding its mouth. We were both too busy with food. I deliberately linger so as not to have time to talk to him.

"Uhukkk .. uhukkk!" Oh no, I'm choking because this mouth is full of fries.

"Bar-bar the style of eating, so it's a sprain." He still eats quietly. While I reach for the glass filled with water.

Fiuhhh, relieved it feels, my mind feels relieved.

We both ended up eating all the food without any leftovers. I looked up at the contents of the dishes that had been broken. Actually who ate all this me or him, huh? I scratched my head that wasn't scratching. This habit I always do when I think of something dubious.

"I felt like I was eating food in front of my eyes. It must not have been me eating it," I said as I watched the dinner table.

"It's that crazy, laper huh? This body eats keco cake." Damar is back to babbling.

"No, not me. I'm sure you ate it." I don't want to lose. Accused of spending food on the table, of course I do not accept.

We both argue that we don't want to lose. Suddenly a head came out from behind the table. Me and Damar jumped out of their seats. I was surprised by his sudden presence. My balance is not optimal, the high heels I use make me look and almost fall.

It was lucky that Damar caught my body. Spontaneity moves. We both moved so fast, we hugged. The head that was poking out earlier revealed its form.

"Well, are you here? Disturb the ajah man!" it's on someone up ahead.

"But, a hug." He even teased us.

"It's all because of Elu, so ogeb so people." Damar took my body out of his arms. He pointed at the face we knew.