President Cilok
122 Legendary houses

After returning from enjoying meatballs at angkringan roadside.

“Kepiye (how) is now you now, Mar?” bokir asked, on the way to Amanah food.

Damar was circulating his gaze staring at the whole street, down from every corner of the city that witnessed the journey of his life. So long thought and ignored Bokir's words, a moment later Damar replied in a flat tone. “I'm grateful,”

Bokir scrunched his forehead, looking at Damar from the glass on the wheel. “Only that?”

This time Damar shifted his attention, staring at Bokir from behind the steering wheel. “Then I have to answer it what?”

“Well, I think with what you now have, will turn you into this and that,” Bokir said, from every trace of the people Bokir has ever met, treasures can in an instant turn someone who used to be humble suddenly arrogant, pardon.

“This and that, how?” asked Wulan, glanced at Bokir and met with Damar.

The world is like watching drama, happiness and sadness. Two things that are the main problems in life. The bondo? Commonly referred to in the Indonesian dictionary as (Harta). It is something to be very proud of, and in elu-elukan for everyone! No, not just every’ even everyone. wants to live with an abundance of treasures and if you can (Tahta) at once.

Not so with Damar. Even though, he no longer bears the traveling salesman, but the simple life he chose. Damar thought, it is better to be grateful and be a person who is useful to others. But that does not mean it can also be used by others.

Understand each portion of each in the soul, if. That's the benchmark to be able to make it a valuable lesson in life, so as not to fall and be eroded in the germ of life and high prestige alone.

“Isn't Prophet Sulaiman much richer than Pharaoh Kang?” cetus Damar, I don't know why he wanted to say that.

Bokir was astonished by Damar's reply. “What does your life and the Prophet Sulaiman have to do, so why the same Pharaoh, live again him?”

“Yeah, I just want to ask that, who knows Kang Bokir tau,” Damar replied casually. “Who is richer?!” continued Damar without any guilt has made the two people who heard his speech goosebumps.

Wulan and Bokir are cleming. Not connected, with the discussion being proposed by Bokir, far from the word deviated.

“Wah, Lan. Your husband's power konselet!” chirps Bokir.

Wulan looked at Damar's face from the side, but she said nothing. She smiled wryly as she rubbed her husband's cheek gently. Later, he said with quotes he had read, a picture of the struggle of life. “The bright future is the future of the past we have lived. We can achieve success by first undergoing a long process. Even had to experience a falling wake up to grab it.”

Damar looked at his wife's two beads, welcoming her gently rubbing hands. “Thank you.”

After passing the road, the car arrived at the parking lot Amanah food.

“Mar, I go home first,” said Bokir, while giving the key to Damar.

Damar receives the key given by Bokir. “Please Kang Bokir, be careful on the road, you know yourself if the road is slippery.”

“OK!” Bokir waved his hand, then walked towards the parking lot along with the other employees who had just exited the factory production area.

Since it was getting dark, Damar and Wulan decided to go home.

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In the middle of the family room, after passing the isya time and congregational prayers. Now Damar intends to convey something to his mother as well as to his Grandpa and Grandma, something about his move to the legendary house that depicts so many memories of the time he was born and the time he was raised. Also the time when a Damar fought from scratch to pioneer his business.

“Grandfather, Damar wants to stay in the old house, along with Wulan,” Damar said, sitting with a distance of two sofas from Grandpa Bagaskara.

Grandpa Bagaskara nodded thinly, actually heavy for him to say yes. However, it seems that it has become the absolute decision of his grandson. “But with one condition.”

Damar frowned. “Terms?”

“Let your mother and Danum stay in this house, to accompany your Grandma, Damar.” concluded Grandpa Bagaskara.

Holy Mother let out a long sigh, however she thought that the age of the two parents of her late husband was already very old. Although the Holy Mother wants to re-occupy the old house. “Mother will be here, but don't forget to daily visit us, Damar, Wulan. Even though you guys are very busy,”

Wulan clasped her mother-in-law's hand feelingly. “We will visit, Mom,”

“And immediately give us a great-granddaughter, Damar. Don't you feel sorry for our age. We are snakes that can change skin at any time!” exclaimed Grandma Ayudia, looked at Wulan and turned to look at Damar in turn.

Bagaskara's grandfather, Holy Mother and Danum also chuckled at the request of Grandma Ayudia, who seemed impatient, even though they knew for themselves, the marriage of Wulan and Damar had not even been even a week.

