Damar (Not) For Wulan
Teasing the Past

"Aunty's habit, we've eaten coming home from here. Uh, there's aunty here, yeah we stopped by." He's Kelvin—suami Mutia's brother. He glanced at me not liking.

"That's it, Auntie thought she'd eat, let's have a table."

"Heheh, don't need aunty, it's not good to join. There's no visible germs."

"What do you mean?" Aunt Iren frowned.

"UPS, it's nothing, Auntie. We'll tell Tan." They're cipika cipiki with Aunt Iren. Not assuming I existed, they went right past me, walking haughtily.

"Wulan, don't mind them! Understandably, OKB reasonable so. Though Auntie knew what their situation was like, these five years their finances changed, uh even so arrogant." I smiled bitterly.

"Whose one is it, Tan?"

"She's Anya—vina's cousin." I'm asserting.

Our conversation was interrupted by a waitress, one by one served on the table. We ate it without ba bi bu anymore.

We chatted for a moment, rather he was the one who was raving about the engagement.

"Tan, how many people are invited? Don't be so excited if you can, Tan! Fifty people."

"Fifty that's Mami's, Papi's and Kelvin's families haven't been enough, honey. Just a hundred more extended families, not to mention Papi's colleagues and co-workers, should be five hundred people like him." Aunt Iren was laughing.

"Tan, don't do it! Waste of money because this engagement will not continue to the level of marriage." Oh, my God, my mouth's falling apart. I covered my mouth with my palm.

"What do you mean, Wulan? I can think negatively that way. You want to see Mami hanging? Huh?" His eyeballs are glaring.

"Astaghfiullah, Tan. Don't talk about it!" I feel guilty.

"We're going home now! We'll wait for your parents at home, and we'll talk about this again."

We both got out of our seats, got back in the car. Mr. Dadang immediately turned on the vehicle engine, the car was sliding to break the road during the day to the afternoon.

We arrived at the front of the house, there were two people waiting for our arrival on the terrace, Mom and Dad were leisurely sitting on the floor of the terrace, Mr. fanning his face with a hat he held. There were two large bags lying beside them.

"Mother, Father? Why wait here?" I hurried to him.

"Why don't you just go in?" Aunt Iren shook her head looking at her best friend.

"Nothing, let us wait here. Here the floor is cold, can while leyeh-leyeh as well."

"About, let's go in first!" They both stood up.

My hands took their hands in turns to shake hands. We walked in together, and sat in the living room. The two bags were taken by Mr. Dadang to the guest room that I occupied.

"You both must be tired, you better eat first just rest!" Aunt Iren started a conversation with my parents.

"No, males. We've eaten, just need a bath so the body is not sticky." My mother smiled thinly.

"Go to your room! Tonight let's sleep here first, tomorrow then you move to the apartment we've rented for a year." Aunt Iren's words left my parents flabbergasted in disbelief.

"Why a year? Long time. We're only here a week, right?" My mom looks confused.

"One month, you've been with Wulan for an entire month here."

"Tante, Wulan has to work after the engagement. Mom and Dad are just the two in the apartment then. Continue, the location of the apartment to the workplace is quite far away, Tan. It takes time, say Mother and Father if you have to always be in the apartment." I'm delivering uneg-uneg.

"You don't have to worry! There are Mami who will accompany them so as not to be bored, for work, you can ask to be transferred to a branch that is soon to be opened. Close to your apartment."

"Quickly neither," I murmured alone.

"The impatient room wants to quickly open it, the grand opening three days after your engagement."

"What's? That fast, Auntie?"

"Yes, that's why Damar is getting busy. There are indeed confidants to it, but, he is also monitoring the conditions and developments there."

"Prepare to be a wife of aspiring entrepreneurs, Damar can definitely make you and your children happy, Auntie sure."

"It's not all because of the material, Tan. Everything can be bought with money, but no one can buy happiness with money."

"Wulan, can you just shut up?" I patted my shoulder hard.

"Duh, Mom, sick." I frowned.

"At least, if you have money. You and the kids won't be lacking like we used to." Aunt Iren looked sad. His eyes are glazed

"Iren, don't think about the past! What passes, let it pass. We've both faced life's challenges all along, you're not alone." Mom and Aunt hugged so tight. There was clear water coming out from the corner of the woman's eye.

Why the two of them? What is it with their past? Aunt Iren is so sensitive, is there perhaps a big secret that the two keep tight?

"Sir, why are they so melow?" I'm shaking my shoulder.

"Yes, you don't know? Isn't that Aunt Iren's best friend, too?" I shook my head in doubt.

"That friend of Iren is yes, your mother. They were best friends since childhood before your Father and Mother knew. You also do not ask much about Iren, they if you have met and chatted, always long. You were once questioned for that, to the point of causing a commotion between us."

"Till it?" Father nodded steadily.

"Mom and Dad got married first?" He nodded again.

"Yes, two years later Iren married Purnomo."

"Mom's having a hard time getting pregnant first, huh sir? Aunt Iren's eldest son, Mutia's sister, was about twenty-nine years old. Wulan's two five, you know." We chatted together because both women of that age had been busy with her world.

"Your mother had a miscarriage, she was stressed and did not want to have children. That's why you're a long way from Mutia."

"Owh, I see, Wulan just found out. All this time Mom and Dad were good-natured." I looked at his face.

"Since when have you cared about our lives in the past? You only know how to work and work after school." Father's face turned sour.

"You want it but confused as to what it is, sir? Oh yes, one thing that always stuck in Wulan's heart." I remember this important thing again.

"What is that, anyway?" Both eyebrows are tied.

"Wulan's grandparents and grandparents where?

Are the four of them dead? If he's dead, there's gotta be a tomb, right? During Wulan's lifetime, Father and Mother never invited Wulan to pilgrimage to their graves." Finally the question that I had long since been quieting, was issued today.

"Sir, answer dong!" My face is like a confused person. His eyes were on Mom.

"Sir."

"Eh yes, Lan." He smiled stiffly, his face clearly visible.