Damar (Not) For Wulan
Mother's Anger

"One note tens of millions, there were five notes that were splattered earlier." I dare not look at Damar's eyeballs.

"Broom, until when are you wasteful like this?" Om Purnomo approached his son with a waist rack.

"During the time I don't buy clothes, Pap. Just once." The man glanced at me.

"Tuh, Mami denger himself, right if Mas Damar was willing to spend more than 50 million dollars just for fun." After saying that to Aunt Iren, Selena left this room.

"Ratah from Papi, only thirty million a month. You make a day's shopping even less money." Aunt Iren fussed over her son's ear.

"Not every day, Mama. If you're shopping for a new one." His tone was not as loud as before.

"After you're both officially married, there's no more rations. You grow the coffee shop business without the help of a penny from Papi, remember that!" Om Purnomo immediately left this room.

"Pap, that's time. Salary asdos where enough for fun." He looks pissed.

Plaaakkk

This time Aunt Iren's hand hit her son's back furiously.

"Thankfully, you should know what it's like to skimp. Mami's children who are girls even used to their death, you—boy one-on-one even extravagant naudzubillah. What kind of household head would you be, like this, huh?"

"The room needs that stuff, too, Mom. Not just buy, anyway the goods are used not for display."

"You should learn from Wulan! Learning to save money, Mami sees that she is a simple person, sending her salary to her parents. Buying makeshift stuff. You have to learn simple, don't buy stuff anymore!" Aunt Iren is still advising her son.

"He's kere, Mam, not sparing. Try a lot of money, he must be wasteful not kelulungan because he has never held that much money."

Aunt Iren compared the nature of the two of us to the opposite. I save money because I have to finance the needs of parents in the village. Even now, I'm still trying to raise money, for some reason they won't let me work in a coffee shop.

"Mami was sure of him, he wouldn't spend the money to have fun. You know, when Mami bought her a dress, she just left it." I have to interrupt this fierce debate Mother and child, otherwise they will argue until tomorrow morning. It's true that my guess all along, the two of them are the same. Neither would give up.

"Tante, Wulan's dizzy, getting some rest." I pretended to massage the temple.

"Dizziness? Take the medicine first, yes! After that go straight to sleep." The face of this middle-aged woman was so anxious.

"Damar, take the cure!"

"Damar drowsiness, Mam. Go back to the room. Damar will tell Aunt Ajah to take the medicine." Damar stepped away.

"Ck, that's a child for a reason." Aunt Iren shook her head a few times.

"You just sleep first! Do not be surprised to see the nominal note earlier, do not think!" his mother Damar. I nodded briefly.

Cup

The sound of a kiss on the forehead makes me flabbergasted.

"Good night, Wulan." This time I got attention like this.

"Malem, Aunt." My attention followed in his footsteps until the back was no longer visible. Ever since I grew up, my parents never kissed me. But, Aunt Iren even kissed her casually. His attention is huge to me.

The half-opened door pushed the woman closer.

"Non, sorry. This is the medicine Auntie has prepared, please drink it!"

"Just put it there, Bi!" Show me pointing at the nightstand. Excuse me then leave this room, do not forget to close the door.

I got out of bed, my breathing had been normal since then after calming down. I took the two drugs, opened the package and then threw them in the toilet. Drinking water is like that too. That's just an excuse, if tomorrow they find the cure still there, of course my lies will be exposed.

Just as I was about to lie down, the ringing sound of the hape distracted my attention. I hurried to answer.

"Yes, Mom. Why?"

"Mom's been waiting for a call from you ever since."

"Piye to Nduk (Gimana anyway, Nak) Mom and Dad tomorrow to Jakarta again, preparation for your fiancee's event. You didn't call either to pick up or anything." His voice was loud because I was cute.

"Mother said you already got the fare from Aunt Iren, why still call Wulan pick up everything? Take a taxi here, ma'am." I deliberately ignored them both because my desires were ignored.

"Wulan, can we please take a taxi from the station?"

"Lha, what else, Mom? Taking a taxi is good, not hot, not raining. Yes, Wulan wants to sleep, it's sleepy." I haven't had time to disconnect the call, Mother screeched loudly.

"Wait a minute!" My head is away from that flat object.

"Ck, what else, Mom?" just pissed.

"Wulan, since when do you like to argue like this? Sampe clucked everything."

"Why do you want to know when? Yes, since Mom and Dad betrothed Wulan to Damar," I said no less ketus. Just this time I was high-pitched to him. This is all because I always hold back the anger that never subsides because of being betrothed. The days I spent getting to know the Damar family made me even more depressed. Can't decide what decision I'm going to make, they all manage it.

"Wulan, don't make your mother angry, Nduk! It's all because of your kindness, Nduk." This time my voice was heard.

"Let's know he'll be polite to parents, sir!" hardik Mom rough. I can hear it.

"Already, Mom." The voice of the Father tried to calm Mother.

"Sir, Wulan is sleepy. Tomorrow there is no need to go to the boarding house, take a taxi directly to the house of Aunt Iren, already yes, sir." I immediately disconnected the phone call. Disable network hape so as not to terrorize them again. So sleepy, I was no longer conscious.

***

Morning after breakfast.

Me and Aunt Iren went to the boarding house accompanied by a driver named Mr. Dadang. Damar had to teach at his college, so, he couldn't drive us.

Arriving at the boarding house, I stuffed all my clothes into the large suitcase I had.

"Wulan, are those your clothes? T-shirts, jackets, shirts? You're a guy what a girl?" Aunt Iren picked up my shirt which I put on the floor with pandan mats.

"Tante, Wulan likes to make clothes like this. Simple, not complicated. Make jeans, just." I rarely wear a skirt, dress or the like that must be combined with a feminine top.

"Can't do it dong. Pearl child Mami tuh beautiful make skirt and dress, blouse shirt is also a lot. You bought that so good."

"Males, Tan. This is all still good. Not three years."

"WHAT?" aunt Iren's screeching made me close both earlobes.

The sound of knocking on the door distracted us, I opened it after hearing the voice calling.

"What's up, sir?" ask me to the guard kost.

"There's a guest, Neng. Waiting in front."

"Who?"

"Cowok, Neng."

"Whose name, sir?"

"You don't know Neng, just try checking!" The guard went away.

"Who, Lan? Guys, he said, you know whose guy you're doing?"

"Don't know who, Tan. Maybe not the Wulan that was looking for. Wulan go ahead, Tan." I left Aunt Iren alone in the room.

Foot stepped quickly, rushing to the turnstile. There was a figure of a man I knew waving his hand after seeing me.

"What the hell's he doing here?" I was agitated as I glanced at the door of the boarding room.