Damar (Not) For Wulan
The Wulan Family

"Anjayyy, Damar .. why are you here?" Smile them.

"Gue who should be the same Elu, Elu why look at people's apartment rooms? This apartment I'm in" I almost leaked information to him.

"Udah Elu what? You want to move to this place?" Both eyebrows are tied.

"Gue knows the tenants of this apartment unit. The building gives the key unaccompanied." He looked at me in wonder.

"Why yourself here? Want to buy an apartment or rent one?"

"Owh, I'm just looking around, Mar. How to know if there is a suitable fit for my taste interior." He was grinning wide.

"Gue thinks you bought a unit here." He shook his head quickly.

"Where do you get the keys?"

"Gue is just a minjem bentar doang, he said he had been sold and paid. If I want to go outside, you even play in the end."

"Sorry, I'm curious because the door is half open. So, yes I peeked for a while even my curiosity is getting higher."

"Well, I'm gonna pull it out, find somewhere else."

"Oh yes please!" He even told me to go outside.

"Woi, peak .. How is the story? You go outside! I want this key to the place."

"Hehehe, sorry, it's so comfortable to be at home here." He stepped away.

I went outside, locked the door to this unit back. I saw Dimas, who was still waiting, leaning against the wall.

"Gue first, please turn this key back on." I don't give a shit about her. Feeling tired makes me lazy to talk.

"Wait, Damar, wait a minute!"

"Why, Mas?"

"You really don't want to see another unit?"

"No, my males. I'm so tired, I pulled it." Dimas nodded. I left him alone. There's no one else in the hallway of the apartment but the two of us.

I went downstairs, pretending to chat with the maintenance man of the building. Who knows Dimas peeked, he was my friend who always wanted to know what his friend was doing. I glanced around, there was no nose. Thank goodness he didn't come to me.

"Almost I was caught if I had rented a unit here. He could've taken the rent, too." I breathe a sigh of relief.

These feet immediately get into the car, drive the vehicle and try to stay focused even though tired of controlling themselves. A few minutes later, the gate was visible, the fence was open, this vehicle just entered.

I got out of the car, stepped into the house. No one was in sight.

"Eheum, hail waalaikum" he said, folding his hands to his chest.

"So confused to say hello, no one here, Mam." I was actually lazy to argue with Mami. Regardless of his whereabouts, I rushed up to the second floor. Just as the foot was treading on the bottom rung of the stairs, there was a sound heard.

"The room!" I clucked softly so that the woman who gave birth to me was not angry.

"Ndalem, queen's king." I intentionally pressed my palms together, head bowing like a servant facing the royal queen.

"Here you! Mami wants to talk even play niceong ajah." This time Mami's hands ruffled her waist.

"What do you want to talk about, Mom? Damar is tired," I asked honestly.

"Later to be able to ask for a massage with your future in-laws if soy sauce, he's smart mijet."

"Alah, really males. What kind of spit would Mami say?" I can't wait to face this woman.

"There to the guest room! Wulan's parents have come!"

"Well, if tonight doesn't happen to them! Monthly money cut 100 percent, eat your salary asdos!"

"So Mum." I hurried up the stairs quickly.

"Basar tuh son, have the only son, his behavior is not even polite," Mami grumbled that was still caught in the ear.

"Mistake yourself, who told you to get fooled by everything." The corner of the lips rises.

I went into my room, doing afternoon activities by night. After the prayer, we gathered at the dinner table. Mami's glance made me uncomfortable, forced me to shake the hand of Wulan's parents. We ate together with three strangers, who else if not Wulan and her family.

Half an hour passed, I left the dining table without a word. Weary still hit, tomorrow must return to campus to teach again.

***

In the morning, without further ado, I immediately left for college after breakfast.The five-day work schedule was very busy. Where there is an insignificant event on Sunday, the intention is to fall all day but can not.

Now I have arrived at the college. I grabbed the briefcase, stepped quickly towards the economics faculty class.

"The room!" I didn't mind that call because I'm now getting into class.

"The room! It's been so, so funny since I had a boyfriend." Luci equalized the steps.

"Daughter? Who has a boyfriend?" We were both chatting while stepping in the campus corridor.

"The girl who came with you at graduation."

"Oh, my cousin's. They all misunderstood." I chuckled, forced to lie.

"Relatedly? Very friendly so really, until the kiss of the forehead all." He's still digging up information.

"Why go to college? Want to continue as a professor?" I switched the conversation.

"Some, you want to get important files. I'd like to see the lecturer too."

"Oh, that. Yes, I went to class first. Let if anyone is late, cave their law."

"Galak is very an assistant lecturer, especially later if you have become a lecturer."

"Bawels." We're both not in the same direction anymore. I went into class, saw who came in, who was late and absent.

Two hours later, they came out of this place. It was a relief to be able to relax for a moment before there was another class.

"Pak Damar, called the Dean, to his room now!" The student I knew called out to me as I sat in the chair leaning back.

"Dean? Sure I'm called the Dean? Why ya?"

"Yes, Sir. Then excuse me first." He left me alone in class.

"Ngapain Pak Triono called ya?" While stepping, this head thought hard.

Upon arrival in the dean's room, I knocked on the open door. He looked at me with his glasses always on his nose. His gaze was strange, strange as anyone. I felt a threat around this room.

"Damar, why daydream? Here sit!" he pointed to the chair across from his desk.

"Yes, sir." I obeyed his orders. I sat in front of him, we sat separated by a table.

"How long have you been an Asdos at this university?" Without further ado this middle-aged lung man looked at me fixedly.

The time of Mr. Tri forgets me so asdos how long, what senile parents already?

"Broom, answer!" His hand patted the table hard until I jumped out of the seat.