Damar (Not) For Wulan
Facing Mother Ningsih's Friend

Wulan shook her mother's shoulder as she was still flabbergasted.

"Mom, what's wrong? Who sent the message?"

"Friends Mother. He said the car's invitation is coming. It's worth it yesterday he asked for the location of this place." Ningsih is not good because it feels troublesome for her best friend. In fact, she hosted her son's wedding ceremony.

"So, are we waiting here? Not taking a taxi there?" Ramli started to make a sound.

"We'll wait, sir! Being rejected is not good."

Finally they sat over, sitting on the long wooden bench that was there. Wulan's appearance is so simple, she wears a sleeveless batik dress of similar length. His makeup looks simple but still does not fade his face is typical of pure Javanese girls. Her hair she's cepol in such a way. The handbag she was wearing was also quite simple. Simplicity and frugality make Wulan feel calmer because it can help the family economy in the village.

After ten minutes of waiting, there was a man who was caught approaching the three of them.

"Sorry excuse me, I'm looking for the boarding house of Ms. Ningsih. Is this really the place?" The man in the middle looked confused.

"I'm Ningsih, Sir. What's wrong?" Wulan's mother replied while frowning.

"Thank God you've met." The man breathed a sigh of relief.

"Let's follow me, Mom! I'm the driver who was sent to pick you up and family." The friendly smile from the man made the Wulan family relieved.

"It turns out that the emissary from Mama Mutia is, sir."

"Yes, Mom. Come!" bring the man again.

he moved from his seat. They compactly follow the steps of the Father. Within five minutes of walking, the car door was opened by the driver. The vehicle was not luxurious but could take them to the event venue.

They enter in alternately. Wulan felt her heart beat faster. How not, after this he must get acquainted with the family of his mother's best friend as well as chat with them about the promise that must be bound for life.

"Lan, why are your hands sweating?" Ningsih noticed her son's uncomfortable movements.

"What's wrong, ma'am, at least this is just dew because of air conditioning." The girl lied.

They did not speak anymore, rather focusing attention on such a crowded highway. Ningsih and Ramli stared at the skyscrapers they had never seen in the village before.

"The building is very tall, sir." Ningsih patted her husband's thigh reflex.

"Yes, Mom. It must be a conglomerate that's got such a tall building." Ramli, who is just a jobless worker in the village, is enjoying the view on the city streets.

"Fortunate for you, Lan. Can work in the capital." Ningsih looked at her son but there was no response.

Plaques

"Why daydream? What are you thinking, Nduk?" Ningsih felt strange about her son. Since this morning, the girl had become quieter than usual.

"Eh ... Mom, don't daydream, Mom. Just thinking about work." Wulan felt guilty for lying to her mother.

"Don't think about your job, Nduk. You won't be fired, you're taking your leave, not hanging out for no apparent reason." Ramli tried to calm his son. In fact, that was only the reason Wulan.

By dusk, the car stopped at the largest mosque in Jakarta.

"His way at Istiqlal mosque, sir?" Wulan was flabbergasted at not believing what she saw.

"Yes, Mother. His marriage was attended by only two families. After that, then move to the ballroom of Sriwijaya hotel for dinner together later."

"Oh, so yes, sir. The rich man's show is different." Ningsih stared at the magnificent building that became the largest mosque in the capital.

They followed the driver's steps after the man parked the vehicle where it was available. The three of them were unceasingly circulating their gazes around.

"Mom, Wulan's wrong costume this way. Should have worn a long dress and a hijab." Wulan felt uncomfortable because she was wearing a sleeveless dress.

"Mother also doesn't know where the show is, Nduk. How about this, did you just buy an outer? Maybe there's a dress shop nearby in the area."

"Hadeuh, think cheap what to buy near here. There must be a boutique that costs hundreds of thousands to dozens of millions" the girl murmured inwardly.

"Just get in now! Later you can borrow your best friend, Iren will have a girl. Surely he can lend Wulan a suit."

"But, sir, the problem .. If he doesn't bring a change of clothes, what? They're rich, not like us. Not like before, Mother was less when she called Iren. He could have found our location after a dozen years of not meeting." Ningsih actually felt uncomfortable having to be in this place. But, on the other hand he also had to talk about the promises they made in his youth.

"Sorry, Mom, sir. Please enter! The event will begin after Maghrib prayer."

The glow of the twilight light is no longer visible. The driver immediately led them to a place in such a large mosque.

"Silk, Ramli." You guys have come apparently.

There was a graceful woman wearing modern kebaya clothes approaching them. The woman hugged Ningsih tightly.

"Welcome years don't meet, we can finally meet again." After the woman let go of her embrace, Ramli reached out to shake hands. Confused ningsih should be happy or even vice versa. He was worried that his best friend was not like before because their social strata were both different.

"I'll excuse you, madam. Want to check on that job at the hotel, maybe someone needs my help." The driver was pleased with his employer.

"Thank you, sir, for picking up my guests." Apparently, the woman who was the same age as Ningsih was so friendly.

"Come this way! We knew my kids." Iren pulled the arm of his best friend.

"Duh, I'm ashamed if I have to wear such clothes in the mosque," he said. Wulan was uncomfortable. He pulled his mother's arm repeatedly. Ningsih's eyes looked at her who was feeling uneasy.

"Ren, can you ask for help?" Ningsih expressed her wish. Iren looked at Wulan who had been silent since then did not want to say hello. Apparently, Iren's mind was wrong, his best friend's daughter felt guilty for wearing a costume too open.

"Later Mama pinjemin Selena's knit jacket. Mama's son always brings a change of clothes." Wulan smiled stiffly.

"Mama? Why did he call himself Mama?" inner wondering.

Wulan was at a loss as to what to say, she just nodded her head slowly and thanked Iren.

"Mam, Mama's favorite child has not come yet. Try calling gih. Selen's been calling but not answered either." Selena—anak Iren the youngest scowled irritably.

"Cell, the tone is conditioned, honey. There's a guest from far away."

"Oh yeah, you what's his name, son? Same with Mama's youngest son." Again Wulan was flabbergasted to hear Iren's words. Ningsih and Ramli were only able to faintly smile at Iren.