Damar (Not) For Wulan
Dimas and Laura

Damar and I looked at each other, nothing happened to him. His clothes were still as neat as before, his face was also ordinary, annoying conceited. Maybe it was intended when he saw me, when he turned to Damar, his smile was perfect.

"Damar, did you call me? Sorry, I still have stomach pain. So you can't just get out of the toilet." In the style of a centile he approached us who were swarming around the main door.

"It's not okay with this gibberish, is it?" ask Damar to make sure. Laura knitted her eyebrows together, she sniffed her shoulders while looking at Dimas.

"What does that mean, Dimas?" He asked Dimas.

"I know what Damar said. Don't understand me." Dimas pretends to be stupid.

"Sister Laura, why is it in Dimas' apartment? What do you two have in a relationship?" This time I tried to smile at him.

"Heh, women itch! Don't take care of my business! Why are you here? Go there!" His outstretched hand was about to push my body, but, Damar and Dimas' hands were pulling right and left sides. My body is pulled back.

"Don't be rude to my fiancee! We're just here to make sure of something. Thank goodness you're okay." Damar pulled me to get close to his body.

"Why is Dimas? He can't say anything about me, we're both cousins."

"Laura!" snapped Dimas.

"Upss, sorry, I'm slipping, Mas." Laura smiled awkwardly at the man.

"You two cousins? Then we'll go home now, honey. Dimas would rather prey on his own brother." The words from Damar made Dimas growled.

"Dear your mouth, Mar!" He doesn't accept.

"Even, enough! Sorry that we both interfered. Please continue the activity!" I pulled Damar away from Dimas's apartment door immediately.

We went back to my apartment unit, the father who opened the door from the inside. He was surprised to see the look on Damar's face. You glanced at me, I winked at him, trying to give the codes, index finger also pinned to the lips. After you nod, I can breathe a sigh of relief.

"Broom, when did you stand? Come on sit down!" I pulled his arm so he could sit next to me.

"Lan, get me a drink for your fiancee! She must be thirsty." Father asked.

"Okay, sir," I said briefly.

"Mar, I'll make you a drink first. You don't have to think about them anymore!" I get out of my seat.

I followed my steps into the kitchen. He said quietly, probably because Damar should not hear it.

"Lan, Damar emotion why? You two got into a fight?" cecar Mr. I'm still busy pouring syrup and ice water on the glass.

"No, Sir. There was a problem with his friend. Wulan went ahead again huh." This foot stepped back into the middle room. Damar's head rested on the head of the chair, his eyes closed. His breathing began to normal.

"Mas, drink this first." Ice, why does my mouth spontaneously call that name?

His eyelids were wide open, a rising smile was adorning his face. He grabbed my head then moved quickly to kiss my forehead and cheeks.

"Currently, what the hell? Harassment, you want me to report it to the police?" I pretended to sulk.

"Hahahaha, your lips are as good as ayah, Yang." It seems his mood has changed. I can breathe a sigh of relief. His outstretched hand pulled my pursed lips.

"Eheum," Mr. Deheman made us try to tidy up the sitting position.

"It's this maghrib, son. You two take a shower! After that, we continued chatting." Ah Father, he could have chosen a word to cast out Damar subtly.

"I'll just go home, sir. Poor Wulan just came home from work, tomorrow I'm here again." He got up from the seat.

"Drink first, Nih!" I put the glass to him. It has been made, of course, to drink.

"I'm sorry!" pamitnya to the Father.

"Eum, be careful on the road!" Father disobeying.

"Sir, Wulan took Damar to the lobby, huh?" Father confirmed my words.

Me and Damar walked down the corridor, unceasingly rubbing my cheeks. The elevator door opened, we both half ran and went inside, there were some people there. We were both speechless, just looking at each other. This is how it feels to love someone. Without a word, it feels like this feeling has been represented through the eyes.

The door was wide open, we got out of the elevator and walked towards the lobby door.

"Tomorrow if you're not busy, I'll pick you up. The schedule from campus is not certain." He has not yet released his hand.

"Not pick up! I can ride ojol, you know. It's cheap." I refused him, pity him like a private driver, everywhere to pick me up and drive me, even though he has his own work schedule.

"I'm home." He has been tucking his back repeatedly.

"Mas, a lot of people are looking, I'm ashamed." I pushed her body away. He responded with a faint smile, he walked away while waving his hand.

"Huk, uhuk." I looked at the origin of the voice.

"Mother, where did Mom come from? It's like this hour in the lobby." My mother frowned at what was coming out of my mouth.

"Mudgey said? Here I take the order, take it upstairs! I'm tired of waiting for all this." Mom thrust two bags of crackles at me.

"What's this, Mom?" I peeked at the contents of the plastic.

"Our dinner, we'll stay hotin. Let's get on!" We both finally got back into the elevator.

While in the elevator, Mom smiled as she looked at me

"Mom, why is that weird? Smile a big smile."

"Mom remembered your reaction back then. The first time you heard about a match. At that time you wanted to cry, protest at us. Uh, now it's bucin ajah, can't be separated. It feels like yesterday we're talking about that matchmaking." Mom smiled thinly.

"Do you know what a bucin is?" Tumben once Women who gave birth to me is talking about slang used by young people today.

"Of course you know, love slave. Kayak that I've seen in the hape very friendly. Uh when there's a one-country storm problem." I started talking about the shows I watched.

"Udah, Mom! No need to ghibah! The elevator doors are open, we're out now! Wulan is tired." I left Mother who was still grumbling back there.

Mom knocked on the door because my two hands were full, dad opened it, we both went in. After taking a bath and fulfilling the obligation, the three of us ate dinner with the meal that Mother ordered. After a few hours, I walked into the room, chatting with Damar on the phone. There are many things we discussed. The man told me to continue my education, I can no longer think. I better focus on what I have to do, no longer care about my college degree. I don't know how long we've been talking, I've been hot, I've been trying to break the call.

"Tomorrow we will talk again, my ears will not stand it. Hapeku also hape earlier, not as sophisticated as now. It's yes."

"Forced, yes. I closed, but, you went straight to sleep! Can't go anywhere!"

"Oh, my God, it's night, where am I going? Tomorrow I have to work again, tired of it." The curiosities are too excessive.

Finally he disconnected the call, I felt relieved. Hape I connected to the charger cable. After that I lay back down, trying to close my eyes.

***

The next day, I got ready. This foot stepped quickly towards the elevator, descending into the lobby. Mr. Ojek was waiting in front of the main building. Once there, I saw an unusual sight.

I saw a person who was releasing a helmet on his head, he waved at me.

"Well, you might get angry."