President Cilok
121 Do not bother

Bokir smiled broadly at the door of Damar's office. He turned his head to the right and left, and gave a warning to a staff member who served on the fourth floor. “Santi,”

“Yes, Mr Bokir?” answer the female staff mentioned by Bokir.

“While don't disturb the President, he's busy. If there is something urgent tell me or Mr. Bambang.” said Bokir, glance glance at the door painted with wood chocolate.

Santi turned to the door of the President's room a moment later he nodded. “Good, Sir.”

Once again Bokir looked at the President's room while holding his head. ‘I am grateful, from my slander at that time, you guys really wik-wik... Hopefully soon after Damar and little Wulan.'

••

This wet sweat is increasingly not felt, both of them follow the flow where passion will take it. And to a point of ending the climax which becomes the determination. Now there has been an inevitable battle.

Wulan collapsed on top of Damar's body, with roaring breath, buzzing due to the frenzied heat tinkering.

Gently Damar hugged and showered his wife's face with a kiss. “Thank you, Nawulku.”

Unable to reply with Wulan's words just nodded in Damar's warm embrace. And a moment later his gaze stared at the clock that kept moving crawling up. Wulan. “We should get ready soon, there is an important meeting this afternoon.”

Damar smiled knot. “Good.” with one hand, Damar carried Wulan to clean himself in the bathroom in his office.

•

Damar and Wulan walked out of the room, half wet, both walking to the elevator, waiting for a moment for the elevator to open and enter the elevator.

The staff on the fourth floor were astonished, seeing the rikma of Damar and Wulan being half wet, as well as changing clothes. Make the staff wonder and begin to grapple with various questions and noisy whispers.

“What in the office room Mas Damar leaked well?” said a staff named Yeti.

Alfin nodded. “Iya times well, maybe, right outside was raining terribly.”

Suddenly the voice of Mr. Bambang spread the whispers of neighbors. “Eheemm... expected back to work.”

In an instant all the staff who were gossiping broke up, and resumed their work.

••

At 14:34 local time. Now Damar and Wulan have been on the way to the Borobudur hotel which is a meeting with someone who will cooperate. With Bokir who drives the car at medium speed.

Bokir stared at Damar from the glass on the wheel. “Are you not tired Mar?”

Damar frowned. “Capek, What is it?”

Bokir is getting worse, with an amused chuckle. “Ah, already! Forget.”

Wulan also looked at Bokir from the back side. He felt awkward with Bokir's question. “Nevent need to sign..”

“Haha... know only Lan, if now my job, in addition to being your husband's driver, I am also a mistress!” bokir replied, chuckling jaim.

Wulan poked her lips. “Ck, please! Kan from the past indeed your life likes ninyir.”

Damar looked at Wulan, briefly seeing Bokir. “Emang Yes, Kang Bokir a hypnotist?”

Wulan leaned her head on Damar's shoulder, “Why should you ask, Kang Cimar? Of course, the Bokir is a nyinyir and likes to gossip.”

“Haha..where is yah!” denying Bokir, he still focused his gaze forward.

“Tell me...” replied Wulan in the end, to end the debate.

Thirty minutes later, Bokir's car arrived in front of the hotel where he met with his business partner Damar. As usual, Damar and Wulan went down first, and went straight to the hotel lobby, where both were welcomed by the hotel guards.

To further deliver Damar and Wulan to the room that is made a meeting for business people. The door opened wide, revealing several people who had gathered in the room.

“Good afternoon Mr. Albert, Ms. Mega, Mr. Setya and Ms. Hanan.” greet Damar, to the middle-aged man, and several other business people.

“Good afternoon also Mas Damar,” replied someone Damar called Mr. Albert.

Damar shook hands with some of his business associates. For the next to discuss the issue of cooperation that will be in the midst of entering the market of globalization of the business world.

“I'm quite satisfied with your product, Mas Damar. In addition to prioritizing the quality of materials, you also arrange a relatively affordable price for the middle and lower society.” said a beautiful woman, paras models.

Damar smiled kindly. “Thank you for your concern Miss Hanan, I am very flattered.”

“Then, about your cilok production, has Mas Damar prepared a new variant? I think with some additional toping will make the product in the interest of pelangan.” said Mr. Setya.

“We will try, Mr. Setya, we are looking for information about the flavor variants that are in the interest of the community, in addition to topping nuts and chili sauce.” concluded Damar.

“I will wait for the new plan.” Hanan said, winking her eyes at Damar.

Hanan's blink of an eye, noticed by Wulan. He crumpled his own hands under the wide round table. He glanced at Damar, and saw Damar smiling kindly at the woman with the blonde rikma who was sitting at a distance of three people from Damar.

“Yes, Miss Hanan. Thank you,” replied Damar briefly.

“Then, how about the cooperation that will end soon. Will you extend the validity period?” ask Damar to the point to Mr. Setya.

“Sure, sure. I think with this cooperation, we are equally profitable,” replied Mr. Setya. “And I am very sorry for someone who used to refuse to cooperate with you, Mas Damar,” continued Mr. Setya.

