President Cilok
116 You are my history
The sacred love of the world feels eternal, if betrayed remind yourself. In order to always maintain the integrity of the heart, do not ever tired of expecting to find a good person who will bring true happiness. Maybe that's what Damar is feeling.
“Alright, I will meet you in the open park of Bantul city,” Damar said on a phone call with Angelina.
📱“Finally you are willing Mas Damar, I happen to be heading to your house,”
“It's not necessary. I am no longer home,” Damar replied, after breakfast and chatting with his extended family. Now, Damar is in the house occupied by Wulan. Sitting on the living room couch, waiting for his wife to change clothes.
📱“O.. so well,” replied Angelina, shriek. It sounds more desperate.
“Sorry, I can't pick you up.” said Damar, pleasantries.
📱“No pa-pa Mas Damar, I was also with the driver. Later, I went straight to the park you mentioned earlier.”
The phone call ended..
Damar could understand that his business partner was trying hard to get close to him. However, it was very dear that his heart was already completely his wife's.
Damar walked to Wulan's room, he held the door handle and opened it, right he opened the door. Wulan was wearing glasses horse maroon for buffer (sensor) makes Damar immediately round his eyes, swallow, his heart likened to immediately pounce on his prey. His junior sister stiffened instantly.
Wulan gasped, looking at Damar who was looking at her with a gaze as if he was skinning her. Equally stunned, staring at each other. Wulan saw Damar getting closer to her.
“I'm coming! Nawulku..” Damar just pounced on his little rabbit, pulled it and fondled it again.
“Damaaarr...” exclaimed Wulan, but it seems he can not dwell. Alias resigned only, accept the fact that what is now hers also belongs to the husband. Stimulation for the sake of stimulation she received from every trace of her husband's fingers, it was inevitable, that she enjoyed it.
“Pelan-pelan,” whispered Wulan shriek.
“Yeah.” say Damar with a heavy voice.
Wuhs.. Beeep... The train is ready to stop at the stop station where the funds entered the barbalana cave..
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After cleaning himself, from his hot passion in the morning. Damar was getting ready to take Wulan to the place he had planned.
“Lain time, I will help you clear all your belongings, we move from here,” he said, sitting on the edge of the bed. Looking at the Wulan from the mirror reflection of the dresser.
Wulan looked at Damar behind her from the reflection of the mirror. “Why?”
Damar got up from his seat, he walked up to Wulan who was drying his rikma using a hairdryer. “I'll take you to the house I've renovated, pity the house was long alone.” Then slightly bent his body, deliberately hiding his face on the neck of the wife fragrant soap make him feel calm, calm, no matter the heat generated from the hair dryer that is being used by Wulan.
Wulan shook her head, looking at Damar's behavior that looked childish. But he himself liked it too. “Then this house?”
“Leave it alone, or if necessary we call people who do not have a house to occupy this house,” Damar said buzzing.
Wulan was amused by Damar's lips touching her neck, “Alright, they also need a place to stay,” Wulan turned off the hairdryer machine, then put it on the table. “But did you know about your plan?” on his neck, he could feel Damar shaking his head, his breathing was so strong, making him feel an amused sensation.
Damar withdrew, this time with his promise, he sat on the dressing table chair that Wulan was sitting on, holding his wife. Then hug Wulan who is currently wearing a casual top and a long plisket skirt, from the back like a pillow, “I've been thinking about it for a long time, but haven't told Mom,”
Wulan polish the thin makeup on her face, like lightening cream and light pink liptinc, “Really, since when?”
“Since I felt you were my future wife,” replied Damar, staring at Wulan from the reflection of the mirror. Looks a pretty face, and fresh. Although the make up that his wife wears is very simple.
Feeling that it was enough with his appearance, Wulan also moved from her seat. Make Damar instantly strayed back.
“Aaaaa..” Erang Damar, enduring the pain in his butt that hit the floor.
Wulan... “E, uh. sorry, sorry.” he helped Damar, interspersed with whiny. “Hehehe.. who asked you to sit behind me. Stuck up,”
“Satisfied well, satisfied! Keep laughing!” gerutu Damar, saw Wulan laughing until in front of the porch of the house.
“Hahaha... When you're done you can always make me laugh.” Wulan said, holding back his laughter.
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On the way to the place to go. With its simplicity, Damar rides his Vespa motorbike, splitting the street pedigree of the capital city of Bantul. Damar was driving at a moderate speed, he smiled as he looked at Wulan's hand which was no longer reluctant to hug her waist.
While Wulan spread her gaze staring at the streets she passed. “What's special about Jogja City?”
“Everything, including you!” reply Damar, focus on staring at the pace of the road occasionally his thumb pressed the horn button, then turned to the right. Passing through traffic signs. Along with other drivers.
Damar smiled knots, “I know, but you're just like Jogja, very special. Historic city, and you are my history, which will be remembered all my life.”
