President Cilok
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The atmosphere of the morning is soothing, especially when the morning walk on the edge of the ripening of the beautiful green rice fields.

Bathed in the warm morning sunshine and felt the breeze blowing slowly.

“Kakanda, if our child is born we will give it what name?” ask a woman to her husband.

The husband seemed to think, then stopped his steps. He looked at the wife's stye face due to pregnancy factors, “If you yourself want to name it what? Nyimas,”

Instead of answering her husband's question, the wife was giggling amusedly hearing her husband call her Nyimas, “Kang Cilok, feel not really if your call is rich people in the kingdom?”

“Hehe yes really, sometime I will take you to Yogyakarta Palace. You have never been there,” replied the husband, then again holding his wife's hand along the edge of the rice field.

While walking around without sandals while enjoying the beautiful morning atmosphere. They both heard a teenage boy calling her.

“Mas Damar! Mbak Wulan!”

Damar and Wulan turned to look at a teenager who called him and saw him waving his hands.

“Iya Danum!” answer Damar and Wulan simultaneously.

“Mommy calls tuh, he said greens asem, sambel terasi same peyeknya fish already mateng!” exclamation Danum.

Damar and Wulan stared at each other, “Iya!” the answer.

Feeling that he had received an answer Danum returned to a simple house on the outskirts of the rice fields that were deliberately built by Damar, because the wife wanted to live in a beautiful countryside. However, Damar had to go through a long journey to get to the factory.

However, the simplicity chosen by Wulan makes the harmony of the couple who have been married for almost a year as if luxury is just a metaphor from the world of mirage.

Life is not always material. But Wulan and Damar realize that it is indeed the importance of matter to survive in a world that is increasingly expensive basic materials.

Return to the house he has occupied for approximately two months. Damar continues to hold tightly to the wife's hand, “The secretary you chose for me is very precise, she is deft and perceptive. You know what's good for me,”

Wulan looked at Damar from the side, never did her husband feel objection to what he had choice for the husband, “True?” he replied, “What exactly are you currently insinuating me, because it is not the beautiful secretary nan bohay that I choose?”

Damar turned to Wulan while menoel the tip of the nose of the wife, “I am not the type of person who likes to insinuate. If I like it say like it, if you don't like it say no,”

Well, Wulan does know that her husband does have that attitude, but she just wants to know what her husband's reaction is like. “I'm so grateful to have you,” Wulan brings her eyes to the green corners of the rice fields, “Although we don't know what kind of future we have to live in, will we still undergo a harmonious marriage or a non-logical one,”

Damar stopped his steps, “You mean non logical which how?”

Wulan stopped her steps, and stared into her bead eyes Damar, “Iya non-logical if until I or you betray the trust of each other, whether you or me? We certainly know, often divorce in the beginning because the trust has been torn by one of the couples who do not feel fit anymore,”

Damar mangosteen, he took his breath and threw it away, “Yes yes yes... I understand what you're trying to explain,” he kissed Wulan forehead, “loyalty is not a choice of dear,” Damar again kissed the wife's right cheek, the wife, “and infidelity is not something that can be taken for granted, but infidelity,” Damar hangs the sentence, “But infidelity is a disease that we should prevent, rather than treat.”

Damar brought his lips closer to Wulan's, and could almost kiss her. However, he received rejection from his wife.

“Why?” ask Damar to meet with Wulan.

Wulan rewinds her body, “We are not people who like to show off their affection, Kamar Kakanda,”

“Alright.” Damar pulled himself up and began to walk away from his wife.

Wulan saw the look on Damar's face that looked gloomy there was a little regret, he should not be firm and he should not reject the husband. Wulan caught up with Damar, and pulled Damar's arm.

Just a few steps Damar walked, his arm restrained by Wulan. Suddenly his lips felt the warmth of his lips, until the warmth spread throughout his body.

Wulan pulled herself up, she held onto both of Damar's jaws. “Do not be sulky like that again, I feel guilty and sad,”

Wulan felt very peaceful when in the arms of Damar, he always prayed in his heart. “Yes Allah, do not separate us. Although the road we have to travel is not always beautiful.”

Damar rubbed the back of his wife who always complained of feeling sore, the gestational age of the wife has indeed entered the stage of nine months, just counting weeks he can meet with his son, “Come, Mother is waiting for us.”

Wulan nodded, she unraveled her embrace. And back to walking hand in hand.

Arriving in the open kitchen behind the house, Wulan approached her mother-in-law who was carrying a plate containing fried peyek fish.

“Let Wulan help Bu,” Wulan said showing both palms.

Holy Mom smiled looking at the face and turned to look at the hand of the daughter-in-law who she had considered like her own daughter, then she gave the plate to Wulan, “Sit there Son, Mom is done,”

Wulan nodded, she walked towards the cot made of woven bamboo. Then put a plate containing peyek fish on a small table on top of a bamboo cot.

While Damar was washing his hands, and afterwards he went to where his wife and sister were.

Damar smell fried fish, “Hemm smell delicious.”

“Mother will stay here until Mbak Wulan gives birth right?” danum asked, taking a plate and chopping rice.

Holy Ma'am walked to the cot and put his homemade sambal terasi, “Iya, pity your Ma'am Le, he will be alone if your Mas leave for work,”

“Wulan is very happy if I stay here,” said Wulan happy.

Suddenly there was a car horn in front of the house. Holy Mother, Danum, Damar and Wulan stared at each other.

“Who is it?” Damar wonders.

“Let me just go ahead, and see who comes.” said Danum, then immediately shot to the front of the house.

“Grandpa Bagaskara, Grandma Ayudia!” danum shouted as he arrived in front and saw who had come to Damar's house.

Plaque!

Grandma immediately nagged her second granddaughter, “Danum, how could you leave your Grandpa and Grandma!”

Danum crengengesan while rubbing his shoulder in the clap of the Grandma, “Hehe sorry Nek, sorry Kek.” then shook the hands of two people who were already old.

Hearing Danum's screams mention Grandma Ayudia and and Grandpa Bagaskara. Holy Mother, Damar who led Wulan immediately to the front of the house.

“Grandmother Ayudia, Grandpa Bagaskara.” greet Damar sumringah. He saw a driver who had just got out of the car after parking the car.

As usual, younger people shake hands with older people. So the Holy Mother led Grandma Ayudia to go inside, now Grandma Ayudia no longer uses a wheelchair, she is healthier than before. Although they must be helped with the use of a stick.

Danum held Grandpa Bagaskara's hand.

“Pak let's go in!” damar called his Grandpa's family driver.

“Iya Mas Damar.” replied the middle-aged driver who was 46 years old.

The Damar family also gathered in the kitchen behind the house which is directly related to nature. They chat together, sometimes sound boisterous laughter when hearing Danum tell a story like a stand up comedy.

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