Damar (Not) For Wulan
Staying In The Damar House

I'm holding the shirt Aunt Iren pulled.

"Well, how can you tear this gini?" I can't believe that shirt was torn.

"Where does Mama know, you should be careful, so as not to tear like this. Is it because Damar fought earlier? You were beaten by Damar's opponent, huh?" I shook my head quickly.

"Sir, Tan. I'm not fucked up."

"That's because Damar pulled his shirt. Last time you wanted to fall, I pulled a shirt. Sorry if it's torn." With a flat tone of voice he uttered.

"Dude, you're not careful." Aunt Iren looked at me anxiously.

"You change your clothes, Lan! Pake's got Selena, like your body's in a similar posture."

"What it looks like, Mam. Look at that big d4danya, his ass too. Very different with Selena, will not fit deh."

Hearing her impolite remark, I hit her field chest firmly.

"It's not polite."

"Gue speaking based on facts, not wrong, right?" He caught my hand hitting him.

"Into my wounds, here! Don't be so smart, I've just learned the taste."

"You guys, make Mam envious. Mam stay ajah ah, let you guys have fun."

"Auntie."

"Mommy." Me and Damar spoke at the same time.

"Wulan, you ask to take you to the guest room to Damar! Mama's going to the room first." The middle-aged lung woman left us both.

Me and Damar were silent, speechless. I saw Damar's relaxed and flat expression.

Cold but attentive, not attentive. Ahhh, come on, don't think about this madman anymore.

Damar's hand patted the empty air in front of my face.

"Elu why? Stress huh?"

"About."

"Instantially, just smiled to myself."

"No, I was just a crazy person passing by. Just now, take me to the room. I'm so sorry, I have to go to work tomorrow."

"That torn Shirt, how? Change my shirt, let's go to the room! You can find the shirt you want to wear." Whether conscious or not, he pulled my arm. We walked along holding hands. Climbing the stairs. I was confused as to what to do, should I let go or let go of his hand?

"Let's go in! It's my closet, if that one's a walk on closet, but, uh, the clothes are there for formal wear."

Damar let go of his hand, he opened the closet door.

"This is my collection shirt." I'm amazed to see it. Many t-shirts of various colors and patterns. There's a hoodie, a multi-colored fan sweater jacket. This color is like a rainbow color, neatly arranged.

"Woi, so no minjem? Vote!" So impressed, I have not been able to choose the shirt I will wear.

"Is there really pink?"

"Some, just try to find it!"

"Pinky boy." I chuckled amusedly at the thought of Damar wearing a favorite color synonymous with women.

"Ck, noise! Choose the hunt! I want to take a shower. Or gini ajah, I stay in the shower, You can choose what make shirts." Good idea, I was still confused to choose it. It's like one clothing outlet is in one closet.

Damar went towards the other door, it must be the bathroom door. I picked one by one the shirts that were hung, looking at the pattern and design.

"Males ah, what a stir," I murmured to myself.

I don't know how long I spent looking for the right clothes. I've never chosen anything like this. Everything is good, the material is cold and the pattern is funny and adorable. For this one, I admit we have one taste.

"Have you chosen yet?" Damar out that door. He wears a towel around his waist. Her other hand rubbed her wet hair. I swallowed heavily. Seeing him like this brought my memories back to my hotel room this morning.

"Eh, did you see Paan? That was drooling." He touched the corner of my lips and then rubbed his finger on my shirt.

"Basar chick ilean."

"That's not an illiterate, haphazard." I wiped the corners of my lips using my palms.

"Select school! I am tired and tired. The wound still hurts again." He complains.

"Cemen, so the guy's complaining all the time." I intentionally cut him.

"You don't realize what, if it's all because of you. Try not to go to the car first, surely my face is still as handsome as before."

"Sweety, really bad, it's human one." I grieve. My gaze underestimated him.

He approached me, pushing my body to the side. He took off a few hangers, picked a shirt for me.

"Now, it'll suit Elu!" He offered a green shirt with screen printing with yellow and red larvae.

"No, I don't want to make ginian clothes, tacky." I-i refused.

"Partially, choose a long-lasting dress." I sped up on that shirt, rather than getting sprayed. I hurried to pick one that looked suitable.

"But how are his pants?"

"This again, ngerepotin ajah." I smelled the sweet aroma of shampoo and soap as it came out of Damar's body. Unknowingly, my head leaned towards his body. It smells like it hypnotizes me.

"Eh, what's the decoction? Little distance!" He pushed my body violently until I couldn't balance my body. I was about to fall, my hand grabbed the towel. My mouth calls out his name.

"The room!" I screamed before I actually fell.

"Wulan, what the hell." He caught my hand. But, unfortunately, he did not realize that the winding of the towel had been removed. We both accidentally hugged due to her overpowering pull. My right hand was sticking to his field chest. These eyes are closed.

Damar pushed slowly my body attached to him. I opened my eyes, these eyeballs are fiddling because I see sights I don't deserve to see.

"Arrrgggggghh."

"Aarrrrgggghh." We both screamed at the same time.

"Where, where's my towel?" He's looking for the towel.

"What's wrong? What's the matter? Why are you two here?" That voice, we stared at Aunt Iren who was in the doorway.

"DANGERS! WHY DON'T YOU MAKE THAT SHIRT?" Aunt Iren shouted so loudly. My hands moved to cover both ears.

"Mam, Damar from the bathroom. The towel's falling." In a hurry he wore a white towel that he grabbed on the floor of the room.

"Wulan, what are you doing here! Mama said your room is in the guest room. What's in Damar's room? Don't you want to do it" Aunt Iren did not continue her words, she covered her mouth with wide eyes.

"Tante, it's not, Tan. Aunt misunderstood."

"What the hell is it, Mam? Very good rame." Selena approached us.

"Remain in a fuss? Why are you gathering here?"

Duh, bad, Om Jaya is also here. Selena, Aunt Iren and Om Jaya stared at us in turn. Their eyeballs squinted sharply at the two of us. Silence for a moment, after that the words of the head of this family made me feel like I was struck by lightning.

"Both of you, if you've said ajah. Tomorrow morning, Papa marry you!"