President Cilok
102 Love is simple

Damar took a quick glance at Wulan, and refocused on looking at the front streets. “As my future wife!”

Wulan blinked her eyes, ‘No expression of love! No expressions of affection, suddenly want to recognize me as his future wife?’

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Wulan shifted her gaze, staring out the car glass window. He felt a cold sensation like snow that drenched his thirst. However, in contrast to his face, he felt a sultry and hot sensation simultaneously, he bit his lower lip. His heart hummed happily, though no expression of love was spewed from Damar's lips, ‘Calon in-laws? Hihihi.. Is this how it feels? Why am I so happy.’

However, different from Damar's perception in the way Wulan did not answer his words, Damar thought that Wulan was still angry, still misunderstood, still misunderstood, in a way that always involves a woman who a few minutes ago he pinned a white ring that he bought after admitting to the Mother, that Wulan is the woman of choice of his heart.

Very slowly and carefully, Damar asked, “Are you still angry?” He glanced at Wulan, but Wulan still did not listen to him.

While Wulan was still dumbstruck until his ears paled. He was busy himself, and joking in his heart, ‘Dad should know about this, so that I am no longer in a match! and no longer called a spinster!’

Damar felt very guilty to Wulan, he glimpsed at Wulan's wrist that he clutched firmly, “Well this is him, to not want to answer me? Ah stupidly again I gripped his hand very strongly, leaving a red rash on his wrist.” he said in a small voice.

Damar took the initiative to divert his hand from the steering wheel, then gently rubbed Wulan's arm reddened by the rash of his actions. Still with a focused gaze staring at the front streets.

Wulan was stunned with a gentle touch on her wrist. He turned his gaze, looked at Damar's hand which was gently rubbing his arm, then turned to look at Damar's face from the side.

Damar again pulled his hand from Wulan's arm, and focused on holding the steering wheel in control, “I'm sorry!”

Wulan frown, “Sorry for what?”

Damar glanced at Wulan.

“Sorry for all my mistakes that have involved you in all my affairs including today. I never meant to make you an escape or an impingement, or anything! But there is something more important than just that.” said Damar, he sighed. Damar felt Wulan should know, how important Wulan was to him. With all her heart, she felt that Wulan was a great woman.

Wulan fell silent, she did not deny that she was touched by Damar's expression. Although there is a reason behind the reason. Perhaps, by listening, he could tell what the reason for Damar really was.

“....Honestly, I said--I didn't think that I was now so dependent on you. What kind of man do you think I am? Weak men, lousy men or anything... However, there are things you should know,” said Damar earnestly, and hoped Wulan could forgive him. “You mean so much in my life!”

Wulan took her breath that seemed stuck in the throat, listening to what Damar revealed. He felt touched, and realized one thing, that the words of love were only a symbol, but a gentle and real attitude, it is enough to prove that indeed the man he is looking at is a man who is full of responsibility and compassion.

Slowly Wulan raised his hand, then touched the hand of Damar who was still holding the steering wheel. “Love is simple, me and you. and no one else, me for you, and you for me.”.

Damar nodded thinly, agreeing with what Wulan said. ‘Ah.. stupid me, to say the word love only, my tongue is stiff!' He looked at Wulan's hand resting on the back of his hand, then turned his palm, until Wulan's palm met his palm, Damar grasped it tightly.

“Thank you Nawulku! Now I realize there is a reason for God, why I have to let go of something unimportant, to receive a much more meaningful gift!” he said that it was true that his mother's choice was right.

Wulan looked at Damar with a sad look, he himself realized that during knowing a Damar. Damar is a man who is always willing to do anything to make him smile, and Wulan feels Damar is a man he deserves to keep. Apart from his childhood friend who he never visited also; could he be dead?!’

“So, when will you introduce me to your father?” asked Damar, breaking Wulan's daydream.

Wulan was struck by Damar's question, “Ah Yes Father, as soon as you want, I will contact Dad now,”

Damar shook his head, “Don't be on the phone,”

Wulan frown, “Why?”

“It is not polite to say something important on the phone,” Damar replied.

“Then?” asked Wulan, raising her eyebrows.

“I want to ask for your rights directly to those who are more entitled to you,” concluded Damar.

Got a sweet treatment Wulan, make Damar widen his smile, “Don't fish! Not yet halal, later if I can not hold it before the Kabul ijab, do you want responsibility?!”

Wulan pulled herself back, and sat up straight. As high as a flagpole. He answered Damar with a grumbling voice, “If we were so first, when the first night we want to do? It was opened. Time just look at the vision?! While crying that way! Ihh, ogah yah.”

Damar chuckles small, “Hahaha... cie, cie, it's been such a shadow!” goda Damar, while poking Wulan's cheeks. “Eh but soan what yak?!” he continued, feeling this is the momentum that he really liked from a Nawang Wulan who was blushing embarrassed.

Wulan cast her gaze staring out the car glass window, “Au ah dark!” the hardic. However, from that, he twisted his lips which could not hide his smile.

Not felt, the journey to Grandpa Bagaskara's house, passed so quickly. Because accompanied by jokes and chatter.

Damar and Wulan arrive in front of Grandpa Bagaskara's house.

Damar saw the car parked in front of the house, then pressed the horn so that the housekeeper opened the gate. Bep... Bep. enough twice he pressed the horn.

Wulan felt her great inner upheaval, her feelings dag-dig-dug serr... ‘Why am I so nervous?! I come here almost every day to talk about work! ”

The housekeeper swiftly pulled the main gate.

Damar opened his car glass, curious about the silver sedan parked in front of the house made him ask the housekeeper, “Whose car in front of Mang Soni?”

“Mobile guest Den!” replied Mang Soni.

Damar is also mangosteen, “Who are you? Did Grandpa go out of town?”

The housekeeper just shook his head. A sign that he does not know.

Damar again stepped on the gas pedal, his car also entered the courtyard of the house that has a beautiful spacious yard. The car engine is also dead. Damar took off his seat belt, then turned to look at Wulan who was just silently staring at a modern Joglo-style house. He could see that Wulan was feeling a sense of tension.

Damar held Wulan's hand with his right hand while his left hand gently rubbed Wulan's rikma.

Wulan reflexes turned her head and met Damar.

“Why strain so?” damar asked, he could feel that Wulan's hands were sweating.

Wulan stared into the black bead of Damar's eyes, he swallowed his saliva which seemed to be stuck. “I'm nervous.” she replied, honestly.

Damar smiled gently, “Mother is waiting for her daughter, so calm yourself.”

Wulan took her breath and exhaled her slowly.

Damar got out of the car first, he circled the car and opened the car door for Wulan. Together went hand in hand, faithfully Damar clasped the hands of Wulan who broke out in cold sweat.

“Assalamualaikum,” greetings Damar, upon entering the living room with the door open.

However, Damar and Wulan were surprised by the guest who visited Grandpa Bagaskara's house, and stood together with Holy Mother.

“Wa'alaikumussalam..” replied the Holy Ma'am, along with a woman who had visited Grandpa Bagaskara's house.

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