President Cilok
27 Start cooperation

Whatever they say..

My resolve will not disappear..

My path is long..

The end line I looked at..

A song by Indonesian rapper Saykoji. Which always becomes encouraging when Damar is feeling the need for a mood booster intake to go back to continue a life full of struggle and hard work.

In the view of life, everything starts from imagination, wishful thinking and dreams. And then trying to make it happen. Damar believes in the ability of something about sustenance.

There is no such thing as a big fortune or a small fortune. Damar concluded, if his sustenance is obtained no matter how grateful it should be. Because from gratitude all difficulties will be easy.

And all forms of its provision will be even more blessed.

As with the next day, every day Damar goes through by selling cilok. This time in front of the campus street where he used to hang out.

I want it to feel like Damar can open a stall, rent a place to peddle his merchandise. In order not to go around anymore, but from the rent of his own stall, it is quite expensive.

With a rental price of 5 million a year one shop measuring 3x6 cm in the sense of very burdensome Damar. Waiting for the college kids to come home

Damar frowned, as a car stopped at the edge of the road not far from where his cilok cart was located.

A strapping man in black pants, a black shirt came down from the front seat car. Then walk towards the middle car door and open it.

A half-century man in a batik brown shirt, black trousers and glasses came out of an Alphard car that was opened by a well-built man.

Seen from the way he dressed, men with a posture not too high and a little bald on the part of his rikma. It is a classy person. With branded black shoes add to the impression of a conglomerate.

Then the man who had not looked young was approaching the Lamar cilok cart. Damar smiled awkwardly but tried to be friendly.

Not usually a person who rides a luxury car wants to stop in front of his cilok cart. Damar thinks he's just the one who wants to ask him about the address.

From a close distance of about one and a half cm, it can be concluded that the batik shirt worn by Men who may be the same age as the late Mr. Gusli, is written batik at exorbitant prices.

Damar can distinguish batik tulis and batik cap can be seen from the basic color of the batik cloth. Batik cap is usually older than the color on the stroke of the motif. While batik tulis has a younger fabric base color compared to the color on the stroke motif.

Damar always pay attention to Indonesian fabrics when passing through batik special markets in the Bantul region. Batik tulis made by hand, every motif of the fabric. At the beginning and end of each candle block with a canting there must be a larger droplet because by using the hand definitely at the beginning and at the end use greater pressure and make the scratch more firm.

Born in Jogja makes Damar understand some of the differences in the characteristics of batik tulis and batik cap. It can be said when little Damar Bu Suci once worked as a batik cloth chanting in one of the batik convection companies that were successful in his era. However, because of something the company where the Holy Mother worked went bankrupt.

"Someone can help Mister?” damar asked awkwardly, with a slight leaning of his body bowing a sign of paying respect to someone much older than him.

"No need to be this formal,” said with a little review of the smile on his lips.

Damar stood back up, and smiled knotfully.

"How much is one seed?” ask the man who looks very authoritative.

"Five hundred rupiah sir,” Damar replied.

The man also saw the boiler pot in the middle of the cart, "Can I open the lid?” her door.

Damar was a little worried, related to whether there was a move, but Damar still had to obey.

"Can I try one seed?” the door to Damar.

damar's forehead shriveled, he was astonished. There is whether, will the person he is looking at is an official of the food inspection agency.

Damar hesitated, clearly visible. But he took one skewer as big as a salak seed with a small skewer. And gave one lick in front of him,

"I-this sir,” said Damar still with lips that seem difficult to move.

The man who was wearing a batik shirt with a very authoritative motif also received a cilok from Damar. Damar felt uneasy when he saw one of the lilok seeds entering the mouth of the man in front of him.

"Is this cilok your thing?" tanyanya after tasting the lilok that is made by Damar.

Damar nodded

"I want to buy all,”, he concluded after chewing the pegs, and want to buy all Damar pegs. Making Damar blink his eyes, he really did not believe.

"Alhamdulillah, really Sir?” asked Damar to make sure, and got a nod from the slightly fat man in front of him.

Deftly Damar wrapped it with plastic the size of half a kilogram. And in total all of the wrapped pegs, there were twenty-five half-kilogram plastic packs with separate seasoning toppings.

"This is Sir,” said Damar gave a package containing a peek.

This man also flicked his finger back, Damar followed the direction of his fingers calling the sturdy man who stood behind the man who pushed all his ciloks.

Damar thinks this sturdy man is a bodyguard or could be a bodyguard? What is the difference between bodyguard and bodyguard? Don't you both take care of people who are in control?

Quickly the man who had been silent since then took the plastic that Damar gave.

The man who bought the niqab also took out a wallet giving an uncountable amount of money, making Damar goosebumps. "Sir, this is too much,” said Damar, want to return the money in the sense of more.

With his hand, this man held back the money that Damar would return to him. "It's as down payment, to start cooperation with me, young man.”

Damar was confused, he was astonished at the words of a man of the same age as his late Father. Not to underestimate his offer, but Damar just wants to know. Really what he said was really to cooperate. "Ma-you mean?” ask Damar stammering.

Then this man also issued a scrap of business card of the manufacturer's food company, and gave it to Damar. Damar accepted with trembling hands, not believing what this man had to offer.

Damar saw a business card, clearly not just any writing from a famous food factory in Nusantara.

"I will wait tomorrow at the company.” he said, then turned around and got into the car with a smile, as if reflected hope.

leaving Damar who was still fixated, silent in silence, as if getting a fresh breeze from the snowfall.

Damar stared at the passing of Alphard's car, with a slight cry, shouting,

"Thank you Mr. Bambang, thank you!.” exclaimed Damar, just found out his name from a business card given by a man who also served as a staff of a leading food company in the archipelago.

"Thank You, thank You Allah for Your sustenance. I consider this person to be an intermediate angel from You, whom You deliberately sent to give me blessings.” Damar murmured full of gratitude.

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