Damar (Not) For Wulan
Damar And Zayn's Fights

My hand pulled her hair.

"Argh, sick ogeb." Just contact the defender was released. I turned around, looked at him then hit the chest of his field repeatedly.

"You are, ngagetin ajah man. I was so scared." I'm glad he's Damar.

"Shuttt! Be quiet! There's Zayn waiting in front of my car. I'm males ladenin that guy, must've been fighting all the way."

"Owh, it turns out you can also give up."

"You don't know if I'm angry yet. He could have been taken to the hospital, taken by ambulance." Damar folded his hands on his chest.

"Keep, now what are we doing? Is it time to wait here?" grumbling.

"Eum .. how yes. Aha, try Elu ajah who kicked him out. Or we pretend we don't see."

"Bodo, I want to go home. Let's go to the car!" I left Damar behind. Why wait here, better just talk directly to the person. Thank goodness the man followed my steps.

I'm looking for the whereabouts of Damar's car, as I remember it was located in the parking lot B5. True what Damar said, he sat in the front body of the car.

"Hey, you're not home yet? I think you're back first." The man I knew named Zayn was looking behind my back.

"Well, this is Damar. I was waiting for you here." This time his hands were ruffled. His smile seemed to mock Damar.

"We're going home. You better go home, too, tonight." Damar calmly faced the man.

"Gue wants to talk about Lusi. Don't squint!"

He approached Damar, they faced each other.

"You two don't be like kids! Let's go home, Mar!" I pulled Damar's arm but Zayn pushed me hard. Luckily Damar managed to catch my body.

"Heh, you don't be rude to girls! You guys what's b4nci?" Damar's gaze began to be unusual. His jaw hardened, his left hand clenched until his veins protruded. Damar pushed my body behind his back.

Said he was rude to a girl, he was like Zayn. Equally rude.

"Oh, that chick is just a little impingement. Why did you keep it? Lusi ajak not You keep it until the whole thing." Zayn scoffed.

"Bacot is guarded! I told you that I have no special relationship with Lusi. He's the guy because my class is the same he's always the same. You don't understand my explanation."

"That's just your cover. You're both equally affluent, equally horny, foul smelling."

"Stop! Damar, let's go home!" I can't stand their debate anymore. I'm like a girl fighting.

Damar didn't serve him anymore, he opened the vehicle door.

Duaghh

"The room!" The man kicked Damar on the back.

"Si4lan Elu ya." Damar tried to get back at him.

The two of them fought each other, Zayn tried to put his fist on Damar's face. Thank goodness Damar could avoid it.

"Gosh, I have to call the security guard." Immediately I ran, looking for the whereabouts of the officer. After I met, I said there was a fight in the basement. The two men immediately followed my steps.

"Sir, that's them. Blue shirt please, sir! He's my friend." The two rush to separate Damar and Zayn.

"Stop! If you still make a scene, we'll have to call the authorities." They were both silent, not fighting each other. The mouths of the two were also speechless.

"Broom, let's go home! You can still drive, right?" He's nodding.

I saw Zayn sitting on the basement floor. His face was not battered. It turned out to be true what Damar said, if he could catch his eye when fighting, that's why he always held his anger so as not to be provoked.

"Your dagger is wounded, your jaw is also. Here I whistle!" I took a tissue over the dashboard, then wiped the wound.

"Stop, Wulan! Bemoan. Let's go home first!" He turned on the engine of the vehicle, this car hurtled out of the basement towards the main road.

I kept looking at Damar. Worried about his condition. No matter how long we were on our way home, we finally arrived in front of his house. Automatic doors open because there are guards there. This vehicle goes into the yard of the house and is parked in front of the garage.

I rushed down and circled the vehicle. He would open the door for Damar, but he had already opened it.

"What's up?"

"I'm worried that you might faint when you die."

"All right, don't be so attentive." He closed the car door. Fast-forward into the house. I followed him, Damar in a hurry to climb the stairs.

"Wulan, have you come? Where's your future husband?" Aunt Iren looked at me with a smile, I returned her smile.

"The room! When you go to the room. Wulan dong! Talk about it, he's spending the night at our house." Damar stopped moving, he did not turn around. I can guess that he's trying to hide his wounds and bruises on Aunt Iren.

"Damar, why did he end up?"

"Tante, Damar must be tired because he has stopped me. Let him rest first."

"Whatever, just driving doang keep him mabar with his friends."

"Room." Quickly Damar turned around, he went down the stairs and came face to face with Aunt Iren. Her mother held the chin of Damar, she moved left and right.

"You why? Stuffed up again, huh?"

"Tante, it's not Damar's fault." I'm afraid he'll get angry, but he's not wrong. It's all because of Zayn.

"Last afternoon the former fight has not been lost, even there is a former fight again. What are you going to be, Damar? How many times have you fought this week?" Instead of treating his son, he even nagged.

"Tante, let's treat the wound first." I stopped his tirade.

"Auntie! Ambuline box P3K!" no word, however, after a few minutes Bibi brought the box that Aunt asked for.

Aunt Iren encouraged Damar to sit in a chair in the living room. He treated Damar, applied anti-bruise cream.

"Lho, I'm the one who is ngobatin. You should dong as his future wife." He put a cotton bud over my thigh.

I was forced to move closer to Damar, where I and Aunt Iren switched places. I applied this cream to the cleaned wounds.

"Awh, sore." Hearing him spontaneously I blew the Damar temple.

Our eyes exchanged glances, my mouth was still blowing but I didn't know what to blow.

"Lan, what the hell? Why are my eyes blowing?" For a second I saw that lip, the corner of the lip slightly scratched.

"I'm sorry, not intentionally." I'm trying to focus on treating it, putting on the wound plaster.

"Wulan, what is this? Why is this so?" Aunt Iren surprised us both. He holds my back.