President Cilok
106 Horse eyeglass

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.

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Damar's gaze followed the direction where Wulan's index finger, then approached the cardboard that had been opened on it and saw the contents. Unlike the expression with Wulan, Damar was silent for a moment, he sighed, then turned towards Wulan.

“It's just chicken head, Nawulku!” damar said, after seeing the neck pieces until the head of the chicken in clear plastic that is not tied with a rope. Then take the cardboard and bring it closer to Wulan.

Sontak makes Wulan move and prance.... “Hiii... ticklish ah, ticklish! Far away from chicken nutmeg!” shouted Wulan, while wagging his hands, so Damar to keep away the cardboard containing the head of raw chicken as much as half a cardboard.

“This is just the head of the chicken, Wulan,” Damar said again, he was astonished by the attitude of Wulan, who was afraid just because of the head of the chicken.

“Astaghfirullah!! Abaghfirullah!! Far away head! Hiii... I am very tickled! Amused...” shouted Wulan hysterically while closing her eyes, as if seeing a creepy ghostly appearance. But according to him, the head of a raw chicken is more scary. He shook his hand at Damar. “Hus.. hus...”

Damar chuckled amusedly, looking at the behavior of Wulan who was jumping up and down while screaming, when he thought it was funny... “Hahaha..” he also with his jaim bring closer the cardboard containing the heads of raw chicken to Wulan. “Times you are afraid the same that this, chicken head is white, clean rich thighs of the people bule! Especially if cooked, surely wenak!”

As a result of Wulan's screams, people who were crossing the street in front of his house were spontaneously staring at the house where Wulan lived... Some are surprised by the attitude of Wulan who is jumping like a ballerina dancer. There were also some who laughed a little.

Wulan was increasingly arrogant with the attitude of Damar who was very happy to tease him. Still shaking his hand, “Dad!! Mom, Mom!! Please Wulan, Damar! Damar! Aaaaaaa..” shouted Wulan stammered. He is phobic about the name of the head of this bird. The contents in his stomach are getting more turbulent want to get out soon, “Oeeekk!!!” gush like lava from a mountain crater that explodes into the clothes of Damar.

Getting a burst from the cave that smells very strange even makes Damar immediately gasp, and drop a cardboard containing half the head of raw chicken, “Waduhh!!! Wet dah--- iek!”

While Wulan rubbed her lips, which were wet. He felt a little relieved, and glanced sharply at Damar. His body was limp, he was inching to sit on the terrace floor and leaning against the side wall of the window. Heedless of the people staring at him. There was also no sense of the taste of having spewed his entrails into Damar's clothes.

“Wonder don't jaim! That's called kualat!” wulan's nagging with a limp sound.

Damar sighed, he realized his already outrageous mistake in teasing Wulan. He also looked at Wulan, pity and pity to see the look of Wulan's pale face, “Sorry, anyways if you are afraid, why order that much chicken head?”

Wulan limbung, like a drunk man.. and replied Damar weak helpless, while shuddering amusedly, “Where there are well I order soan!”.

Suddenly from the street direction, a young man wearing a hat in a slanted manner and a middle-aged woman wearing a floral pattern abaya and an irregular instant hijab came to the Wulan house..

“Biye's door!! Turns out my chicken head was straying in your house, Lan?” exclaimed Mothers saw the cardboard order, which turned out to be wrong delivery. Then he looked at the young man who came with him. “Piye (how) you Jang canterinnya!” hardik the mother, who was wearing a floral abaya, pointed to the slanted hat man who came with her.

“Lah, it's not me who nganter Mbok Sum, it's the Mul!” a young man named Ujang.

“Why can you get someone else to do my order Jang, usually you too? Pantesan I wait from dawn not to the extent also my pesenan!” cerocos the Mother, called Mbok Sum. “You know, because it was your friend, I sometimes unplug, you know!”

Ujang also flicked his hand, “Waduh, it is not my fault or Mbok, just blame my friend Mulyanto! There was a lot of chicken cutting in the market, so I didn't have time to drop. I have explained the ancer-ancer of his house. Yes I do not know, if the Mul wrong send,”

Mbok Sum also hit Ujang's arm, “Don't give you many reasons, Jang. Next time don't ask someone new to send an order,”

Ujang also nodded, “Iya, yes Mbok Sum.”

Damar and Wulan also looked at the mothers and a young man in a tilted hat with a rancid style, arguing with the problem of misdelivery that saliwang.

Wulan moved from her seat, and approached the mothers who turned out to be her neighbors who were five houses away from the house she lived in.

