President Cilok
105 Mysterious cardboard

A woman is feeling happy, joy and a flowery heart. How not, he will marry a man who becomes a moor of his heart.

By wearing kebaya, white, and batik clothes write as the bottom. With the rikma in such a beautiful bun, tucked dazzling white flowers. His auras were so radiant, sparkling.

Right now, he was waiting for the groom, to say a sacred promise that would tie him into the wedding ropes.

“Wulan! Damar is here!” exclaimed a woman calling Wulan, who was sitting on a dressing table chair.

Wulan who has been dyed like a solo queen also turned to her friend, who also wears kebaya clothes, as a bridesmaid. He just nodded, then looked back at himself in the mirror.

Then, the friend who called Wulan accompanied her to the altar of the wedding reception.

However, Wulan was so shocked, shocked and dilemmatic slashing his heart. He saw the man who was going to marry him was actually now with another woman, and sat in front of the ruler with a smiling face and shook the hand of the ruler.

With a twisted heart, a stoning mind, the crystal-clear circles melt, harmonizing the picture of his languid, desperate and lost heart. He witnessed the man he loved would pledge the sacred promise of marriage..

“I received the marriage and marriage of Angelina Lusia bint Abdul Aziz with gold mascawine weighing 25 grams in pay.”.

“NO!!” Wulan woke up from her sleep, she opened her net wide, then sat down and realized that she was still in her room dim light from the lamp to sleep beside her bed. With sweat soaking all over his body and face. Breath staggered as if he had run out of a marathon.

Wulan immediately patted her cheeks very strongly. “Astaghfirullah!! The dream! Just a dream!” he asserted that what happened just now was just a dream. His hand reflexively rubbed his chest, his heart was as fierce as a march drum. And a moment later, her tears flowed unstoppably, “Why it felt so strange, sick, as if my chest was pierced by a dagger, when it was just a dream.”

Wulan then turned to look at the small table beside the bed, she saw a baker clock on it. Time shows at 02:13 in the morning. He shook his head slowly, then got out of bed, and walked towards the bathroom.

After cleaning up, to be fitter and expect the events in the dream are just a dream. Then change his clothes, and walk back to the bathroom for ablution..

He hopes, with ablution and performing night prayers can make his heart feel calmer... After ablution, Wulan took his white face and held his alphabet stretching towards the Qiblah, and performed evening prayers.

After the prayer, he did not immediately move from the top of his alphabet. Think and pray, in asking for guidance from the Creator, to always be given the opportunity to improve themselves, interspersed with the roar of tears that wet his cheeks. “Ampuni me, my caliph who I did not realize, nor who I realized Ya Rabb.” for a moment Wulan set his breath, breathing air filled his lungs to relieve the heart that seemed to be crushed by the rocks of the canyon.

“Yes Rahim, when it is true that he will be my priest, the mirror of my soul, who is willing to spend the rest of his life with me, who sincerely accepts me with my cage. I want to learn with him to gain Your love. Surely, Your Eve has longed for Adam. Which will ease my tears, in the heart of my heart, I don't want to be long in this uneasiness. Please save me Ya Rahman, amin.”

After pouring out all the contents of his heart, and his thoughts. Now that Wulan felt calmer, she wiped her tears, repeatedly she took a breath and exhaled slowly. Then his eyes looked at the wall of his room.

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While on the other side..

Damar was sitting on his alphabet, after evening prayers and Istikharah prayers and remembrance. Now, he is raising his palms, in prayer, asking for guidance, if he can make it a foundation to strengthen his heart. “For someone who is in my heart. O God, if I cannot be the best for him yet, let me try to improve myself. God, if I haven't been able to make her happy, don't let myself make her sad and hurt. O Allah, if my heart has not been fully faithful, let not this heart turn away, O Allah, You are the All-Knowing and the All-Pityful of Your Will. All the impossible becomes possible.”

After praying with his heart, he scooped his face with his palm. Wulan wished that, when Wulan truly was her ribcage, she would be the mother of her children. Afterwards, Damar took his phone which was on the nightstand.