Hearing Damar's answer, Wulan made more and more persimmon. ‘Aih's.. Kang rancid very dare to make my heart cool.. Kan, the more love I got.’ always in the heart humming melodious.
Not long after, Damar and Wulan also arrived at the open garden of Bantul City... Damar parked his bike. As usual, a simple thing that seemed romantic, Damar opened the helmet hook and slowly released it from Wulan's head.
“Still.” says Wulan.
Damar covered his smile. “Sama-sama.”
Walk hand in hand on the edge of the park, while enjoying the time as a pair of young people when the sun began to turn around the rotation of the earth, entering at 09:35 am. Interspersed with small talk, relaxed, but not more.
“Why have you never told me about the natural disaster?” damar asked, looking straight ahead, occasionally glancing at Wulan.
Wulan stopped her steps, followed by Damar. “Is it important to you?”
Damar stood opposite Wulan, holding his wife's hands together. “Will you, how grateful my heart is to hear you survived. In fact, even more grateful now you make this imperfect man loved by a great woman like you.”
Wulan was filled to hear Damar's reply, a moment later she chuckled a little, “Haha... I'm a great woman? Great meal, yes!” back it up, humbling yourself.
Damar looked at Wulan with an intimate look, he pulled Wulan's arm and carried her into his arms. Swiping the back of Wulan's head, cradling his wife's rikma that smelled of mint shampoo.
Wulan gasped at what Damar was doing, he tried to push Damar away. “Kang Cimar, this is again in the crowd!” hard, feeling nervous. However, as usual Damar hugged her tightly.
Damar dleming, he seemed to listen to a warning from his wife. “Leave it, after all we are married,” Damar getting anxious, clutching tightly Wulan, regardless of the people who look at him. Not without reason, now he and his wife became the object of the gaze of people who passed by on the roadside of the open park of Bantul city. “Your love is simple, it makes me love more and more. Like a terasi sambel, not nutritious but nagibii.” he said, combing. But, well like that Damar, he felt he was not a romantic person in stringing love verses.
Wulan chuckled amusedly, hearing Damar's seduction. “Haha.... Asem really you well, my love period is equal to the terasi sambel?!”
“Tapkan if sambel terasi tasty+ tasty, especially in colet use petai or young cucumber, in addition to salted fish jambal, hem... make me drool, everywhere.” as always Damar, imagine the side dish he used to eat as a warm rice companion that was still steaming.
Damar's rant, making Wulan giggle amused, the simplicity of which was always grateful by her husband, taught her many things. “Hehehe... You are indeed a humorous man.”.
“Ehemmm...” Deheman hard road user who was walking with his friend, disperse both pair of young people who were hugging on the edge of the park street. “Eleng yo eleng, ra need to show off intimacy, lek mengkone broke up because of wong ketigo! (Remember, do not have to show off intimacy, if later broke up because of the third person!)” he added again, as if to be the referee who gave yellow card warnings to Damar and Wulan. Then just leave.
As Wulan pushed Damar, he felt ashamed, this was the first time he had felt what was called kasmaran for 27 years. While Damar mah just relax, as if it does not matter if he is in the eyes of everyone though.
“Ck, you anyway!” wulan's annoyance at Damar.
“Kok me? They are envious, the sign is not capable, do not have a partner well that way! Always commemorate others, but sometimes forget to commemorate yourself,” said Damar casually. Staring at the two men who had reprimanded him walked further and further away.
Wulan looked at Damar with a lazy look, she knew very, very well, that Damar's answer was there to make it difficult to answer. “Freely argue with you!” he walked ahead of Damar.
Damar smiled, then followed Wulan who sat on the park bench. “Nawul...” he said calling Wulan, to persuade. “Sin, angry with husband.” then sat next to Wulan.
“I'm not angry?!” in reply, Wulan was still staring straight, looking at the children who were playing around under the shade tree.
“Emm... call the guy who has been calling you gih,” his proposal, staring at Wulan from the side.
As Wulan shifted her gaze, her gaze met Damar's black-eyed bead. “You mean, Roni?”
Damar nodded
“There is this you,” cetus Wulan, astonished.
“I'm serious, right now, well..” said Damar, with steadiness, despite jealousy. Damar took Wulan's phone, and gave it to the owner. Raised his eyebrows, giving him a cue. “Contact him, and ask him as soon as possible to come.”
Wulan was more surprised by Damar's request, “What is this, to tell him that we are married?”
“Iya,” says Damar. “It's not good to give hope to others, right? I know ten times he sends you a short message every day, just want to invite you to meet.” concluded Damar.
Wulan frowned, “Where do you know? Don't you mess up my phone?”
Damar shrugged his shoulders, “Quick, contact the Ron, Ron, the.”
A very familiar voice called Damar, from a distance of four meters, “Damar!”
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