Damar (Not) For Wulan
Kebaya Fitting

"Mom, answer me!" This thought was already thinking about the things that could have happened.

"Look, the car we were riding in broke down on the road." I was relieved to hear it, my body suddenly suffocated from being so relieved. My mind was everywhere.

"Mother, it's up to call Wulan everything. I made a surprise earlier. Good thing Wulan's heart is still in place, not yet dislodged."

"What's the matter, Lan? I'd like to ngabarin if it's still on the road because the taxi broke down."

"Mother, Wulan was worried about hearing Mom's voice."

"Mommy's voice is shaking because she hasn't eaten since, because she's on strike and away from the stall, so look at it."

"Mom, Mom and Dad better eat first!"

"Where to eat? There's a restaurant, and there's an M."

"Go in, ma'am to the restaurant! You still have money, right?"

"Yes, there's money. Five hundred grand."

"That's more than enough to eat there, most if at restaurant M it runs out 150 thousand."

"OPO? FORBID MEN, NDUK (What? It's expensive, son) I don't want to waste that kind of money."

"Astaghfirullah, Mommy. When do you wait for the taxi? Could have fainted later, or I could have changed for another taxi, I paid for the taxi."

"Owh, can it be." I patted the eel because I heard Mom's words.

"Bye, Mom. As long as it's paid before moving a cab."

Someone patted my thigh, Aunt Iren pointed with her chin at the building ahead there

"Mom, yes! Wulan has to go now, wants a kebaya fitting."

"What's? What are you doing, Nduk?"

"Fitting kebaya, Mom."

"What's that?"

"Nyobain kebaya is suitable, this is the same Aunt Iren as well. We'll see you at Aunt Iren's house."

"Oh, yes, go! Try to find out which is good." Phone calls are disconnected. I let out a sigh of relief.

"Come, Honey! Don't wait for your mother anymore! After you're married, you're Mommy's son."

"What do you mean, Tan? They're Wulan's parents, anyway." Wonderful, actually what Aunt Iren thought, he could have said like that. I feel like a child being sold by my own parents through marriage.

Argh, never mind, dizzy if you follow their will. We both came in, some boutique employees saw me not like it. They treated Auntie kindly and kindly, while I was treated with carelessness and indifference. Very bright with the forced smile they showed.

"Here, Honey!" They looked at each other, as if in disbelief at the words coming out of Aunt Iren's mouth.

"Yes, Aunt." My face is ordinary, as before.

"Where did you try, honey?" He told me to choose an exclusive modern kebaya, only a few pcs.

"Eum, Wulan is confused, Tan. Aunty who chooses!"

"How are you? You want a fiancee, when is it Aunt who chooses?"

"Rather than later if Wulan chose, Aunt would not like and be asked to change, better than the beginning, Aunty ajah deh who milihin." I intentionally pursed my lips to be considered sulking.

Aunt Iren stroked the top of the head, She smiled faintly.

"Yes, you sit down first! Let Auntie choose, you will stay try ajah."

"Okay, ready Tan." Aunty was busy choosing, I saw a woman who seemed like this boutique boss approached him. He whispered then nodded briefly after Aunt Iren spoke to him.

"What the hell are they? So curious," I murmured. Before long, the woman stayed away from Aunt Iren.

"Please enjoy, Miss!" I was surprised to see the person who served food and snacks on the table. He was the employee who had to smile when he said hello earlier.

"Oh yes, thank you." I had to respond so as not to be considered disrespectful.

"Guil!" I drank the drink served when Aunt Iren called.

"Yes, Tan." My head looked up at Mother Damar.

"Try now yuuukkk!" There were two boutique employees.

"How much is this, Tan?" I saw the hands of the two employees were filled with kebaya.

"That's just six, honey." Aunt snorts wide.

"What's? That's real, Tan." Suddenly my body was limp without bones.

"Don't protest!" He encouraged me to go to the locker room accompanied by the two employees.

"There are those who help. You don't have to worry."

"Heum" I said briefly.

I went into the locker room, one by one all the kebaya tried. Aunt Iren watched closely.

"Pearl white color is good. Same sky blue one, we rented those two, huh Ma'am! Same suit as a couple of men." The two staff nodded briefly then went away from us.

"Lho, Ma. It's not removable." I protest because this kebaya is still attached.

"Wait a minute, they'll come" said Auntie.

A few days later, the payment was handed over. Tomorrow they will send the two pairs of kebaya to the address of Auntie's house.

Grateful was drinking and eating snacks served, enough to prop up the stomach.

We were already in the car, instead of being disrespectful, I leaned back on the head of the chair as it suddenly went limp. Maybe because my stomach asked to be filled.

"Sir, to the regular restaurant! We'll have lunch there."

"Okay, Madam."

"Alhamdulillah," I said excitedly. I think Aunt Iren can hold it, she's hungry too.

"Why, Lan?"

"Wulan is so grateful to have come out of the boutique." I reasoned.

There was no confirmation, the vehicle stopped in front of the parking lot.

"Sir, if you buy lunch, here's the money!" Aunt Iren gave a piece of blue money to Mr. Dadang. The driver accepted with a glittering look.

We entered the restaurant, sitting by the glass window while looking at the passing vehicle. Aunt is busy ordering food.

"Wulan, what message do you want?" he asked while busy opening the menu.

"As for Auntie Ajah, Wulan has never eaten at a restaurant like this, Tan."

"Mommy's worried it's not to your taste, honey."

"Wulan is not picky, Aunt."

"Eum, okay. My mom chose this one." He pressed the red button on the side of the table. The waiter came with a tablet, recorded our order.

The waiter left us both.

"Tan, why don't you eat at the warteg ajah? Or maybe meatballs and chicken noodles, must be really good, Tan." I've wanted food for a long time, but only now do I dare to be frank.

"Would you like to eat something like that?"

"Why Auntie? There's nothing wrong with the food, it's delicious and cheap."

"That's wrong because such food is inappropriate for people like us." This head looked up, staring at the face of a woman who approached us at the table.

Very arrogant this person, his name is also taste, you are just prestige if you do not eat in a place like this, even though it tastes tasteless less seasoning.

"What are you doing here?" ask Aunt Iren to her.