President Cilok
29 Kissing foreign women

After the Maghrib Wulan prayer folded the face he borrowed from the mosque and walked to the terrace of the mosque, not accidentally seeing Damar was putting money in the charity box.

Instantly stunned him, he stared at the donation made by someone he was watching over the past few months.

"What kind of man is he? hard move on, bucin acute. Stupid again.” his mind.

"May be a charity, amin.” murmured Damar.

"Amin.” Wulan was surprised to find her own voice floating on the surface of her vocal cords.

When I pray the Damar prayer. He spontaneously widened his eyes, closing his mouth. And turned his back to Damar.

"That's stupid of lu Lan!” grunts to yourself.

Damar saw a woman on her back, with a slightly wavy rikma of a black-brown shoulder.

When Damar was about to approach him, there was a man with the head of a pelontos who first approached a woman he did not know.

"Heh Wulan! How do you. Come on da-ah, he saw you know!” bokir said in a whispering voice while occasionally glancing at Damar.

"Well, the real one, Kir?” ask Wulan.

In haste the two men who were being assigned by someone to spy on Damar also passed from the terrace of the mosque.

While Damar could only sigh, astonished at the behavior of the two people he did not know. Damar again continued his steps pushing his cilok cart, leaving the small mosque courtyard where he carried out his duties as a Muslim.

Walking for about an hour, Damar felt something was up. He stopped and looked back, and was seen observing people who were passing by nothing suspicious, all normal. And impressed that no one cared about his whereabouts.

A few minutes later, he focused on the streets. And through shops and housing. Although with a strange feeling because he felt that there were people who were following him.

Wulan and Bokir do disguise like people in general, seem to ignore the existence of Damar.

With eyes that are always attached, the distance is quite far from Damar. Sometimes covered by people who are both on foot.

Damar took the initiative to try to frame him, perhaps his guess was correct. That someone was following him, and Damar hoped that his prejudice would be wrong, but for what? there's a guy who's tailing a lilok trader.

Damar accidentally stopped at a rice stall, he left his cilok cart in front of the stall. Then enter the rice stalls that are not selling.

"Mar, did you drop by? Kan Emak also again go.” exclaimed someone from inside the stall.

"Suhhhhtt.” said Damar settles under the window. Then he pulled his friend's arm.

"What's the matter Mar?” asked his friend, feeling strange about Damar's attitude.

"Silent bae Jun, I feel like someone is following me.”

The night is getting late, I heard the Adzan isya now reverberating in every place of worship of Muslims. Outside the tegal warteg.

Two people were in a daze looking for the whereabouts of Damar, they looked limp. Making Damar and Juna who were peeking from the curtain gap also felt strange with the attitude of the two strangers in front of the warteg owned by Juna's mother.

"Wooh! This is Lan. How come people left their wagon here?”

Wulan shrugged her shoulders, a sign that she had also lost track of Damar. "Well, I don't know either. Where are the people, akh Lo is moaning!” hardik Wulan's.

"Eleh.. Why me?”

"Udah diem bae Lo akh.”

Damar and Juna looked at it from inside the shop, just below the window. "Who are they Mar?” ask Juna.

At first glance Damar glanced at Juna who was in hiding, "Where do I know!”

Juna also invited Damar by walking quietly through the back door. They wanted to ambush two people who were clearly deliberately following Damar.

Bokir and Wulan, both like detectives who are doing a very important task. Like being busy catching mafia bandits.

"Bokir Lo towards the left, I'm towards the right.” said Wulan, split the task, in order to search for Damar who suddenly disappeared from their sight.

Bokir's hand accidentally nudged Wulan's thigh wrapped in long jeans, "Bokir! Lu deliberately yah nyenggut my thigh!”

Bokir raised an eyebrow, "I didn't accidentally Lan!”

"Awas you if it gets repeated again, I say ama bini lu, if you still like flirtatious. Let your nutmeg hang so key chain.” hardik Wulan annoyed with the sound emphasized.

