Damar (Not) For Wulan
The Mbah Mustofa

"Sir, why stay quiet?" manya curious.

"Who are you two? Why do you know the name of one of her children is Ningsih?" The taxi driver, my father's age, asked again.

"Sir, this is not a population census. If you know between us, if you don't know where the address is, just take us to the housing complex that is there." Damar doesn't seem to like this driver.

"Mas Damar." My hand is touching her waist.

"Sir, sorry. My fiance is not patient." I tried to persuade this driver.

"You answer my question! If you two provide valid information, I'll drive you to his house." The voice of this father seemed to rule. Damar didn't like it, he instead opened the taxi door, while I held him back from being rash.

I tried to calm myself down, there was no harm in trying to provide information about Mom.

"Sir, I am Bu Ningsih's son. I'd like to find my grandparents' presence before our wedding reception." I clasped my hand tightly to Damar.

"I want them to be on our show" I continued.

This driver did not respond to my words, the vehicle began to go fast. Me and Damar looked at each other. I don't know where this vehicle was taken. I'm sure that you're not a bad driver.

"What if I don't see? There's no way we're delaying the wedding." Damar started the conversation after a few minutes of silence.

"Don't be that pessimistic, Mas! We have to try first. Just a minute to scream." I tried to calm Damar down.

"But, I don't want to because your two selfish grandparents had to postpone our show. If we don't see you tomorrow, we go home and get married as planned." Damar forgot his promise.

"Where the hell? You cannot break a promise. You promised me you'd try my grandparents." Me and Damar started arguing.

Ciiitt

This taxi suddenly stopped on the side of the road with very little light from the lighting.

"You two can be quiet, can't you? Quick down!" snatch this driver. Me and Damar looked at each other in wonder.

"Why is it that you sewot? We're paying, don't pay!" Damar is emotionally disturbed.

"I said get off! Mr Mustofa's house, right? Pay problem, you don't have to pay. Quick down!" He came back to snatch us.

"Sir, is this really Mr Mustofa's house?" many ensure.

"I'll drive you guys." The driver got out of the vehicle. Me and Damar don't have any suspicions about her. The face of this Father seemed cute and flat, not the faces of violent criminals.

I saw an old house typical of a fairly spacious village. The typical village yard that has chicken coop, not to mention mango trees, papaya and bananas lined up.

"Here is Mr Mustofa's house?" I was taken by this driver.

The fence is made of bamboo, there is a chain that is twisted, the chain is padlocked with a large padlock size.

Damar and I looked at the driver for seeing him open the lock with the key he took out of his shirt pocket.

"Lho, you own this house?" Damar pushed my body closer. His hand was holding tightly to my waist.

"Come in!" The man of my father's age did not answer Damar's question. He walked back to the main door of the house. He gave a greeting, there was a person who answered his greeting from within then opened the door.

"Rahman, have you gone home? Tumben's coming home at this time?" There was an already wrinkled woman standing in the doorway.

"Someone wants to see Mom and Dad." The driver looked at us.

"Who wants to see Mom and Dad?" The old woman looked at us.

"We tell him to come in, ma'am. Let them know what your father's condition is." The driver went into the house without giving us a warning.

"You two want to see your father?" This old lady walked over to us.

"Yes, Mom. We both want to see Mr. Mustofa." I nodded briefly.

"Just go inside, son! Come on, don't worry." I took a quick glance at Damar, he nodded giving the code. We both followed the steps of this old lady.

"Just sit here! Let me get you a drink." The woman walked slowly.

"Mom, don't bother. We would love to meet Mr. Mustofa and his wife." Honestly, my heart beats faster.

The taxi driver changed clothes, me and Damar looked at each other. The middle-aged man was holding the old woman.

"She was my mother, Ms. Mbak Ningsih too." The words that came out of his mouth made me gap wide.

"So, Father's sister's mother? This grandma, this grandma is my real grandmother?" Tears can no longer be contained. I hugged that frail body.

"Lho, who is he, man? Why is she hugging Mom?" This old woman's voice made me cry even more.

"Bah, I'm Wulan—aak Ibu Ningsih." I parsed a little hug, this old lady in disbelief.

"Your mother's alive? Why did you send her son here?" I heard a disappointed tone mixed with anger.

This old woman was sitting on a rattan chair with a small pillow. He looked at me and Damar took turns.

"Which Mbah Mustofa? Wulan wants to know about him, Wulan wants to hug him." Damar wiped my tears.

"Bah, I am Damar Wulan's fiancee." He introduced himself, shone at Grandma's hand.

"Man, bring your father here!" That voice makes me feel relieved. His gaze looked at the faces of the two of us in turn.

Thank God my grandparents are still alive. I'd be happy to know about her parents being okay. Mother's sister came with an old man sitting in a wheelchair. He pushed the wheelchair and stopped right in front of us.

"Bah Kakung why, Om?" I crouched right in front of Mbah. I hugged him, My mother realized, the eyelids were open but her hands and feet could not respond to my movements.

"Father had a stroke in the last five years. So the condition is this way until now." Omku explained. I kissed her wrinkled hands many times. Tears are back.

"Bah, this is Wulan Mbah Kakung's grandson. Ibu Ningsih kangen the same Mbah." My head is resting on his knees.

"Why are you two looking for us?" The voice of the old woman was slightly higher.

"Mom, Rahman heard their reasoning. They won't get married if you're not found and willing to be on their show." My name is Rahman who approached Grandma.

"Married? You two want to get married?" Grandma made sure, I nodded briefly.

"Then come with us to Jakarta, huh? Or we'll catch up three days before the reception." I looked at him, this smile was perfect. It's good to see those who I never knew where they were.

"Don't just marry you then. I'm not going to your reception." Hearing the words that came out of Grandma's mouth made me flinch.

"So, what did Mbah just say?" Damar tries to control his emotions.