Damar (Not) For Wulan
Stay In Apartment

The smile she had originally seemed to have turned irritated.

"Well, can't I see you here?" The arrival of Dimas made me uneasy.

"I just moved in, Mom. So, I can't get a guest first. Still a mess inside, sorry." My head occasionally turned towards the living room. Seeing the whereabouts of Mom and Dad.

"Because I'm here, I want to help settle Elu's stuff." Dimas is still tight.

"No need!" I screamed involuntarily, immediately I covered my mouth with both palms.

"Gue Bantuin was rejected. I'm going in." Dimas is still pushy.

"Please yes, Mas .. I'm tired, want to rest after finishing later."

"Where are Elu's parents? I want to meet them. Let them know that someone is looking after their child while living in this apartment." Dimas blinked many times, smiling widely at me.

I pushed her body away from the doorstep of my apartment unit.

"Wulan, don't do it, darling! If you want to push don't push here, but here." He pointed at his field chest wrapped in a work shirt. There's a tie wrapped around the collar of that shirt.

"Dimas, stop! I'll go in first yeah, we can talk sometime."

"Well, when I came here on purpose, want to help you today." His face turned lethargic.

"Sorry, you have to go back to work. Our stuff is just a little. You don't have to worry about that." I tried to smile for him.

"Lan, you know what? I have sudden diabetes."

"Eh, what? Whatdoes thatmean? You sick?" Dimas shook his head weakly.

"Gue does not hurt, look at the sweet smile Elu, my diabetes so increased, treated sweets anyway."

"So, what the fuck ... dreadlocks, not funny at all." The man chuckled amusedly at the look on my frowning face..

"Don't whine that dong! The sweetness is gone."

"Wulans! Who's there, kid! Why don't you go back to the kitchen?" peekik Mom's.

"Nobody, Mom. Wulan's going there a little later" I said.

"Bu-" I shut her mouth quickly. Fortunately, his voice succeeded in getting me red.

"Ngapain used to call the Mother of all? You go to work again." I was forced to push him even stronger and shut the door immediately.

"Who is that? Like there's a man's voice." I approached when the door was closed. It was a relief that he did not see Dimas.

"People have the wrong address, ma'am." I pushed her back to the kitchen.

"Yes time? There's another knock on the door." Mom looked at the door.

"Most noise from the unit next door, ma'am." I should be able to distract Mom.

Dimas nih, expelled instead of leaving, even still knocking on the door.

"Mom won't go to the kitchen again, Lan. I'm done cleaning it up." Mom turned around, looking at me.

"Say you want to cook?"

"Later on, I'm gonna take a little break." He left me in his room.

"Sir, you don't want to eat yet?" ask me to the father who has finished his work in the kitchen.

"Later on, Lan. It's only eleven o'clock. Mr. Mommy then yes, later in the afternoon want to sit on the balcony see the tall building again." I can only nod.

I was confused what to do, bored it feels to be in this place, not active as usual.

"Did I call Aunt Iren? Aunty usually likes to talk, it's okay even though I'm horrified Auntie ngoceh." Legs stepped into the room, grabbed a hape on the nightstand then searched for the name of Mother Damar.

"What's up, Lan?"

"Aunty's busy?" many doubt.

"That's how it is, still a snack. Half an hour later the arisan starts. What's wrong? Need anything?"

"Eum, there's no one, Tan. Wulan's just a boss here. Want to work again at the coffee shop."

"Iren!" There was a voice I didn't know calling his name. His voice sounded vague.

"Let's talk about it again, yeah! There's someone coming." Phone calls are disconnected.

"Well, everything's busy." I sat on the edge of the bed with a lunglai.

"Dimas," I said spontaneously. This foot rests from the room towards the main door. I opened it, the man was no longer seen in the corridor of the apartment.

"Ck, I don't know .. I'd better get some sleep." I decided to take a nap before lunch.

Intentions want to sleep, but, the existing one can not close the eyes. My body turned to the right to the left, hugging the bolster tightly.

"Arrrgggggghhh, can't take a nap." I got up half-sitting, both legs crossed.

I'd better cook it, take my place. It is good to spend time.

I struggled in the kitchen, picking up a few pieces of chicken, vegetable soup, chili peppers and some instant seasoning. I don't know how long I've been in the kitchen, frying chicken I've done. Cooking the vegetable soup is also done. This time I mix the chili, prepare to fry the chili.

"Arrrgh." The chili exploded and hit my arm. My body moved away, my flushed arm was hit by an explosion.

"Wulan, what's wrong with you, Nduk?" Mom and Dad approached.

"Turn it off, sir!" mother, Father immediately turned the stove.

"Why are you cooking everything? I told you to let Mom cook. Here's your arm!" He took a jar of flour, sprinkled it on my arm, which was flushed with oil and chilli splashes.

"Wulan bosen, Mom. That's why Wulan thought cook. It's good to spend time." We both left the kitchen.

"Where are you cooking tofu? From childhood always cook Mom's cooking." He saw the condition of my arm.

"Still not?" Mom's worried. I nodded weakly.

"Wulan can cook. The proof can be fried chicken and cooked vegetable soup." My face scowled.

"Fried sambel ajah do not know, if you want to fry the chili it must be split first cabenya, or stabbed so as not to jump if exposed to heat. That's a trivial thing don't know." Mom even scolded me.

I was lazy to respond to Mother's words. It feels like this arm is blistering. Luckily, I dodged it immediately, so I didn't get much heat from the oil.

"Your father cleaned his kitchen. I also cook rice, yes there is chicken and vegetable soup but no rice?" You chuckle amusedly at my behavior.

"Sorry, Wulan forgot that she should cook rice first."

"After this, we go to the pharmacy! Buy ointment so that there are no marks on the skin. Soon the fiancee will even get a splash of hot oil."

"Let's buy it, Mom. You go outside first."

"Wait on! Do you know where the place is? Do you know how to pull the elevator? Do you know how to get down? We're on the fourteenth floor, sir." I asked a lot of questions.

"Yes, I forgot." I sit on the sofa.

The knocking of the door distracted our attention.

"Let me open the door." He's moving away.

"Wait, Mom! It could be the unit next door." Could be bad if Dimas again comes.

"Not there, but here. You're sitting there." I was worried to see Mother who was stepping quickly towards the door.