President Cilok
19 Anjay is

The night is getting late, suckling desolate friends. There are only a few vehicles on the streets throughout this historic city. A city that is both a local and international tourist destination.

Men also do not like it if decided suddenly, men think that they are no longer cared for and the relationship is meaningless.

Not only women, men also do not escape the name of heartbreak. Although considered stronger than women, men also feel the hard times and may be as soft as a soft dough.

The only difference is the way women and men face times of heartbreak. Dilemmas though impressed naive with what he did.

Pulling the Vespanya motor gas slowly, through the night wind. He did not cry over the departure of the former, but instead laughed crisply. Feeling stupid for what he has done, but also do not regret the separation that has happened.

"Hahahaha ...” boisterous a man laughs, laughs at him being naive just because of one woman who an hour ago became his ex-lover. The wind of the night. Riding his Vespa motorbike at medium speed.

Damar tried as hard as he could to cover up his broken heart. Yes, men can too, right? do you feel what is called a dilemma? disappointed and really feel down when new in disconnected love.

Moreover, not only break up, but also have to accept the fact that treasures in this day and age are more important.

Anjay indeed!

"Foolish are you Damaaaaaaar! acting so, obviously Ratna prefers Opik than you,” berangnya beracih yourself.

"okay! I'll prove that I can get a better girl than you, Ratna. I should also be grateful, as if I knew what you really are.”

"Hahahaha ..” again and again Damar laughs not because happy, but sometimes laugh can represent a broken heart.

"This is how it feels to break up, why can I be this sad and naive. You fuckin' Pik, damn it! You are both traitors.” umpatnya furious with all the anxiety. This is the first time Damar has known love.

"Ramaaaaar.... You're such a fool, jirt!” he shouted in the quiet streets, as loud as a fan set at number 3.

The other riders who passed by saw Damar with a stupid cry and a curse that did not curse who? Confuse. Accompanying the pace of the Damar motorbike, the king biker also said.

"Sound! It's crazy yak! Yelling at midnight?”

Damar glanced at the king biker with a noisy exhaust sound next to him, and returned to focus looking forward.

"Yes, crazya!!!” replied Damar half-screaming in the wind that blows slowly.

"Hahayy.. naive, anjirrrt!” he answered, and immediately pulled the gas and drove fast.

Damar stared straight with determination, the pain on his upper lip he did not feel.

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Not until it was finished Damar entertained the audience in the City square. He arrived at his yard at 23:15 pm. Damar hesitated to enter the house. With his messy self condition also his lips began to bruise.

The room glazed over the rearview of his motorbike, "Well what is this? If until Mom sees let alone the chatty, surely I am in a frenzy of questions continuously.” said Damar to himself.

Siskamling residents who happened to pass by were astonished by Damar's attitude which continued to reflect on the round rear view of his Vespa motorbike under the lighting of his home page. "Mar, why do you keep reading. Poor tuh glass, do not fit your face.” as well as the citizens of siskamling.

Damar gasped at the cry of the siskamling residents who numbered two people, with his mouth shut Damar turned his eyes to look at the two residents who got rations siskamling turn.

"Ahh yes this, Om Warno Pak Rusli, my lips again thrush.” replied Damar lying in a half buzzing voice because his mouth was covered with his palm.

"Oh that, why don't you just go in. You just came home with Dam?” ask Mr. Rusli.

Damar nodded, "Yes Sir,”

"Sana enter Mar,” said Warno.

Damar nodded, "Happy duty Mr. Rusli, Om Warno. I go in first,” exclaimed Damar.

"Yes sir, I remember.” Damar replied, he walked to the door. Then open it with a backup door lock that Damar always brings when he gets a work call.

Slowly Damar opened the door, so as not to make a sound from the whistle of the door that had begun to be terminated. The door is not supportive either.

Kreeeeeeek!!!

"Oh, this door will be on the yak tabok! ” Damar snort, slapping innocent door plan.

Cclek

The lights lit up instantly illuminating the originally dark living room. Damar was stunned to see his mother who woke up at half-twelve in the night. Damar dyed as if looking for lizards on the wall.

Seeing his strange child, the very sensitive Holy Mother tried to find out. What was hidden by his eldest son.

"Mar?” exclaimed Holy Mother, began to walk toward Damar who was still standing near the door while raising his face up.

Damar still refused to turn his face towards the mother. Making the Holy Mother attract a growing curiosity.

"Nang, what's wrong with you? What do you see?” holy Mother asked, looking towards Damar looking up at the wall.

Aligning himself with his son who is only as high as Damar's shoulders, he said,

"That's Bu Cicak.” said Damar.

"Leh ... ordinary house is a lot of lizards why tumben you noticed lizards at home?” asked the Holy Mother in wonder.

"Say, if the lizard whose tail is stumped runs out in the circumcision Mom! But why not call Mr mantri yah?” seloroh Damar tried to distract the Holy Mother, so as not to pay attention to her bruised face.

But the Holy Mother seems not fooled by the jokes of her son, she just focused on staring at the face of Damar. And a few seconds later Damar could no longer outwit the attention of his mother who just kept staring at him.

"Astaghfirullah, Damaaaaaaar!” exclaimed Holy Mother, with a rising voice. Seeing the state of his son who looks swollen on the upper lip.

Damar closed his eyes, he was ready with all the swear of his mother, "Why can this be Mar?

"You yeah, I told you not to mess around with punks anymore. This is how you are, when you will be like this Damaaaaaaar! Yes Allah Gusti Prince.”

"Who else are you fighting, I told you not to fight anymore! Want to be your hero! You don't pity your mother with your sister?”

"Last time you fought that punk kid two years ago. Are those punk kids still bothering you again?”

Holy Mother's row of scolding, exactly like two years ago. When Damar does not have a band and likes to cram in the crowd of red light streets, as well as any square and crowd. And there was tension between Damar and the punk kids.

"Mom, what exactly is Damar the grandson of a rich man?” damar said, suddenly saying so. However, he did not want to be seen as a broken-hearted man in front of anyone, including the mother.

"Ngawur you! Where is the origin of history.” hardik Bu Suci.

"Who knows Damar is actually a child who was dumped continuously in the same collection Mother Father,” always Damar, fantasizing himself dumped by his rich parents, who are very rich, or it could be that he is actually a granddaughter of noble droplets.

"Well-well... Piye(gimana) You are Nang. Your brain needs to be served. You don't want to admit I'm the mother who gave birth to you, or you want Mom to curse to be a frog and meet the daughter of elek(ugly)” whistle Holy Ma'am, feeling that her son is getting upset.

"Sit!” preach Holy Mother, get anxious.

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