Damar came out from the right side behind the stall which was also Juna's residence, while Juna came out from the left side. Strangely, the four of them were playing a game of cats.

Wulan walked backwards, while Damar also walked backwards. Both were equally aghast when the backs of the two met, "Ahhhhhhh..” cried Wulan and Damar together.

BUGH

Damar fell to his knees, on the street because he got a kick in his stomach from Ronaldowati, uh from Wulan.

"Ouch.... Crazy really kick!” peekik Damar withstood the pain in the triple part of his body stomach, buttocks and elbows that hit hard paved roads.

While Juna managed to paralyze Bokir by using wood. "BUGH ..”

"Tuyul want to run where you are!” exclaimed Juna, holding the arm of the pelontos-headed man who had fallen down, then tied Bokir's hand to the back of his back.

Weakly hit by a blow from wood as big as an adult's thigh, Bokir softly replied, "Enak aja tuyul! Tuyul time so big gini.”

"Mar ... Mar already caught his tuyulus!” juna exclaimed, calling out to Damar who was still sitting on the asphalt.

Damar went up and saw the woman who kicked him about to run and stuck her foot in front of Wulan's feet.

"Alamaaaakkkk...” cried Wulan, his body floated and fell on top of Damar's rudimentary body standing.

BUGH

"Okay .... It hurts my back!” cry Damar, for the second time he fell on the asphalt.

To her surprise, Wulan accidentally swallowed a mint-flavored candy and passed through her throat, "Nature, my kiss candy kettleen!”

His black netra was equally resounding, stunned staring at each other with hearts pounding. Some of Wulan's dark brown rikma is deliberately scattered to cover Damar's cheeks.

"Such a girl,” Inner Damar tempted by the soothing aroma of shampoo from the rikma Wulan.

Blowing breath smelling mint can Damar feel from the gust of the woman he was looking at. At times like this Damar can remember that this woman was the one he met at the mosque during the Maghrib.

"Ekehmmm ..” deheman Juna, Disperse the daydreams of Wulan and also Damar.

But Damar anticipates immediately blocking the arms of women with rikma sebahu and wear this navy jacket, so as not to escape.

Wulan fended off Damar's hand. And another now a matter of muscle fighting. Wulan did not want to lose. Although she is a woman, but her strength cannot be taken lightly. There was a fight between Damar and Wulan,

"BUGH ..” again Wulan hit Damar's stomach, until Damar fell for the third time on the asphalt.

Damar looked at Wulan feeling pity, if he had to expend his energy as a man, what would the mosquito say later. As he said, he had to fight a woman.

"Let's! How about Mar! Losing time with girls. Akhh!” exclaimed Juna, still holding the hand of Bokir who was tied to the rope.

Bokir just looked at him with his eyes twitching, as a result of the heavy blow that Juna was throwing, hit the nape of his neck.

"Haha ... Dad!” sibir Wulan, laughed crisply. He turned around, and was about to leave Damar.

Damar smiled faintly, he felt fighting women with exertion would only make him look like a loser.

Unexpectedly and unforeseen by Wulan. Damar moved as fast as lightning and immediately pulled the nape of Wulan's neck. Then the lip meeting happened.

Under the dimness of the light of the orange lamp, which illuminates the path.

Juna was flabbergasted by Damar's bold attitude and dropped Bokir's body in his hands. Making Bokir groan to endure pain. "Rushhhh. Anjirt sick woy.”

"E-- uh, sorry bro!” juna said, without turning her gaze, looking at Damar who had already dared to kiss the foreign woman.

The streets were currently quite deserted, or else Damar and Wulan would be a spectacle.

Wulan realized Damar's bold behavior, he immediately withdrew, and threw his hand to slap Damar and looked at him angrily, "Plak ..”

Damar held onto the cheek that had been slapped from Wulan's hand with his left, and smiled grinningly.

But his right hand also did not release the grip of his hand on Wulan's arm. Damar held her back, then turned Wulan's body around and locked Wulan's hand behind his back.

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