President Cilok
119 This is what I expected

Sometimes thought and understanding do not go along with what is happening, as does walking on sandy soil. Where the foot rests, it must be a small, invisible grain of sand following the direction in which the foot steps. And this is what Damar was observing, he was so shocked to see a woman who had been a part of his past, a time he had forgotten.

I don't know when! In what way? He can avoid it. Avoiding the weird problems that have actually ended between him and the former.

The feeling that was originally spoiled full of love, now seems to disappear, dim and destroyed. Hate it? What about hate? Yeah, hate! Damar chose not to hate him. Different from hate, Damar just doesn't like people who can always look for reasons to dump and leave. Perhaps, it was this sense of gratitude that dominated his farewell to Ratna.

From the beginning of entering the yard alone, Damar was bad mood. Because of the debate that has not met a bright spot about the white pendant necklace owned by Wulan. And now, it makes him more lazy to discuss. Damar did not think, for what his mother allowed the woman who had clearly dumped him.

Damar clenched his hand, he still stood firmly unshakable since entering the living room. Staring at Ratna with fierce eyes. “What do you need to come here?!”

Ratna swallowed her saliva, she knew very well Damar's cold attitude. Has described a dislike of this meeting. Trembling, unlike when he steadied his heart to meet the man he still loved. Well, that love already made her such a stupid and naive person. Ratna seemed to not care about it, as if her pride was not heedless.

“Do not just shut up Ratna!” snapped Damar, echoing in the middle of the living room.

Wulan was surprised by Damar's voice which raised his eardrums. She looked at Damar, clearly implied by her husband's face, trying to restrain herself from anger. He turned his eyes, looking at Ratna who was still sitting on the sofa not warting, his net down Ratna from the tip of the foot to the tip of the head.

Wulan felt Iba with Ratna's current appearance, her disheveled, shabby clothes, her adorable face and irregular rikma. He thought about making Damar lower his vocal cords, as bad as the past. Doesn't every human being deserve to be forgiven. However, his hand had already been held back by Holy Mother while shaking thinly.

Holy Ma'am held Wulan's hand, he held that his son-in-law did not need to be involved in the problems of Damar and Ratna.

The atmosphere was tense, even Danum and Grandma Ayudia preferred to wait in the family room.

Since Damar's arrival, Ratna did not dare to dwell. Even to move the two hands resting on the thighs wrapped in skirts three-quarters, even he seemed afraid, this was the first time for Ratna to see Damar angry to sound in a high tone. Ratna got up from her seat, still bowing her gaze. “Mar..”.

Damar looked at Ratna with a look of lazy eyes, dleming.... As if whatever Ratna was going to say was just a joke and nonsense!

“Sorry I am Damar,” he said softly. He began to dare to raise his face, looking at Damar.

Damar was still silent, he threw away his gaze.

Ratna walked up to Damar, then stopped at a distance of two meters. “I know who I am, I know my every mistake with you is too big, Damar. Even to ask you to come back with me is impossible,”

Damar was still reluctant to answer, still looking in a different direction.

“I don't know if Papi asked you to take care of me. I'm sorry Damar... Really I don't know about it,” continued Ratna in a raucous voice.

Holy Ma'am and Wulan looked at Damar and Ratna... As a woman, her instincts seemed to be hypnotized to see the woman who came with the random look of awud. Even now, he looks desperate for his life.

“I will go from your life, Damar,” he said softly, he looked at Damar, while Damar still threw away his gaze. “You must be careful of Opik, he is devising a plan to destroy your business,”

When Damar rounded his eyes, he shifted his attention from painting peacocks as a wall decorator and looked at Ratna. “Do not make up stories, Ratna!” jerking, hard.

Ratna shook her head hard. “Truly I didn't lie, Damar. I heard Opik's plan, when I came to his house to sign the divorce papers. I accidentally heard him talking to the five people who look like thugs,” he said, saying what he knew.

Wulan's approaching... “What are they planning?” asked Wulan, looking at Ratna looking for a gap in honesty there.

Ratna turned to look at Wulan, she shook her head slowly. “I couldn't hear everything, because Opik realized I was listening to him from behind the door,”

Damar squinted his eyes at Wulan and turned to look at Ratna. Damar thinks that Ratna could have known more about Opik's plans. “Thank you still for your information, Ratna.”

Ratna commented a smile, her heart humming happily. Said ‘thank you' from Damar, he took it as an expression, that Damar had forgiven him. “That's all I wanted to say, Damar,” he looked at Wulan, then walked up to the woman Damar had chosen. “Congratulations on your marriage.” he said, holding Wulan's hand.

Wulan blinked, as if she did not believe what Ratna said, even though she knew that Ratna was still expecting her husband. However, Wulan nodded awkwardly. “Thank you.”

Ratna turned to look at Holy Mother, then walked up to the middle-aged woman who was once going to be her in-laws. “Thank you Holy Mother, helped me.”

