Damar (Not) For Wulan
Apology to Damar

Dimas, what is he doing here? Where is nyelonong.

"Damar, are you here too? Why are you two looking like that? What do you guys," he didn't go on.

"Dimas, you'd better go outside!" I told Damar not to beat him up. I saw Damar who was trying to dampen emotions.

"Dimas, say it now! Why do you know the apartment where Wulan lives? You two are playing me on purpose?" Damar glanced at me and Dimas took turns.

"What do you mean? Playing how? Since when does a worker's business become a boss's business outside the context of work? Your relationship isn't just an employee and a boss?" Dimas started fumbling about what was going on here.

"Don't approach Wulan! He's my fiance." Damar started pulling my body.

"You two are engaged? When?"

"Don't listen to him! He's just kidding. You go first! We'll have a chat later." My head poked out from behind Damar's back.

"Wulan, where's our engagement ring? You're wearing it, right?" Damar gripping left wrist. He showed me the ring around my ring finger on Dimas.

"This is proof, we're both engaged. We'll be married in a month." Damar stretched his left hand and showed Dimas the ring he was wearing.

Dimas was glued to where he stood. He stared at us in turn.

"So, you two are really engaged? Damar, since when did Elu date Wulan? I don't think she has a boyfriend yet, and now you two are engaged. Why not just hit us?" Dimas protested because his best friend did not invite him.

"We were both forced to be betrothed." I answered Dimas's question.

"We were both originally betrothed, but now we like each other." Damar added.

Deg, hearing Damar's words makes me flinch. Since when did he bluntly tell about his feelings for others? I wanted to brush off his words, but, this mouth felt dumb, speechless.

"I'm sorry to interrupt, I'm leaving now." With a lethargic look Dimas left us both. The door was closed, we were both still glued.

"Lan, you can forgive me, right?" This man turned around. We both looked at each other. I couldn't look at her annoying face.

"So, I don't want to forgive you. You've gone too far, I'm a woman, I have feelings. It's as if it's touching me without my permission." I don't want to look him in the face.

"What do I have to do to get an apology from you? I'm really caliph, next time I'll ask your permission." Both of his hands held my shoulders.

"No, don't do anything! I am lazy to meet you. Tomorrow, I don't want to see your face at work." Suddenly remembered the opening of a new coffee shop branch.

"Tomorrow it's a new branch opening, I have to go monitor it. Don't you have to go to work? Let me call an old man to replace you?" When it comes to work, the emotions I feel slowly diminish. Have I contracted this human nature in front of me?

"No, I have to work. I'm tired of being home." Damar guided my body to sit on the sofa.

"Jude, you just work. But remember, never itch with guys at work. I don't like seeing you close to other guys." The words that came out of his mouth made me wonder.

"What does this mean? Who are you? Why set me up like that? Protective I'm the same one who's nobody." I pushed her body away from me.

"Wulan, I've said many times that we're both officially engaged. I know you have the same feelings for me, Selena said at our engagement party, you cried when Lusi expressed her feelings for me." His face was nearing my neck, his breathing was hot touching this neck. I stammered, unable to refute his words just like that.

"Don't lie! Even though I've only known you for six months, I already know your lying face." He's been touching my nose.

"Ck, it hurts," I got annoyed while hitting his chest repeatedly.

"Come, I've been dying to be honest about this feeling. You still don't want to admit it?" He urges.

"I'll confess this feeling to you, but, there's a condition." I grinned wide.

"Condition? What condition is that? I'll give it to you so that your mouth will like me." Yes, I can finally use Damar.

I whispered in his earlobe, "You should help me find both grandparents in Bojonegoro." Damar frowned, looking at me.

"Your grandmother's grandfather?" I smothered his mouth, maybe Mom and Dad could hear this man's voice. My other finger was in front of my lips, giving her a code to keep her quiet.

"All of us are looking into what happened in elementary school. I've never met my grandparents until now. I want you to look for his whereabouts, which I know they are in an area in East Java, in Bojonegoro. But, the full address I don't know." Hopefully with this I managed to find both grandparents.

"I will do it, for your sake I will. What's your grandparents' name?" Hearing his question I shook my head slowly, my shoulders were limp from not knowing any information about them.

"How do I find them if the name doesn't know?" Damar breathed.

"Wulan, you better take a shower first! Your hair is like Mak Lampir." He watches my appearance.

"Because of you, my hair is like this." I ruffled her hair.

"We do it consciously yuk! Let us both be good." Damar's face was getting closer. My hand was placed on his neck. I shut my mouth so he can't kiss me anymore.

"Wulan, come on." He's caving in on me. His eyes made me feel hypnotized.

Both of my hands wrapped around her neck, while Damar wrapped around this waist. We both sat half-lying on the sofa. His breath seemed to tickle this face. His head is getting closer. Unknowingly this mouth is a little gaping, I am like a woman who resigned to be flanked.

"Ehem." Just now that our lips were stuck, the sound made us both jump from the sofa.

"Gapain you? If you've been saved, tonight also you call penghulu, you just marry siri first!" My voice made us both wrong.

"Sorry, Sir. Damar can't control it." The man looked wrong.

I got out of my seat, ran to the bedroom. I opened the door a little to look at the two of them. There is no mother there, only the Father alone who still advises his future daughter-in-law.

"Am I and Damar capable of marriage? Now we are both emotional still said to be unstable and often argue. What if we both get married?" Suddenly I thought about what was going on in front of him.

I peeked at them both, Damar finally left this house. There was the sound of Adzan maghrib. He walked towards me, and I quickly closed the door. My chest rumbled violently, this hand holding the lips that had stuck with his lips. It feels so soft.

"Wulan, come out for a second! There's something you and Mom have to say." That voice woke me up.

I opened the door slowly, there was a father with a waist right in front of the door. Mom looked at me sharply.

Why are they looking at me like I don't? What the hell is this? Is it because of the couch?