Damar (Not) For Wulan
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"Son Damar, there's a guest. Can't be so polite." Mom rubbed her chest.

They both—my parents were only able to look at me who was carried by Damar.

"Mom, just throw him out! He poisoned Wulan's mind to have our engagement annulled." The words coming out of Damar's mouth made me flinch.

"Don't slander anyone! Mom, do you want to have a rough daughter-in-law like her?" Aditya doesn't want to lose. He rebuked Damar.

"Son Adit, please wait outside for a moment! It's our family's problem. Outsiders have no right to interfere." I'm upset because you talk like that. Damar felt he had help from her. The sneaky grin came back to the corner of the man's lips that were still holding me.

"Sorry, Son Adit. After this we can talk again." Mother guided Aditya towards the main door. They whispered for a while then Aditya came out of this apartment unit.

"Down me! Just when am I in a carry like this?" I protested but still not reprimanded by Damar.

"Mom, Sir. What if we both got married? Do you and your mom mind?"

"Heh, what do you mean, Damar? I don't want to marry you! Unhand me!" My body is moving wildly.

"Son Damar, put down Wulan so that your hands don't ache." Mother approached us both, she held Damar's hand.

Damar, he lowered my body. Mom looked at me with a sad look. Brushed my messy hair.

"Son Damar, please sit down! I'll take Wulan to the room first, yeah. He had to change clothes." Mom led me to my room.

I saw Damar embraced by the Father, they sat side by side without a word coming out of his mouth.

Arriving at the room, my mother and I sat on the edge of the bed. I embraced his body which began to fill. Pouring out my heart, I cried without saying anything. Mom stroked my hair and patted my back.

"Wulan, tell Mom. What are you two doing? Why are your looks both messy? You two got into a fight?" Mom breaks down the hug after my crying subsides.

"You two got into a fight over Adit?" Mother asked again because the mouth is still silenced a thousand languages.

I am confused as to what to answer, my feelings at this time I still do not know. I want to take a moment away from them all. Calm the mind that for a few months began to be unreasonable.

"Mom, do you want Wulan to be hurt?"

"What do you mean, son? We both just want you to be happy, which parent wants to see their child suffer?" The mother tidied the child's hair, inserting it into the earlobe.

"If you want Wulan to be happy, break this match! Cancel your plans." My gaze is sad, I love the woman who gave birth to me.

"Can't, I have my own reasons why you and Damar should be betrothed." I shook off the hand of the mother who was still stroking her hair.

"Mother wants to see Wulan suffer then. Look at Wulan's face, Mom! Look at Wulan's appearance now! It's all because of Damar." This voice is starting to rise.

"You two fought like a child?" I still don't understand what I mean.

"Mom, Damar was about to rape Wulan. He kissed Wulan forcibly. Is this what you want? Mother's son was abused by her." Back tears flowed. I can no longer remember what happened.

"So, Damar almost did you a heinous thing? Then, I'll agree to Damar's request. I want you two to get married soon." The words coming out of my mouth made me angry.

"MOTHER!" pekikku.

"Wulan, I know about Damar's disease. That's why you two got married. You're like a cure for Damar's emotions. Since childhood, the child can be quiet when near you. We're getting more determined to match you up when you manage to make Damar's emotions decrease." Mom's story makes me even more angry.

"So, did Mom make me a victim and an emotional outlet for Damar? What if Wulan was killed, Mom? Wulan almost fucked her." I don't accept Mom's decision.

"He can't possibly hurt you. He's doing like that must have had a reason." Again Mother even like supporting the actions of Damar.

"MOM, IS THE MOTHER'S SON DAMAR OR WULAN? WHY DO YOU ALWAYS DEFEND HER? IS IT BECAUSE OF THE WEALTH THAT DAMAR'S PARENTS HAD? UNTIL YOU CAN THINK CRAZY LIKE THIS?" I shouted as I got out of my seat. My breath was wheezing, this jaw was hardened, I looked at the woman's face with a hateful look. I hate him more, there's nothing more I can expect from him.

"Wulan, please listen to me first, son!" The hand grabbed this hand but I immediately pushed it aside. This time I rushed outside, to the living room to meet Damar and Mr. who were talking.

"GO AWAY FROM HERE! DON'T LET ME SEE YOUR FACE AGAIN!" I pushed Damar's body off the couch until he fell for a surprise attack from me.

"Wulan, what's wrong with you?" He pulled my arm to get closer to her.

"Sir, never allow him to return to this place! We get our stuff done and get out of here." I'm not kidding, my emotions have reached the crown.

"Wulan, are you still angry about that? I've apologized to you." The man was back at my feet like someone with no self-esteem.

"That's your mouth, later if the emotions again I can be like Zayn, battered because your emotions are not good." I stepped on his thigh as an emotional vent. He was silent, unmoved.

"Guil!" Mother screamed at seeing Damar being stepped on by my feet.

"No, I promise to try to control my emotions. But, there's a condition, we both have to get married next month." He imposes a will.

"Where were you then? Who are eager to cancel this match. Who already has a frenetic plan to cancel our marriage, where is that Damar? I like the old Damar better, you're not the Damar I know." I pushed her body tight until she fell on the floor barefoot.

"Wulan, sorry for making you misunderstand." The man was standing right in front of me.

"Sir, we leave them both!" Kulrikik Mum who pulled the arm of the Father.

Look at them, what kind of old man gives this monster before me a chance? They were both blinded by the wealth of their families.

"Lan." He approached my body but I quickly dodged.

"Don't come any closer!" I will not melt with the pleading and compassionate look of his eyes.

I spit right in his face, not accepting being treated arbitrarily. I thought he was going berserk, he just wiped it with his palm.

His gaze was still the same, this man seemed to have three personalities, I was confused by his attitude that could change rapidly. Does he have a dual personality? Or is there another mental illness he has? Why didn't my parents act so quickly after I told you that? Back many questions that arise as I relate events after events.

"God, when will my life be as quiet as it used to be? Before meeting their families," I quietly almost inaudible.

Someone opened the door of this apartment unit, he called Damar's name and looked at me fixedly.

"Why are you two? The door's not locked." He's coming in without any more ba-bi-bu.

"Who told you to come in?" Damar blocked his body so that the man did not approach.