Damar (Not) For Wulan
Not Reality

The middle-aged woman looked at Wulan's back until she was nowhere to be seen.

"Who the hell, Mam?" Mutiara—sang son is still waiting for his mother's speech.

"Mom remember first, it seems like you have to talk to Papa too." He suddenly made his son wonder.

Pearls divert the conversation rather than having to be curious about what her mother said. Moreover, the mother was not clear with her memories. The mother and son changed the subject.

The clock changed quickly. The coffee shop is closed. As usual, Wulan walked towards the kosan. There were some co-workers who wanted to drive him home, but, Wulan who was used to being independent did not want to trouble others. Put him in the old boarding house. He stepped inside the room. Unlock shoes and jackets. Today's work made him more tired than usual.

He's lying on the floor. Hand stretched. Slowly, Wulan's eyes closed so tired.

Wulan was breathing heavily, as if she was in a situation that made her think badly.

He woke up from his sleep and rubbed his face wet with sweat drops.

"What dream was I? Why is it so scary?" Wulan spoke with her hunting breath.

The girl took cold water to relieve her throat. He casually returned to the bed after starting to calm down and continued his sleep again.

***

At the Damar house.

The sound of a bell on the front door made Damar wake up from his sleep. The man fell asleep on the living room sofa as dizziness struck.

"Duh, my head is so dizzy." Complain Damar while holding his head.

The bell rings again.

Damar observed the circumstances around him. He realized that it was morning by noon.

The atmosphere in his home was as if there was no sign of life other than himself.

"Where is aunt or whoever it is? Why didn't one of them open the door?" muttered Damar annoyed.

This time the bell rang again and again as if impatient.

"It's a lot of noise." Damar's grunts finally got up and walked towards the door.

Clack, the door's open.

"Your room, you've been waiting in the usual place." The one in front of him was Roni.

"Why the hell, this hour even nongol in my house?" Damar was so upset.

"It's noon, not morning anymore. You ngigo what's dreaming? Uh, same thing?" Roni tilted her head as if she was thinking hard.

"Geez, why would they let me sleep here? Where's my stomach laper." Damar felt there was an awkwardness.

"Bath hunt! We're all waiting in the usual place." Roni shook his best friend's shoulder quickly.

"Where are Mom and Dad? Selena's the same sister Mutia's invisible." Damar looked in all directions. He felt astonished that in his house there was no one but Roni who was now in front of him.

"Ah, later Elu, Mar. I pull it off first. They were all waiting for me from earlier. If you don't leave, you might miss." Roni explained something that Damar did not understand.

"What's missing? How does something seem strange." Roni immediately left from before Damar. He half ran off the porch.

"Lho, from now on I walk in what place?" mumbling wonder.

His feet felt something strange. He tried to climb the stairs again. Suddenly his body shook.

"Broom, wakeup!" There was a faint sound heard.

"Uh." Damar squinted his eyes, suddenly in front of him was the mother who was patting the air in front of his face.

"You why the hell? What dreams did that happen?" His mother started patting Damar on the cheek.

"Gosh, Mam. Just a dream, huh?" Damar immediately sat down while looking around. The young man rubbed his eyelids repeatedly.

"Yes, you got to ngigo everything earlier. What is the dream?" The mother sits next to her son.

Damar seemed to be thinking hard. However, he shook his head quickly as he did not remember what his dream was.

"Yes, take a shower! Even in the afternoon sleep makes a daze. A shower! Just adhan Maghrib." His mother gave a warning.

"Yes, Mum." The young man got up from his seat, he immediately stepped slowly towards the direction of the stairs. His mouth was blowing repeatedly.

Mutiara—the oldest son was talking to his mother at the dinner table.

"Mam, where will Kelvin's wedding be?" Mutia was impatient.

"As for you, it's not you who want to find the place. It's even Mama." The mother did not want to interfere in the Pearl's wedding business.

Honestly, his mother did not like the character of Kelvin.

"Mama don't dong! He's soon to be the daughter-in-law of this family." The pearl pursed her lips.

"You have to get out of the house! You're a daughter, you have to follow your husband wherever he goes."

"So, Muti can't stay in this house with Papa and Mama?" His mother rolled her eyeballs.

"It's not okay, sometimes you can stay. Mama just wants you to know the behavior of your husband later. It says you're so immune to your love that he's too big."

"Mam, Kelvin's not that bad. She just can't control her emotions long enough, long she-long,"

"Udahlah .. do not need to be discussed again! Mama wants to pray Maghrib first." The woman in her fifties left her son sitting alone.

He was lazy to advise his son about the future husband who will soon become a daughter-in-law in this family. Her task of becoming a mother has been done well, this time she just pray that the eldest child has a happy home life with her own chosen man.

Damar who was ready to go down, pegged himself back in front of the mirror. His eyes were now fixed on the black thing that was lying on the table. He looked at the contents of his wallet which was only two hundred thousand.

"But three days. Tomorrow I have to eat what's this." He could not afford to buy the things he wanted.

There was a watch he had been looking for while in a shopping mall in the capital. He had to patiently wait until his ATM card was returned to him.

"House, there's your friend in front, son!" call the Mother.

Damar immediately went outside the room, saying his mother's words.

"Who's here at dinner?" He quickly climbed down the stairs. His feet headed to the living room that was near the main door.

Damar was flabbergasted to see who was coming. He did not expect that the person before him would dare to step on his house.