“Do not argue at my house Mbok Suminah, better Mbok Suminah bring cardboard. Quickly take it away from my house! Amused me, ih!” exclaimed Wulan, to his neighbor named Suminah.

Mbok Suminah also met with Wulan, “Iya Wulan, sorry, this is because of Ujang same Mul, those who misdelivered addresses!”

Wulan raised her eyebrows, astonished. “Lagian for what Mbok Suminah, chicken head as much as that? It was written with ‘package for you! I read it, Mbok!” grumble Wulan, annoyed. “Bikin people curious!” wulan continued, clucking in wonder.

“It was written mah, my friend who likes nosy Neng.” said Ujang with his Sundanese accent.

Wulan also looked at the young man named Ujang, then looked back at Mbok Suminah. He shuddered amused, heard the answer Mbok Suminah, “Ih, time to top chicken noodles using chicken nutmeg? Do you usually use Mbok chicken meat chop?”

“Create the chicken meat mixture, Lan. If all chicken is expensive. You know, chicken is expensive. In part, the customer said also savory, right I cooked it using a presto pot to be tender,” concluded Mbok Suminah, owner of a chicken noodle stall that is usually a subscription to Wulan.

“Mangkanya Mbok Sum, next time, write in front of the house Mbok Sum, a chicken noodle seller. Kan know for yourself, Mbok Suminah sells her on the sidewalk beside the junction of the front road of the complex.” said Wulan. “Let's not stray anymore, I phobia of chicken nutmeg Mbok!” he continued, telling the truth.

Damar was currently silent, he was watching Opera, looking at Wulan, then turned to look at Mothers who were the same age as his mother. Then turned to look at the young man who was the same age as him. Meanwhile, his clothes were affected by Wulan vomit, he did not heed.

“Ya already yes Lan, I'm sorry first. Don't forget to buy my chicken noodles. Guaranteed favors!” chirps Mbok Suminah, offering her chicken noodle trade. All at once, from the terrace of Wulan's house.

Wulan shook her head, “Nggak Mbok Sum, I do not want a chicken head, amused ih!”

“Sih?!” mbok Suminah exclaimed, while walking away from the terrace of the Wulan house along with Ujang.

“I do it cilok!” shouted Wulan, staring at the departure of Mbok Suminah, the owner of the chicken noodle shop junction.

Damar also approached Wulan, he stood behind Wulan, staring in the same direction, to the mothers of the sellers of chicken noodles, “It turns out you are familiar with the mother earlier?”

Wulan turned her head towards Damar, she squinted her eyes at Damar with sharp eyes. Still with a feeling of annoyance, due to the nosiness of Damar. He then turned around and deliberately nudged hard Damar's arm, while nagging and entered the house, “Terus you think, I'm cold, rich in polar ice! Don't know your neighbors?!”

Damar tailed behind Wulan who entered the house. He said, “It's not like that, do you think, you only know him like me and Kang Bokir, in Jogja?!”

Wulan just kept walking, up to her room and opened the door of her wardrobe, “Nevent been good at playing tongue, I've heard you gossip about me with the Bokir, I've heard you gossip about me, if you say I'm cold rich in polar ice?!” scold, annoyed. While pulling one of the long-sleeved tops from the pile of clothes.

Damar was circulating his gaze, looking at the entire room of Wulan, this was the first time he entered the room of the woman who became a secretary as well as the mooring of his heart. Until he made her listen with all the Wulan babble.

Feeling the absence of an answer, Wulan turned her gaze away from the closet. He turned to Damar, who was observing the state of his room. However, a moment later he saw Damar looking at a red object on the bed. It looks like a horse's glasses. ‘Nature!!’ inwardly in the heart, and then clenched his own eel.

Wulan immediately approached Damar who was standing two meters away from her, and reflexively closed Damar's eyes with her palm. “Basic of flirty eyes!” angry, furious..

While Damar only smiled amusedly, resignedly received his eyes that were closed by Wulan's hands. “Do you close my eyes, I have seen it before, it looks like a horse's glasses, but it's red. How do you mean it? Hahaha.” his chuckle laughs crisply, a man's instincts normally thrashing. See the woman's item used for buffering (sensor).

Wulan rounded her eyes to hear all the insignificant ramblings of the man she had closed her eyes, “Basic pervert! Get out of my room!” berang Wulan, resisting embarrassment.

Wulan also led Damar out of his room with his hand that still closed Damar's eyes. Then closed the door of his room, then gave the clothes he took from the closet to Damar. “Use this!”

Damar smiled wryly, then received the clothes Wulan gave him. ‘Gallags gini, but attention.’

While Wulan, prefers to walk to the kitchen, to hide his embarrassment, and drink a glass of mineral water.

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