Damar (Not) For Wulan
An Accidental Meeting

Andre came up to us, he shook hands with Mom. He doesn't understand what we are doing? Our hands were busy holding these rather heavy items.

"Sorry, Ndre, we're in a hurry." I walked first. I didn't break his words. Mom and Dad followed. He seemed unfriendly to Andre. It could be because he immediately pointed out that I was beautiful, he was a man, and I was his betrothed son. The old man's mind must be so. They are always suspicious of men near their children. They think this child is the target of men out there, even though I am aware that I am an ordinary woman.

"Brother is old, yes. Bring this stuff is already tired amazing." He sat on the sofa.

"We're old and we should have grandchildren, sir. Wulan is the one who is not married. If he's in the village, you'll be asked the neighbors mulu." Lah, Mommy, I said A even spread the subject to thing Z.

"Care what the neighbors say, ma'am. If for example married, does their mouth not stop talking? Unmarried people are asked when is marriage? Married people do not have children, asked again, when have children? I have a child asked again, when do I add his child? So continue not abis-abis. Ribet is very much alive, until he takes care of the affairs of all people. The question will never be completed if you are in a wealthy catholic environment in the village of Mother and Father. Their minds are still substandard. Lack of insight into privacy to the point of being busy taking care of other people's household matters." I said long and wide. This chest goes up and down as it tries to hold back emotions.

"Lan, look at your mother! Almost fell the things that were brought."

"Wulan is lazy if ladenin Mom and Dad. Wulan wants to go to the coffee shop first, want to share with colleagues there." I grabbed my beloved sling bag, a bag whose color was already dull.

I saw the contents of the wallet getting thinner. Eating, drinking was given Aunt Iren. But, if I have to go anywhere, I use personal money. What if I become unemployed? No way, right?

I booked an ojek online, waiting in the lobby. I saw Andre talking to someone I didn't know. They looked familiar because the gesture that was displayed was so relaxed.

"Guil."

"Dimas, since when is he here?" The man approached me who was sitting alone.

"Is he alone here?" Without the ba-bi-bu she's sitting next to me.

"Please wait for Bang ojek."

"Where are you going? I'm anterin, right?"

"Thank you, I don't want to take care of you" I refused, shaking quickly.

"No nicotine, really. Where are you going?"

"You have to work, maybe late to his office. It's nine o'clock."

"I came back here because there's a file that's missing. All meetings with Andre."

"Come on, I'm anterine," he persuaded again.

"I can't cancel the order. Kasian his ojek."

"Calm down, I pay. If he arrives, let me give him the money directly."

"Udah, don't think much. We can talk in the car. You've been busy for a few days, not in the apartment. I'm trying to sleep but there's no answer."

"I'm again at the brother's house, naturally, because the new mother and father until a few days."

The ringing of the hape rang made us distract.

"From Mr. Ojek," I glanced at Dimas.

"We're on the road now!" We got out of our seats, I chatted briefly with the person across the phone.

"That's it! The license plate is the same." Show me to the biker.

Dimas approached the Father, giving a piece of money in blue, nominal twice the cost of the motorcycle.

"I'm paying, let's go!" The man was impolite, just pulling my hand away.

"Dimas, let alone dong!" I brushed.

"Just a hand, still safe. It's okay, Lan?" He rolled one eye.

"Yes, yes ..strong very yes. Until my hand hurts."

"Feel that!" I frowned, deliberately showing a dislike expression. I do not like to be touched with the opposite sex even if it goes hand in hand.

"Lake in!" he said as he opened the car door. But I opened the passenger door.

"Lho, why behind, Lan? Should be up ahead, let me call you a rental driver."

"Ck, yes .. I'm moving now." I don't want to move to the front seat.

Finally this vehicle drove also, whether intentionally or indeed how to drive it, this vehicle glided like a snail. Slowly even always overtaken other vehicles in the back.

Dimas asked various things, some of which I answered origin, some of which I answered honestly.

"Do you have a boyfriend, Lan? If you are invited always take an online taxi. I've never seen you walk with a guy." He glanced at me.

"Of course, our relationship is complicated. I don't know if we're dating or anything." I looked for safety, because Dimas's gaze was so serious when it came to discussing about couples.

"Don't ladenin' like that, Lan! Mending the same sure-fixed, like me for example." I cringed in wonder.

"Like you, how?"

"Like me. Let me be your guy. You better avoid that guy! He's not clear either."

"You must be kidding." I laughed to ease the nervous feeling.

No way he likes me, in his office there must be a lot of beautiful women. While I, yes my appearance is like this.

"I'm serious." The vehicle stopped, Dimas' eyes hitting me meaningfully.

"Dimas!" I screamed as his hand began to grab my hand.

"I'm not kidding, I see there's simplicity in you. I see the beauty of women as they are. Your face is natural without a thick makeup polish. You are just so pretty, Lan. Especially if you dress and wear nice clothes, I can lock you all day in the room."

"Don't fuck around, yeah!"

"Don't I say that if we were husband and wife, I would have gone soft in my room."

"I'll just get down here. Males ladeni jokes you, Mas."

"Yes, sorry .. I continue. We'll talk later at the coffee shop."

The vehicle drove fast, a few minutes later the building I missed was visible in plain sight.

"Oh yeah, I forgot. You don't work here anymore?"

"Eh, that's .. I'm still working but moving branches." I almost said I don't work anymore.

We went in and sat down by the window. He ordered an americano coffee for himself, while I ordered a caramel macchiato.

"Eh, do you remember my favorite coffee?"

"Of course it's pretty." He smiled broadly.

I walked around, wanting to talk to them. But, the condition this morning began to arrive many consumers. I better talk when they rest. I drink it without using a straw, it is better because the foam produced by milk is more pronounced.

"Wulan, if you drink slowly! It's a sticky shit." Dimas wiped the corners of my lips while smiling anxiously.

"What are you two doing here?" That tone of voice was like a person full of anger. I saw him, gulping heavily.