President Cilok
104 Is now only about you

After passing the time with a warm conversation. Now, Damar is taking Wulan home.

“Why don't you accept Mom's offer to stay at home?” damar said, without looking at Wulan, and focused on the front streets. However, his hand always wanted to hold Wulan's fingers. “And can you accompany my sleep?!” continued Damar, then smiled knotty. He could see from the tail of his eyes, Wulan was looking at him with an intimidating look.

Wulan delming, he prefers not to answer Damar's questions, then turn on the song from the car MP player. I heard a guitar being picked,

When the sun shines again..

My heart is happy again..

I'm looking at Mega, there's nothing black..

How beautiful today..

I look forward to a lover, the prettiest one who comes in today..

Is he always loyal, coupled with a life full of charm...

Wulan turned her gaze to look out the car glass, seeing the motor vehicle traffic that crowded the streets in the afternoon in the drizzling rain.

Damar raised his eyebrows, glancing at Wulan. Then smile knot, “Hey calm down, I'm just kidding!” cetus Damar, because Wulan refused to answer.

“That's why I don't want to answer, because you're looking for a gap in my weakness!” wulan replied, with a lazy-sounding voice.

“OK, okay, sorry, Nawulku.” replied. Again Damar glanced at Wulan. “Do not get angry, later quickly.” sayings Damar floating when Wulan interrupts his speech.

“Tua! That's how you want to say!” chirp Wulan, looking at Damar from the side.

Damar smiled at Wulan's reply, “Ih--ih who wants to say you're old?” cetus Damar's.

Wulan glanced at Damar sharply, “Usually that parable ends ‘tua!”

Damar laughed again... “That's not my darling time either! Don't get angry, get rich quick! I mean!” callah Damar. Reflek kissed Wulan's hand which was in the grip of his left hand.

Hearing Damar call it ‘sayang’ for the first time made Wulan sing her smile, and turned into laughter, “Hahaha.... Where there is, do not get angry later get rich! That's the reason you're!”

“Hahaha...” saw Wulan laughing, making Damar laugh too. Ordinary, the classic reason of a man, always changing the parable so as not to make his woman sulk. It is like sprinkling salt in the ocean.

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After passing through the streets, which in the rain drizzle. Now, Damar also stopped the speed of his car in front of the house occupied by Wulan.

Damar got out of the car first, and unfurled the umbrella, then circled the car and greeted Wulan who had opened the car door. The two walked in tandem with Damar wrapping his hands around Wulan's waist.

“Thank you.” said Wulan, after arriving at the terrace of the house.

Damar put a red umbrella on the terrace floor. “What to thank, is not it my obligation to do it.” said Damar, while approaching Wulan.

Wulan felt nervous with Damar's gaze on her, as well as the gentle touch of Damar's hand on her cheek. “Me-indeed, thank you for a kindness I can't accept?!”

Damar nodded thinly, “Bby dong,” Damar replied, he could see that Wulan was being misbehaved. For the umpteenth time, he teased Wulan. With a blink of his eyes.

“Tuh eyes if it is soin continuously will be a stint loh!” sergeant Wulan, glaring at Damar's odd attitude.

Damar chuckles small, “Hahaha... Nyubahin?!”

Wulan shook her head, shaking her hands, and said in a firm voice, “No! Nawahin. But it can be proven, if the eyes wink with another woman!”

“Alright..” says Damar.

“There home!” remove Wulan, taking the red umbrella and giving it to Damar, and turning the body of the man taller than him against the street.

“Wah ngusir nih!” gerutu Damar's. “You didn't offer me that stay?” again Damar, jaim joking.

“Udah, home well good! This is not a place to stay!!” hardik Wulan's.

As a result Damar who had intended to go home was resigned and turned his body, turned his back on Wulan as well as the house that Wulan occupied.

Wulan smiled, looking at the back of Damar who was getting away from the terrace of the house he lived in. However, he frowned, when he saw Damar stop, and turned towards him.

Damar turned to face Wulan from a distance of four meters, under the confinement of a red umbrella that dispels raindrops. He did a kiss by. then waved his hand to Wulan. ‘Ahh, I don't feel happy! Anjay bat you Mar!’

