President Cilok
113 May Istikomah

Morning which is still evening, at 05:15 local time is the first day for Wulan and Damar to be a couple. After a passionate, burning, loving night. Like the heavenly garden, which is sprinkled with sensation. However, it cools the heart.

And last night they didn't sleep. Even so, his fatigue, paid off with struggles, and great struggles, like football players, when the ball rolled slipperyly into a goal full of robes...

After the dawn prayer with his wife. He also turned his head back, precisely to Wulan who wore a white face lacy looks very beautiful. Looking at him carefully, he did not expect, last night was a match won by him. Keep smiling, and bite his lower lip.

Wulan speechless looked at Damar's face showing the other side of the day before he became a man's wife in front of him, impressed more masculine, ‘Ya Allah, it feels like this is still a dream, I am now his wife, he also never bothered to even discuss my age which is older than 3 years from him.’

When looking at Wulan like this, Damar recalled the incident at the time of Wulan who was still fierce, when Wulan faced the two thugs to make Wulan's legs dislocated. Damar still clearly remembered, let alone to touch his body, to help massage his legs, Wulan who all rhinos did not allow his feet to be touched by Damar. But now everything is inversely proportional. With his sincerity, the woman he married last night gave her all for him to touch. ‘Hopefully Istikomah.’

Damar smiled wryly, then shook Wulan's hand. “What still hurts?”

Wulan smiled, then welcomed Damar's hand and kissed the back of the husband's hand he called ‘Kang Cimar. For him that simple call, it means more than just a call ‘sayang, “Udah meningan,” he replied softly.

Damar rubbed the head of Wulan covered with white face, “If still sick, to the doctor yuk,”

Wulan frowned, she then chuckled a little. “Hehe.... No need for that, Kang Cimar. I'm fine,” he then stood up and took off his face, his gaze circulated and accidentally stared at the irregular pastel brown bed linen, the order, again, he also saw red spots there. Wulan blinked her eyes, then turned to look at Damar. Immediately shame enveloped his sight.

Damar also stood up, he looked at Wulan who was also looking at him with his eyes round. “Really good? The power of your face does not indicate that you are good?!” he said, while removing the sarong, then he put it on the floor to then wash.

Wulan was aghast at Damar's action, who took off the glove in front of him. Exposed clearly, the thigh color of the husband is not too white nor dark, “Allah Akbar, Kang Cimar! You open the sarong in front of me, it's just wearing dal*m pants again!!”

Damar was surprised to hear Wulan's voice rising, “Loh, why is it? Didn't you see it all last night?” he answered while opening one by one the buttons of his koko shirt. “You forgot, let me remind you again of your love last night!” he continued to tease, while approaching Wulan who looked wrong, and increasingly corner him until Wulan sat on the edge of the bed.

“Hah! Where there is yes I am so! You have it, until I can't dwell..” Wulan is getting sewot with Damar's insensitive attitude. Now, not only the thighs are exposed, but also the chest of the field, the stomach is like a torn bread, only the sensitive part is covered with black dal*m pants. Wulan gulped her saliva, glek...

“Ih, how are you! Time doesn't know I'm embarrassed!” says honestly. He saw Damar take off his coco shirt, “Astaghfirullah, naked time so, just wear cd! You don't forget ‘kan, what is shame? Shame it like eating Cermai fruit that is still green, asem-asem how so!” his nagging, the canary ba', while pushing the chest of Damar's field.

Hearing Wulan's nagging, made her want to laugh. Then hold the hand of the wife who is pushing her chest. “Oh-you again embarrassed anyway?!” Damar then kissed the wife's forehead, his gaze turned to look at the object red spots on the bed sheet. He was thin-bearded, then returned to meet his wife. “You again?!”

Spontaneity, Wulan turned her gaze back to stare at the irregular bedsheet like it was swept away by a storm of romance, last night. A flash of memory as he lost control overnight loomed over him, Wulan's reflex closing his lips. ‘That was great last night!’

“Ehemm Wulan cleared her throat loudly. She dyed, spread her eyes staring at the whole room owned by her husband, “A-I laper..” he stuttered. “But, I'm embarrassed to leave the room,” again, not without cause. Because the rikmanya still half wet.

Damar smiled, he then rubbed Wulan's neck right on his suction last night, then withdrew and stood up straight. “Alright madam,” answered wink, then walked to the closet with just her dal*m pants, with indifference. After all, he thought Wulan had seen him last night.

Damar also pulled a set of home clothes, then wore it as fast as lightning. He looked back at Wulan, “Wait here, I will go to the kitchen.” he said, then walked to the door of his room.

After Damar's departure, Wulan immediately pulled the bed sheet and took it into the bathroom. “Lah-walah, I had to get rid of it.” his murmur was soft, while pouring tap water into a sheet of pastel brown, he took a bath soap, then rubbed a bed sheet that bore witness to his struggle last night.

After ten minutes, Wulan had finished taking care of the sheets that he had washed clean, when his feet stepped out of the bathroom he was surprised by Damar who was standing in front of the bathroom door. Accidentally his forehead touched a chewy object belonging to Damar, “Alamak! Kang Cimar, you always ngagetin me!” nagging, while wiping his forehead that just landed on the lips of the husband.

“What was that holy? Is it busy?” ask Damar pretending not to know.

Wulan was getting nervous, she was fluttering with a roof full of nervousness. “Eeee, that, anu, what well..” is speechless, he also returned about his request to Damar. “What did you bring from the kitchen?” his hand pushed aside Damar's arm to get out of the bathroom doorway, and walked ahead of Damar.

Damar stared at the wet sheets squeezed over the sink, he flashed his smile while shaking his head slowly. Then turned around and followed Wulan who was sitting in her work chair enjoying a glass of milk and chocolate jam sandwich. He knelt down before his wife. “There was something that made me decide to marry you this soon,”

Wulan looked at Damar, drinking a glass of warm chocolate milk. He just gave a signal of lifting his chin; What?

“Because I don't want to be away from you, want to always be with you, you can love me without degrading your beauty, that's why I want to solidify myself for the rest to be able to love you with my beauty as well,” says Damar mean it.

Wulan put a glass glass with a little chocolate milk left on the table, her heart was filled to hear what Damar revealed. He held both cheeks and turned behind the ears of the man who looked at him with a shady gaze, “Then about the trust of Kusumo to ask you to take care of his son?”

Damar recalled the time when Kusumo asked him to return together with Ratna.

Flashback on Damar

The UDG room with the dimness of the spirit that continued to erode time slowly began to uncontrollably, a middle-aged man roared groaningly with his voice that sounded stammering, very slowly, more precisely like a whisper. “Da-mar ti-tip Rat-na, sa-ya moh-on.”

Damar frowned, astonished at the thought of the middle-aged man who had once insulted him, and bluntly opposed the relationship between him and Ratna. But what now? Is this a final request? Oh no, this is not so easy to accept! Damar. He saw Kusumo shed tears.

Kusumo could not hold back his tears, as if tears symbolized his regret now. The regret that no longer matters, the sense of tightness that increasingly squeezes his breathing, squeezing his time, even just to regret his actions is now no longer useful. “I beg Da-mar, please accept Rat-na, you ti-dak per-lu forgive me. My regret will only get bigger, if I can't bring you together,”

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