Wulan gulped his saliva with great difficulty, how could, pregnant people be able to directly remove the ores. Doesn't take time, make it, conceive, and give birth. If you think all that takes time, but he did not give a significant response. Wulan just smiled blandly, while being impassive. ‘Hopefully as soon as possible. After all, for what to postpone, my age is also not young anymore.’

Damar chuckled small.. “Which is being worked on, Grandma. Do not forget to always pray for us, to be given the son of Soleh and Soleh.”

“Amin.” said Grandma Ayudia along with Holy Ma'am.

“If I have a nephew later, I will tell you if you call me not Pak le!” the new Cetus Danum joins, attaching both index fingers and thumbs under the chin as if thinking great.

“Om!” cetus Grandpa Bagaskara.

Danum shook his head

“Tante!” damar Chirps

“Iuh.. nehi (no)” says Danum, flicking his index finger. “Masa Aunty, I am indeed a hick!” he continued, in a letoy style. He sat next to Grandma Ayudia.

Damar and Wulan were waiting for what Danum would say. Staring with a lazy gaze, looking at his rancid style.

Suddenly Danum exclaimed in excitement, making Grandpa, and Grandma surprised. “Haaaa... I know!!”

“Astaghfirullah, Danum!!” exclaimed Grandma Ayudia, clapping the head of her grandson who was happy to be ignorant.

Danum rubbed his head, as he swept his lips. “Aih's... Ndak Mommy, ndak Granny seneng really play munchy! My betel (my head) table tennis!” his gerrick.

Damar, Wulan and Grandpa Bagaskara chuckled small, there was always Danum's behavior that made a scene. While the Holy Mother was only cleming with the attitude of her youngest son.

“You are more than just table tennis, Num!” tukas Damar, while chuckling crisply.

“Dad, chess table, guys!” cetus Danum, then said the name for the call for his nephew who has not been formed. “I want to be called by the nickname, handsome Uncle!” he continued, with his face staring at the woven bamboo ceiling.

No one said Danum, because everyone was standing up and getting ready to leave the delusional teenager in the living room.

Danum was confused, with no sound. He then lowered his attention from the woven bamboo ceiling. However, he had found that Damar and Wulan, who had walked away from him and Grandpa Bagaskara, who had pushed back in Grandma Ayudia's wheelchair, were walking towards their respective rooms. Only the Holy Mother remains. “Walah... asem tenan, I'm in cueki!!” exclaim Danum, furious.

“Le lah nice, want anything later your niece calls you, wait until your Mas have a child. It's night, there sleep.” concluded Bu Suci then moved from his seat.

“Nggeh, (yes) Bu.” Danum walked to his room.

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The next day... After breakfast Damar and Wulan, also helped the Holy Mother to clean up Wulan's belongings, for the next move to the old house. As far as feet go, home is the place to go. And that's why Damar wants to go back to his old house.

The house has been empty for months. The house that became the history and memories for the life of the family of Gusli Wijaya. Now in magic into a more neatly arranged building with natural stone that adds to the elegant natural impression.

“Move, Mar, Holy Bu?” exclaimed a man approached Damar who just got out of the car.

Damar, Wulan and Holy Mother also turned to the source of the voice.

“Iya, Kang Karso.” replied Holy Ma'am.

Kang Karno got off his bike, approached Damar, Holy Mother and Wulan.

“Iya Kang, eman-eman has been empty for a long time,” said Damar, shaking the hand of a middle-aged man who had once fought with him peddling his cilok merchandise. Even now Kang Karso works in a raw material storage company.

“It is, pity is also this house the struggle of your Father first, Mar.” replied Kang Karso. At first glance Kang Karso saw Wulan, he already knew if Damar was married, because he also became one of the witnesses of Damar and Wulan's agreement.

“Iya Kang, then I go in first,” Damar said.

Kang Karso nodded. “Yes, would you like me to help bring the goods?”

“Thank you Kang, this is an item that we brought just a little.” said Damar, while taking a quick look at the luggage.

“Then I proceed to leave for the factory, Mar.” said Kang Karso.

“Yes, Kang Karso. Later I will follow after taking care of all this.” replied Damar.

Kang Karso nodded, then said goodbye and walked towards his parked motorcycle.

Damar, Wulan and Holy Mother again walked into the courtyard of the house that had been renovated.

“Assalamualaikum..” greeting Damar when entering his house, with two bags containing his wife's clothes.

Wulan and the Holy Mother followed behind Damar, entering the renovated house. The wood that used to be weathered, has now been replaced. The door that once came off, has now been replaced with teak wood. Everything is better than before.

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