Holy Mother nodded thinly interspersed with a knotty smile. He rubbed the Rikma Ratna. “Sama-sama, take good care of yourself, Ratna.”

Ratna was filled with gentle treatment from the Holy Mother, she nodded. “Iya Ma'am Suci.. thank you,” there is a deep sense of regret for leaving Damar. Ratna looked back at Wulan. ‘You are very lucky Wulan.’

“I excuse me..” said Ratna, then turned back to Damar, Holy Mother, and Wulan. However, a moment later he stopped his steps, when Damar called out to him.

“Ratna!” damar exclaimed, glancing at Wulan and focusing on looking at Ratna.

Ratna turned her head to look at the three people who were two meters away from her. Focused his gaze more on Damar.

Ratna was stunned to hear Damar's proposal, she soon caught up with Damar. Afraid that the man would change his mind.

The Holy Mother was stunned to hear his eldest son's proposal. “Home!” however, it seems Damar has already left the living room.

Netra Wulan was perfectly rounded, looking at Damar's departure. The proposal of Damar, who offered to drive Ratna home seemed to be a harsh pinch in his heart. To say not even as free. Wulan ran out of the house and saw the car carrying Damar and Ratna had left the courtyard of Joglo house.

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On travel...

“Where do you live now?!” damar asked coldly, without looking at Ratna.

Ratna was pleased to the point that she stared at Damar not blinking a single bit. With his chin in the palm of his hand. In fact, instantly his ears seemed to pierce.

Damar glanced at Ratna, again, he spoke in a more poignant tone. “Don't think weird, I just feel sorry for you. Quickly tell me where you live?!”

Ratna was touched by the sumringah, as if whatever tone Damar was wearing sounded very melodious. “In Kebumen..” sahut Ratna, still looking at Damar.

Damar drives his car at high speed. No matter the current state of Ratna, who is being shaken by the act of driving.

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Wulan did not feel calm in the slightest, she walked back and forth in the living room. Anxious waiting for Damar's return. Several times he bit the tip of his fingernail.

Unknowingly his fingers bleed from his bite which seemed to have hurt him himself. “Awww... ssshh Wulan came out of the living room, but Damar never came home. The feeling of jealousy is becoming more and more unsettled. Sad, silent, stoning hit the trough of his soul.

The Holy Mother walked over to Wulan, gently rubbing the back of her daughter-in-law who was being struck by anxiety, as if Damar had left together with the lady jal*ng. The Holy Mother looked at the end of Wulan's injured fingers. “Wulan, your finger is bleeding, come on in, I'll treat it.”

“Bu..” greeting floating Wulan.

Holy Mother sat with Wulan, Wulan's gaze implying a clear-cut restlessness. He then raised his hand, rubbing Wulan's rikma. “Son, everything will be fine. Not good also for you to worry about something excessively.”

Wulan felt that hearing the Holy Mother's words was true. What's wrong with taking you home. Should not men help each other and be tolerant towards each other. He also followed the steps of the Holy Mother to enter the house.

An hour later, Wulan waited for Damar, and he sat on the edge of Damar's king-size bed. Look at every inch of the room with a lot of ball posters, bearing the Juventus logo. He stood up again, paced back and sat down.

“Astaghfirullah, what's wrong with me?” Wulan rubbed her chest that seemed to be shaken by the storm of jealousy.

Wulan felt very engulfed in the room, as if the oxygen stock in the lungs had been exhausted. He just took the initiative to get out of the room. And coincidentally he hit the body of someone who was about to enter his room, a very familiar body. Almost made him stagger back.

“Home!” pekik Wulan widened his eyes, looking at the newly arrived husband.

Damar swiftly grabbed the body of his wife who was about to reach the floor of his room, still with a pretentious cool attitude, memorable cold.

Wulan immediately embraced Damar, as if he had just met for centuries. She missed the smell of her husband's body, his warmth. All of that, like a craved romance opium.

Behind Wulan's head that was hugging him. Damar inhaled the scent of his wife's rikma that smelled of mint, he smiled wryly. But still acting pretentious. He did not even return his wife's warm embrace. Damar spoke in a cold voice. “We have to leave for the company now, or if you want, you can be here!”

Wulan unraveled her embrace, she felt that her husband was being indifferent. Wulan thought that Damar was still angry about his white pendant necklace.

Damar turned his back to Wulan, but a smile jail, adorning both corners of his lips. Until it finally faded, because Danum was staring at him in front of the room. “Ehem...” he cleared his throat loudly, while giving a code through his eyes to his sister to just go from the front of his room.

Danum grinned to see his brother who was playing a drama to prank Wulan who was burning with jealous fire. “Hehehe...” kekeh Danum weaned, then left.

Wulan hugged Damar from behind, buried her face on her husband's back. “I'm sorry, I won't cover anything from you.”

Damar dleming, but still smiling jaim. ‘This is what I expected.’

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