“Pak Bahar,” said Mr. Setya. “Didn't you ever come all the way to west Java, to do cooperation, but with his arrogant Pak Bahar refused?” tukas Mr. Setya.

Damar smiled knot. “At the time of rejection, all I thought about was, how to distinguish the average person from a successful person was his way of thinking. How to respond to a problem and how to solve it.”

Mr. Setya and some of the people in the meeting room nodded in agreement.

“I salute you with your realistic way of thinking, Mas Damar.” said Bu Mega.

“I also heard, Mas Damar opened a business opportunity for MSME business?” ask Mr. Albert.

Damar nodded thinly. “Iya, I think with that business opportunity, can help neutralize people who get a PHK and bulk breakup from a company.”

“A persistent young man, like Mas Damar would be very lucky if he had a very understanding woman,” Hanan said, while biting his lower lip slowly. There is a sense of interest in Damar.

“I'm just trying hard, Miss Hanan. The rest besides God, there was a woman who weighed me down.” Damar said.

Two hours of discussion about the cooperation that will be released soon for next month has been agreed.

In the hotel lobby, Hanan Ganesha actually met Damar personally. “Mas Damar!”

Damar and Wulan who were walking together stopped their steps, when they heard someone calling for Damar.

Hanan and a manager approached Damar, and only glanced at Wulan. She smiled very sweetly. “If any time, can I meet you again Mas Damar?”

Wulan and Damar looked at each other, and looked back at Hanan.

“Will I ask my wife first,” replied Damar short ples solid.

Hanan blinked his eyes. “I-wife?” said stammering.

Damar nodded. “Yah, wife. My secretary is my own wife.”

Degh's... Hanan looked at Wulan, disappointed at her interest.

“Then excuse me, Miss Hanan.” said Damar, then took Wulan's hand and left the hotel.

••

In the course of twilight time, which is overcast. Wulan saw a drizzling rain that still flushed part of Bantul City, raindrops that were investing in car glass. She let out a long sigh, imagining that she could not always accompany her husband's days, especially now that actors are more widespread. Wulan understood the term, (You will not enter, if the host does not open the door)

But... But. still. The higher the position and income of a man, surely one day will be tempted and acted. Wulan again sighed.

Damar looked at Wulan from behind, he saw his wife was daydreaming staring at every drop of rain that soaked the window of the car. He stretched out his hand to touch his wife's back. “What's up?”

Wulan turned her face. He stared meaningfully, staring at a pair of eyeballs that looked very reassuring. ‘My feeling is afraid, if one day you will turn.’ Wulan's mind monologues, she does not want her husband to know, that now his feelings are sinking. “I want to eat meatballs,” said Wulan suddenly.

Damar rounded his eyes, his hands raised rubbing against Wulan's rikma. “Just want to eat meatballs, why daydream?” he said in a small voice. “Hemm... meatballs? Good idea.” replied Damar enthusiastically. Damar also turned his attention to Bokir.

Before Damar said, Bokir had already said. “I know, a place angkringan delicious meatballs.” Excited Bokir, excited.

“Oh yes, where? Then we go straight there Kir.” said Wulan, smiling sumringah.

Angkringan meatballs in one corner of Bantul City are quite crowded, this is Damar sitting opposite Wulan. while Bokir sitting next to Damar. Simple walk on the side of the road.

Wulan saw a group of children busking, he stood up and approached the three children.

Damar saw every movement of Wulan from a distance of five meters, he saw Wulan as if he was talking about a very serious discussion. Then, after an agreed discussion, Damar saw Wulan walking with three children between the ages of eight and nine.

“Eat as much, this Mas will pay.” said Wulan, pointing at Damar, and smiling.

Damar was surprised by his wife's proposal, the three children looked at him with a clear gaze, and a little later he chuckled. “All right.. We should celebrate the day of blessing from what we have got.”

Wulan also arranged seats for the three children of street buskers. He rushed to order meatballs.

Bokir also carried away the atmosphere. He did not expect that. His co-worker was a very cold and stiff man. However, his meeting with a young man named Damar has changed many things in himself and the attitude of a Nawang Wulan.

From a distance of three meters Damar continued to look at Wulan, in addition to paying attention to work there is one more thing that is now a habit of Damar. Namely, Noticing his wife, he smiled slightly tilting his head.

After ordering the meatballs, Wulan again sat in front of Damar, he felt awkward to have been looked at so shady from the eyes of her husband.

Damar saw the back of Wulan's hand embedded in the wedding ring on his wife's ring finger. He extended his hand to hold Wulan's hand. “You know, What does it mean to do good?”

Wulan looked at Damar. “What?”

“Making kindness means doing something for someone else. Even for people we don't know, helping others without expecting anything in return. Make this world better for others.” Bokir said, follow Damar's words.

Damar nodded his head in agreement with Bokir.

Shortly after, the meatball order came, and very fitting the weather, drizzle meatballs with fresh hot sauce, plus sauce and chili. Drinking warm tea. maknyuuusss.

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