He then turned on his phone, a few minutes waiting for his phone to turn on maximum. There are many incoming messages, also phone calls, Including both female names, ‘Siska and Director Angelina.’ And from some friends, as well as business partners.

However, Damar ignored both messages from the woman, he was more her, there was no message or call from the woman who was currently on his mind.

“Why can I like a woman as cold and indifferent as Nawul?! But he has already taken my heart. Then should I send him a demo?” his murmur was soft, interspersed with reading one by one the incoming messages, and one of them from an unnamed number. Damar also read a message from an unnamed number.

“Any!” he murmured again, ignoring unimportant messages.

“Alright, I will send him a message, as an expression of gratitude I can know him.” murmured, his fingers began to surf on the keyboard of his phone. “Have been sent!” chitapnya, see the message he type has sent beautiful to the initial number ‘Nawul’ without a courier who is an intermediary.

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Time continues to roll, facing time after time that has passed. Drop by drop the dew in the buds of the foliage began to dry up by the morning sunlight that began to gradually rise up to greet the day. And the yellow leaves one after another fell off leaving the stalk..

Now, Wulan began his morning activities by cooking a menu as the breakfast, as well as capcay gravy and omelet rolled chives are topped with chili sauce and tomatoes.

After that, all the cooking was cooked. He took off the apron and hung it on the side hanger of the kitchen door, then walked towards his room, changing into formal work clothes. Wulan glanced at her cell phone she had kept all night on her dresser, after talking about Damar to her father.

Then he sat himself down, on the dresser chair, and then turned on the screen of his cellphone monitor. How happy, after a dream that did not wear last night, he got the antidote from his anxiety this morning. Wulan also read the incoming message from the sender initialed ‘Kang Cimar’ aka ‘Cilok Damar.’

📱 When this longing is greeted, by a b’ lady angel of heaven. Yes, you who read this message, you are aware of it. Good morning Nawul, crisp bat right? Sorry well that's all I can do to seduce you.”

Wulan chuckled amusedly, reading the contents of the crisp abis message from Kang ciloknya. “No need to seduce me, I've been klepek-klepek Kang cilok!” he murmured softly, and a little later, he recalled his dream last night. “But, I'm still disappointed with last night's dream! It feels like I want to be remek-remek and I uyel-uyel if you meet, Kang cilok!”

He put his phone back on the dresser. Binding his rikma nudged upwards. Then he got up from his seat and walked to the kitchen for breakfast the next morning. Fifteen minutes he spent chewing and swallowing his food.

After breakfast, as usual before leaving for work. While waiting for an invitation, Wulan took a broom, and cleaned the entire house, and the next thing was to take out the trash. He also binds plastic containing dry garbage that he has separated with wet garbage. Walking towards the main door of the house, he held the door handle and opened the whitewashed door.

However, he was surprised to find a cardboard right at his door and read a large inscription written on a black cardboard. “Package for you!” he was confused, and recalled, did he ever order a package, “Think I never ordered anything?!”

Wulan kicked around the cardboard box, but no sound could be heard from the cardboard, he dyed and only saw people passing through the street in front of the house. He also continued his steps to dispose of the garbage first, in the trash can that was available in front of the page. Then, look back at the mysterious cardboard.

Curious, he walked to the kitchen to get a knife, and returned to the porch and opened the cardboard. However, how surprised Wulan was just after opening the cardboard to make it fall backward, “Aaaa..” his voice held back the pain in his ass that hit the floor terrace.

“Astaghfirullah!! Who's rude to say that?!” the shudder shuddered in horror . Wulan felt like spitting out the food she had just eaten for breakfast. “Oeeekk!!”

Damar who had just arrived in front of the street of the house occupied by Wulan widened his eyes, seeing the expression on the face of Wulan who was on the floor, he immediately got out of the car and approached Wulan.

“Why you?” asked Damar in a panicked voice.

Wulan looked at Damar, her right hand still closing her mouth, and pointed at the open cardboard with her left hand. “I-it!” said Wulan buzzing behind her hands that covered her lips.

Damar's gaze followed the direction where Wulan's index finger was.

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