Damar (Not) For Wulan
Digging Information

Aunt Iren flicked her waist, glaring at her son.

"It's got Damar, Mam. Cool, right?" He stroked his motorcycle seat.

"Who told you to buy a motorcycle? You can't ride the bike until anytime, all right!"

"Mam, Damar's an adult. So, it's up to Damar to get on the bike or the car." He denied his parents' words.

"The room bought a motor because of Wulan. He got hugged by his boy friend earlier because Damar doesn't have a motor." Damn him, instead of making me an excuse to avoid a heated debate with his own mother.

Very good Damar, I was made a scapegoat. Incredibly the reason, my mind was furious at his words.

"Lho, no Aunt. Damar lied." I'm rebuffing.

"liying? Aren't you boning with your friends from my apartment to my coffee shop?" Damar raised his eyebrows.

"Eum, if that's real," I said briefly.

"Wulan, you're engaged. Why go with another guy? Where is the bonfire of everything." Aunt Iren scolded me. The woman called Mami pulled my arm towards the door of the house.

"Broom, come here you!" call him to the child. Damar followed our steps, occasionally I glanced at him. He chuckled at me and stuck out his tongue.

"Review You!" I spoke without speaking. My other hand clenched and showed it to Damar.

"You two sit down!" aunt Iren's orders.

"Mam, why is Damar getting scolded? He should be the only one who gets angry." The man did not accept.

Aunt Iren fiddled Damar's ear until he complained of pain.

"You too as Wulan's fiancee can't take care of her. You should have picked her up at the apartment. Even with another man."

"Mam, zealand! For a long time these earlobes can be broken." Damar tried to evade but could not. Jeweran Aunt Iren clings like a glue.

"Feed." Oops, my mouth was immediately closed using the palm of my hand. I looked at Aunt Iren, smiling awkwardly at the words just now.

"Wulan, don't expect you to get punished. After this, you can't go anywhere except with Damar, remember that!" The middle-aged lung woman let go of her jewel.

"Tomorrow you must prepare to work in a new place. Instead of resting, go with other men." Aunt Iren looked at me fiercely.

"She's a Wulan friend, Auntie. Suddenly, it was at the apartment door. Wulan biarin yes time just like that. She knew Wulan was engaged anyway. That's why we say goodbye to Damar, we both go to the coffee shop and ask his permission, he also goes to the gym temen Wulan." I don't want to be blamed, of course it's not fair to me. It's all because Damar bought the bike, not because I want Aditya.

Aunt Iren looked at her son's face, squinting as if she was asking for an explanation.

"The room! Why are you quiet?" aunt Iren's screams made us both jump.

"What room should I say, Mom? It's true what Damar said, that Wulan and her friend were in a piggy bank." That guy makes me furious.

"Why buy a motorbike?" Aunt Iren hit her son's arm.

"Yes because of that."

"Lied!" timpalku.

"You don't have to follow! Diem has a mouth!" Fierce gaze.

"I don't want diem, you buy a motorbike even I made the reason." I don't accept myself.

"Tante, Wulan please, don't argue anymore. Wulan's tired." I complained about this discussion. If no one gave in, until midnight it would still be arguing.

"Broom to room first, Mam. Take a shower, it's all sticky." He left us both in the living room.

"Wulan, next time it can't be like that, honey! It's only fitting that Damar was angry just now, he felt jealous because you were dancing with another man."

"There's no way she's jealous, Tan. From the very beginning she rejected this matchmaking, not only Damar but also Wulan." How many times have I reaffirmed this matchmaking to him, but, it seems like he never cared.

"You don't know anything about Damar. You must learn to know his nature and character, dear!" This woman who gave birth to Damar stroked my hair.

"Mommy became her mother for as long as she lived, Mami knew about her feelings. Mom knows about how she feels. There was a tinge of jealousy and resentment mixed in his tone." I'm not sure what this woman beside me is saying.

"No way, Tan." I'm still trying to shake it.

I was trying to divert the conversation. I have to dig up information about Mom and Dad's hometown.

"Tante, Wulan wants something important." I moved closer to his body.

"What's the matter, Lan?" Both eyebrows are linked.

"Tante Iren with Mother of one school in the village. Where is Auntie's village?" ask me to start talking about my parents.

"Your mother's village is now. Bumi Ayu village in Sidoarjo east Java." I'm pretty sure this woman is lying. His eyelids blinked repeatedly.

"Auntie don't lie! Wulan already knew that the village was not the original village of Aunt and Mother." Hearing my words, Aunt Iren looked at me fixedly, narrowing her eyes.

"liying?"

"Auntie must be lying. Mum and Dad's hometown is also Auntie is not there." I'm trying to get information.

"You already know it turned out. What did your mother say?" Aunt Iren sighed.

"Mommy told me about Wulan's grandparents. Wulan was eager to meet them, all this time Wulan never knew who Wulan's grandparents were." I looked down deeply, trying to find this woman's empathy.

"What would you do if you met them?"

"Of course Wulan would hug them, asking for their news. Ask them everyday." I've been imagining meeting my grandparents in my hometown.

"Tante, Wulan please help. Wulan wanted to know very well before Wulan left this world."

"Huh, can't talk about death! Pull up your words again, Lan!" Aunt said loudly.

"Yes, Tan, Sorry. Wulan was eager to vent the yearning on the four of them. Aunt Iren doesn't feel sorry for me? It's been a long time since I've harbored all this, Tan." I can't call this acting, that's how I feel.

Silence, no sound. Aunt Iren seemed to be thinking hard, considering wanting to grant my wish or vice versa.

"Well, Mami doesn't have the right to divulge this information, honey. Your mother might get angry and cut off our friendship. Auntie doesn't want to take any chances." My shoulder felt limp, disappointed by Aunt's decision to keep it a secret. This woman is loyal, my friend.

"Tante, please Wulan! At least tell one klu so that Wulan can find information about it. Give Wulan one question about the village."

"Oh well, Mommy hasn't been there long either. What would be suitable to describe our hometown?" He thought hard.

"Try Aunt thinking again! Wulan wants it."

"Tante's hometown is in Java, Sumatra or Kalimantan?"

"The first island." Aunt's answer I kept.

"East Java, Central Java, or West Java?" ask again.

"The first one." I kept that answer. All in all, he said nothing about his hometown. He answered only a short question from me. It's good to use this trick to find information, over time will definitely be found out too.

"Jember, Bondowoso, Banyuwangi, Probolinggo, Bojonegoro." I just mentioned a random place away from Sidoarjo— where I was born.

Aunt Iren looked at me fixedly, her reaction was so different. Is it possible to be in one of the places I mentioned? Suddenly I got a fresh wind.

"Tante, why shut up? Just answer ajah!" persuade me again.