The little chuckling room saw Wulan's ambiguous demeanor, he then stretched out his hands, letting every drop of rain drench him. Wulan wishes to run towards her and hug her, as is common in Bollywood movies. However, it was different from his expedition.

Wulan took off her shoes, and pointed them at Damar. “Go no!” exclaim Wulan interspersed with the sound of rain.

Damar re-attached a red umbrella to shade it from millions of raindrops. “OK, okay!” he turned back and entered the car.

And vice versa with Wulan, he immediately entered the house did not forget to lock the door.

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All the way home, Damar was smiling to himself.. “He is special!” his murmur was soft, interspersed with listening to music from a car MP player.

“No I thought..... so easy... You made me forget him... the shadow of his face.... keep bothering me... In my mind now only about Nawul.... eh how so this song?!” he said he sang the song he was hearing, while holding back the fun, and slightly changed the song flow..

Without feeling after passing the time for half an hour. Damar arrived at the courtyard of the Joglo court house, but there was another, he saw a car that he thought was not foreign.

He immediately got out of the car, with a small run towards the main house of Joglo to avoid raindrops. When he just entered the house, and said hello, “Assalamualaikum..” sayup-sayup he heard his mother talking to a woman.

“Wa'alaikumussalam.” say hello to Holy Mother.

Damar stepped out his feet, entering the living room. But he was surprised to see a beautiful woman who became his business partner. “Nona Angelina! What are you doing here?”

Angelina also stood up and approached Damar, “Of course want to meet you Mas Damar,”

“Damar why don't you tell Mom, if Nak Angelina is Pak Bambang's nephew?” asked the Holy Mother, sat down with her son.

“Sorry Mom, Damar is very busy until something like this, Damar does not remember,” Damar replied honestly. Because he thinks whatever is not important, he is reluctant to remember it. And not expecting anyway. Angelina will visit the house where she lives.

Hearing Damar's reply, made Angelina moody, “It doesn't matter to me Mas Damar?” grunts Angelina with a small voice.

Damar biting his tongue, ‘Oh wrong talk again. Can't you lie?!’ in the heart. Then think of an answer that if it does not make Angelina offended, “Begini Miss Angel, every day I go around here and there, so sometimes forgetting something, is a common thing is not it, it is not, are we not as ordinary humans often khilaf and wrong.”

Hearing Damar's reply, Angelina gave a smile. “I accept your reason, but you still have one thing to promise me,”

Damar raised his eyebrows, “Promise?”

“Iya, promise to take me on the road,” concluded Angelina. “Lusa weekend, you did not forget your appointment right?” ask Angelina to make sure.

Damar was worried, he scratched his head, and came across a brilliant idea in his head. “Alright, insyaallah the day after tomorrow.” Damar replied in the end after a moment he was silent.

Angelina also widened her smile, “Oke, the day after.” said Angelina girang.

The Holy Mother was quietly still watching Damar and Angelina. He squinted his eyes.. “Damar, have you bought the medicine that the Doctor prescribed?”

Damar also turned to look at his mother, he reflexes ticked his eel. “Oh yes, Damar forgot!” he looked at Angelina. “Sorry Miss Angel, I have to go.”

Angelina nodded, “I also say goodbye,” She also greeted the hand of the Holy Mother.

Damar also drove Angelina to the front door as well as the Holy Mother who walked behind Damar, the rain had subsided into Maghrib time.

After Angelina's departure, Damar rushed to his motorbike parked in the trunk to be more efficient. However, he stopped his steps, as the collar on his shirt got a check from his mother's hand. “Mother.”

Holy Ma'am then let go of her hand checks, “Listen to Mom, real men do not save other women, and you should act decisively if you want to be serious with Wulan, Nang.”

Damar rounded his eyes to hear his mother's accusation, “Who has another woman? Damar duarius is Wulan.”

“Yes, you're yoh Nang, who else? Explain to Mother, who was that woman?” ask the Holy Mother to investigate.

Damar sighed, “Kan earlier Mother already knew, if he was his nephew Pak Bambang, Damar was nothing with him Bu,”

The Holy Mother held her index finger before her son. “Bene? Then why do you want to take the road earlier?!”

“The room has other plans Bu.” concluded Damar, then shook his mother's hand, and ran small towards his parked motorcycle.

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