President Cilok
12 Cam is that!
Damar fell silent, trying to remember the name.
"Oh, Imel the queen Ratna!” damar exclaimed, in the end remembering who Imel was.
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With a faint smile, Imel nodded slowly. Imel stopped the car, though,
"You don't miss Ratna, Kang cilok?” ask Imel. Imel looked at Ratna for a glimpse, one-slight and then returned to focus on looking at Damar.
Damar seemed to be frowning, under the colorful umbrella that was spread out and tied to his cart to shelter from the rain moans.
"No! He already belongs to someone else, Mel,” replied Damar, realizing he would just be a pest. Without Damar knowing Ratna was also in Imel's car and heard Damar's words.
It seemed that someone had pinched his heart, when he heard Damar speak those words. Ratna just kept quiet, still staring at Damar from inside Imel's dark-glazed car. "Oh, so now you're self-conscious. Good deh!” pearl's lips, make a sound.
Imel nodded, confirming Pearl's words.
"Tuh Mut,” said Imel. Then he looked at Damar.
"Some of you're supposed to read, you have a glass, right Mar at home? Or gini, if you do not have a glass later I buy a wide, so that you reflect who you are and who Ratna is?!” cynical Imel, said without wanting to know with words that could hurt Damar's feelings.
It is common for Damar to receive slurs and spicy scorn, as if it has become a staple in living life as a poor man. Damar Grentes inwardly, wanting to cry, how much trial and humiliation he had to endure. As the word may describe that he feels like a disgusting disgrace.
"You can say anything about the lives of others. But don't forget one thing, the good life you enjoy right now. One day it will turn around and it could be even more sad than the life I am living right now. Cam it!” sergeant Damar, with a series of words if he could resuscitate the two girls who had insulted him.
Ratna could not speak, she wanted to defend Damar from the sneers of her two friends. However, his ego defeats his conscience. Ratna just kept silent, as if she was deaf.
Hot with what Damar said, Imel reached into his branded bag and took the red sheet of money with the first President, and threw the money in front of Damar who was a meter from his car. As for Damar's face.
"Nih make pay for all that stale Lo advice!” hardik Imel with his anger.
Suddenly what Imel did, made Ratna surprised, and Damar spontaneously widened his eyes. Hundreds of thousands of dollars were scattered in the streets and among the puddles.
And immediately invited the reactions of those who passed by, looking at Damar. Of those who walk or those who drive their vehicles. Staring in wonder, as well as confusion, with what was going on between the person who was in the car j*zz red as well as the cilok trader.
"What's up?”
"Well, it's raining money!”
"What kind of storms?”
"It's not polite that people throw money, beat the rich!”
The discordant voices of the people who saw the incident, guessing what happened, and addressed to Damar also the red j*zz car driver, Imel.
Pearl did not stay still, the girl who wears shorts limited to thighs as well as outfit clothes, slightly advancing her body approached Imel. And looked at Damar,
"Your words are not for us!” pearl Suhu.
This time, Ratna felt her two friends had gone too far. Ratna did not think out, this piece of Imel and Pearl.
"Imel! A pearl! Tega yah y'all!” hardik Ratna with a raised voice.
Damar was surprised to hear Ratna's voice from inside the car, "Ratna?” muttered.
Ratna's voice, suddenly made the two girls who were stroking her hair look back, and smiled grinning.
"Why don't you accept Rat?” ask Imel.
Five seconds the Pearl looked at Ratna, then the pearl looked back at Damar. "The girl you Mar, is behind from earlier she deim aja!” mutiara.
Imel turned his gaze to look at Ratna, and looked back at Damar, "If he is treated this way with all the insults you get. Be sure she's ashamed of having a poor boyfriend like you Mar!”
"Ngaca Mar! Ngaca!” pearl Exclamation..
Imel also drove forward his car, waving a mockery to Damar. Ratna shook her head, astonished at the attitude of Pearl as well as Imel.
Pearl only glimpsed Ratna with her tail, while Imel was seen leaning one corner of her lips up. "Why don't you accept it?” imel asked, focusing on the streets.
"Or anyways! Then what difference do you make with us Rat? You are quiet too, right? It's the same as you agree that Damar does not match with you!” pearl Word.
"Or, Ratna muna!” imel's Ogat.
Anxious about the behavior of his two friends, "It does not mean I am silent. Then I agree with you guys! I kept quiet because too many people had insulted him!”
Pearl looked back, seeing the look of Ratna's face that was holding back anger, her neck veins described her as being in emotional turmoil.
"Yes married him, if you want your neck to be slashed with your Papi!” pearl Word.
Feeling free to argue with his two friends, Ratna chose silence. And throwing his eyes back, he saw Damar was picking up the money scattered. "Mar, why is the road to be with you so difficult. Are we destined to meet but not to unite.” the mind of Ratna monologue.
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With the wet conditions, Damar took hundreds of thousands of dollars. And collecting it into one, he also walked past a group of people who were huddled to find out about what they thought was interesting to be a talk, or a post.
"Seneng yah Mas, ketiban money!”
"Well, I want to be rich too!”
"Have a long time ago dispersed!”
Again and again, discordant voices of people who want to seek the truth that is happening. But Damar did not heed, as if his ears were immune, maybe there is someone who thinks he has wide ears like an elephant and a heart like a laron is okay? Live free to think.
Damar can not stop people who do not like it, or people who like it to stop talking, stop the ridicule and ridicule of people in his life. Damar is only an ordinary man, has a weak side as well as a strong side to support everything that makes his heart tired.
Damar was still hoping for every breath he had left. Will there be a glimmer of bright light and well-being in the journey through life that feels increasingly eroding confidence in himself.
Damar stopped in front of a mosque, this time not for prayer. Instead of intending to give the money that Imel threw to the caretaker of the mosque who happened to be sweeping the terrace of the mosque.
"Assalamualaikum Sir,” Damar greetings in the courtyard of the Mosque.
An old man walked up to Damar, "Wa'alaikumussalam,”
"Emmm... Sir, I want to give this to be donated to the mosque.” said Damar, offering wet money of one million and eight hundred thousand to the mosque manager.
The manager of the mosque who wears a sarong and brown cocoa clothes looks hollow and hesitant over Damar's words, then sees the money held by Damar in front of him.
Seeing no movement from the manager of the mosque, the usual place of Damar praying while trading cilok. Understand the doubts of the mosque administrators who are often seen. Damar said, too,
"It's not illegal money sir, I got this money for free. But I think this mosque still seems to need a lot of funds to complete the renovation.”
"Sorry sir, this money is a bit wet.” continued Damar.
The manager of the mosque also received the money held by Damar, "Thank you son, may pious charity Nak what is your name?”
"Call it the servant of Allah, Sir.” replied Damar, he was reluctant to mention his name. Because it's not the money.
"May Allah reward you with multiplied kindness, Nak.” continued the manager of the mosque who Damar himself did not know his name.
"Amin. I'm sorry, Mr.” replied Damar, and in the nod of the mosque manager, he went from the mosque yard which was undergoing renovation repairs to replace the mosque skeleton. It will enter the rainy season.
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