Damar (Not) For Wulan
Wulan Galau's

The man who was hit by Wulan folded his hands on his chest. His eyes squinted, staring at the face of a girl in front of him.

"Hehee .. I'm sorry sir. I'm in a hurry." It turned out that he hit the manager who was about to enter his study.

"Why late? Who else is it this time?" The look of the middle-aged man was seen scrabbling.

"I'm not late, sir. On time and ready to work." Wulan smiled clumsyly.

"Hurry and open your jacket and bag! Clean this room before it opens!" Wulan gawked at the manager's words.

"I mean Father? Should I clean up alone? Styling table chairs, sweeping, mopping and whistling glass?" Wulan swallowed her saliva heavily.

"Punishment for you for being late."

"Taa-pi, Sir-," The middle-aged lung man left Wulan still standing in her place.

The woman breathed so heavily.

"Campus, it has to be fast. Caffe opens at ten in the morning." Wulan remembered her task.

Several employees left their jobs and were called to clean the warehouse. Wulan hurried to take orders from the manager.

For an hour the girl struggled with work. His clothes were wet with sweat, his forehead was also covered in sweat. The new air conditioner is turned on, five minutes more this caffe will be opened.

"Wulan, chill your body first! Smell of sweat." The leader of the cafe told his men to go to the bathroom.

"Not two more, Mom. Oops, Sir." He made the wrong mention.

"Later I tell Tina to clean it up. Not nice to see the customer if you look like that, randomadut." Riki—leader caffe that Wulan likes to look at the appearance of his partner who is already in a mess. It seems, the punishment of the manager is too. Riki had to talk about this incident.

"Thank you, sir." Wulan immediately passed from before Riki.

"Sabar Wulan, in Jakarta it was loud. You can't just give up. It's lucky that you can still work and survive in the midst of the onslaught of the capital city that is increasingly competitive." The girl cheered herself up while walking into the employee locker room.

Wulan felt embarrassed because Riki saw her chaotic appearance like that. He, secretly cursed the manager who had given the job as well as outrageous punishment.

After cooling the body temperature, Wulan tidied the hair. Tidying up the makeup that was not because of it, then he returned to his workplace. There are some consumers who go in and choose the menu.

At a top university in Jakarta, Damar came out of a room. The sunlight was already very hot. It was time for him to return home after successfully making the teaching supervisor receive the title of the thesis that he would work on.

"Mas Damar, we'll be in our class tomorrow?" Three beautiful students stopped their steps.

"I don't know, haven't seen the schedule." Damar got out of the three.

"Try checking again, Mom. I'm pretty sure that tomorrow Mas Damar replacein lecturer." They followed Damar to the parking lot.

Odd girls, really shy to follow in the parking lot. Damar's heart grumbled in annoyance.

The man did not ponder the question posed by the three girls. Quickly, he got into the vehicle.

"Well, we're being questioned again." They hit their feet hard on the ground.

"It's so arrogant to be an ashdos." One of them started to be unfriendly.

"Udah, you three are not Mas Damar's type. So, don't try to chase everything. Not going to digubris. Haha." Another girl approached them.

"Go ajah yuk! Don't wait for that cake man."

"Hey, what does Elu mean? You gatel chick."

The three of them passed away, lazy to serve another girl.

Damar's still driving. He had to go to the national library, looking for a reference book to work on the thesis because the title was already in the ACC of the supervising lecturer.

A few hours the young man focused there. No matter what the circumstances are around. Until there was a ringing hape that made him the center of attention.

"Damn, I forgot my voice," he immediately moved because he had to talk to the person across the phone.

"Mama, what's the call at this hour?" Damar immediately answered the phone call.

"Damar, why so long? Where are you going?"

"Lho, why Ma? Damar again in the pylus."

"You must have forgotten that this afternoon you have to go to the coffee shop. You have to introduce yourself."

"Can't be Mam. Damar must immediately pursue time to work on a thesis. Not that Papa said, the diversion after Damar kelar S2?"

"Just acquaintance with the employees, dear. Let them know who you are."

"When do you do, Mom. Now Damar has to get back to work."

"Yes, be careful. Don't just snack!"

"Eum." That's the only thing Damar said. The phone connection has been cut.

"A random snack how, the money is only the remaining two thousand doang." Damar complained about losing the bet.

In a coffee shop, there are two young and mature women who enter so friendly. They joined hands while giggling amusedly talking about a funny thing.

"Mam, what do you want to drink? Not just snacking?" Both of these people are mothers and children.

"As for you, you know what your favorite is." The child nodded and left his mother sitting by leaning on the head of the chair.

Riki smiled broadly at a woman who ordered a drink.

"How are you, Mom?" ask Riki for pleasantries.

"Good news, Alhamdulillah Ki. How's work? It's all smooth without any obstacles, right?" The woman asked again.

"Of course, Mom. All is safely under control."

"Good then. This order, this, this same yes! As always, less sugar and less ice." The woman pointed at the menu attached near the cashier.

"Ready, Ma'am .. Please wait." The woman returned to her seat.

Riki gave instructions to his team. After five minutes, the drinks and snacks are finished.

"Wulan, you go take this to the special table number eleven!" Riki told the pensive Wulan alone. I don't know what he's thinking.

"Eh yes ... Mr." Wulan immediately replied to the words of the head of the team.

He picked up the tray and delivered it to table eleven as per the instructions. He greeted the two men and placed food and drinks on the table. After that, he left the table.

"Wait first! What's your name? I think I've seen you." The adult woman stopped Wulan's steps.

Wulan turned around to look at their faces in turn.

"My name? My name is Wulan, Mom." He answered politely and smiled faintly.

"Wulan is yes." The middle-aged lung woman stared at Wulan's face intensely. It seems to be thinking of something.

"Sorry, Mom. I have to get back to work." Wulan left immediately.

"What's up, Ma? How come it's so serious all of a sudden?" ask the child.

"It seems like you're forgetting something important."

"What's that?" The child frowned.

"Astaghfirullah." The mother covered her mouth with both palms.