President Cilok
03 _Persatting.03•

Look at everything behind even if we are slandered, angry, and insulted. But there is a reason for God to bring us closer to good people.

Always positive thinking

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Until someone's voice resuscitates his daydream.

“Mar, hey Damar!”

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Damar stopped his steps, and looked back, just where his mother had called him.

“Where are you going, Mar?” ask Mother.

Damar looks dimmer, he then turned the direction of his cart towards the yard of the house, a very simple house is also not too big. “Why can Damar mengelewatin own house ya Bu?” damar asked back. It made the mother wonder about her eldest son.

Mother saw her eldest son's forehead hurt, she,

“You why Mar?” ask the Holy Mother, the name of the mother of Damar.

“Oh this was hit by Bu,” Damar replied, he entered the house, and was followed by Holy Mother.

“Kok can you hit until rich gini anyway Mar?” asked the Holy Mother in panic.

Damar sits on a worn-out sofa in the living room. The Holy Mother then walked towards the small cupboard not far from the living room, then took the medicine box.

The Holy Mother then returned to the guest room, and sat down next to Damar.

“This is just a small wound Bu,” Damar replied

The Holy Mother then treated the deep scratches, and attached sterile gauze and adhesive.

“Still Bu,” says Damar.

Finished already Holy Mother treat a scratch on his son's forehead, he then moved to go to the kitchen. But before that, he turned around,

“Mar, you don't eat?” ask the holy mother to her son, who has been quiet ever since.

Still reflected in Juna's words. Damar took his cell phone which still inhabited his sling bag in front of his chest.

Damar glimpsed at his mother who was standing in the doorway of the middle room room. “Let's eat Mam, Damar is still full,” he replied, and returned to focus staring at the screen of his phone monitor.

“Ya already, later anterin cilok have Miss Romlah. He ordered a lecture at his home.” said Holy Ma'am.

“Iya Bu.” says Damar. His fingers began to surf on the keyboard of his phone.

📱 Rat, I want to see you,” Damar wrote and sent it via wawa.

Damar was very focused on staring at the screen of his cellphone monitor that was still on, waiting for a response from the lover. Until he did not notice the sound of greeting in the doorway. “Assalamualaikum,”

The voice of teenage boys is getting closer to Damar. And peek at Damar's phone still on with a photo of a beautiful girl on the screen of the phone monitor held by Damar. “Ihiwwwwwwww.. cie cie.., why did Mas Damar photo Mbak Ratna at seein mulu,” ledeknya.

Damar soon realized his teenage sister who was still wearing a white-gray school uniform, he turned off the screen of his cellphone monitor,

“When are you home?” ask Damar to his brother.

Danum then sat next to his brother who was in the midst of turmoil,

“Newly enter home,” says Danum.

“Keep why not greetings?” ask Damar who did not hear the greetings from his sister.

Danum also embraces the shoulders of his brother, “Mas, Mas Damar if you miss Ratna, meet him Mas. Rather than keep thinking of him until he doesn't hear people greetings,”

Damar looked at Danum who started to move from his seat,

“I want to shower akh,” said Danum, he walked to his room, not long out carrying a towel.

While Damar he also wanted to take a bath, and true also what his sister said. He will meet Ratna, the one who is in control of his mind.

“Eits, Mas mu shower first.” said Damar road ahead of Danum who was standing in front of the bathroom door.

“Astaghfirullah.” exclaimed Danum, with the behavior of his Brother.

While waiting for his brother to take a bath, Danum washed his hands and helped the Holy Mother who was kneading the pegs. “Let Danum help Bu,” said Danum who is already sitting in the kitchen chair.

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For fifteen minutes already, Damar was standing in my bathroom. Finally came out with a towel wrapped around his waist. Feeling refreshed and re-energized, to make all the plans.

Danum glanced at his brother

“Smile,” Damar said to his sister who was about to enter the bathroom.

“Mas beef jerky!” cibir Danum's.

The Holy Mother could only shake her head, looking at her two sons who were always like anj*ng and a cat when it came to fighting.

Go back to the room and change into clothes that look neat, long-sleeved black t-shirts. And long jeans make it look cool, it's like a model, not black leather is not white, either, the athletic body supports him to refute the opinion of people that he is a trader and a man with a very simple life.

Almost all the work he did for the needs of his family, Damar was never ashamed of the odd jobs he thought were realistic, the most important for him was still within reach of the halallan toyiban.

Out of the room, he saw a cell phone lying on the middle room table. Damar turned on his phone screen, but for more than an hour, the message he sent to his girlfriend did not get a reply. Put the phone back on the table.

Damar walked to the kitchen to take the order of Ms. Romlah, looking at the grooming of her neat child, making Holy Ma'am fill her mind with various questions, “Where are you going Damar?”

Damar who had been standing near the dining table was staring at his mother, “Nganterin cilok who had said,”

“Why are you so neat, if you just want to take a peek at the house of Ms. Romlah, as long as Ms. Mom Romlah does not have a daughter,” explained Holy Mother, considering that one of her loyal customers does not have a daughter.

“Uhm... Damar wants to meet Ratna, Mom,” Damar said.

Holy Ma'am seemed to sigh, “Hhhhh..” he stopped the activity of his hand that was making a circle of starch kanji dough.

“Mom told you, Son, wake up from your dream,” added Bu Suci.

Damar sat in a chair next to his mother.

“The room no longer sleeps Mom, obviously Damar sitting next to Mom,” replied Damar about to tease the woman who had given birth to him.

“Don't joke Nang! Serious mother.” Pungkas Ibu called his eldest son ‘Nang.

Damar can only smile wryly, “Ehm.. indeed why the same Ratna Bu, I do not like if Ratna became Mother's daughter-in-law?” damar asked, already far away thinking about his relationship with Ratna, although he was still secretly in love with Ratna's parents.

“Le cah good, with anyone later you drop a choice. Mother will give Mother's blessing, and Mother will always consider Mother's daughter-in-law like Mother's own child, but why should Ratna, the son of the Landlords, she is not comparable to our lives Nak!” obviously Mother, warn Damar.

Damar looked down softly, “But Damar and Ratna do not see our differences Bu,” said Damar lirih.

The Holy Mother again could only sigh, but,

“Think Mother's words, not wrong with people who fall in love, not wrong with your choice to choose Ratna but did Ranta's parents know about your relationship?” asked the Holy Mother, explaining about her son's relationship that was known to’nya that his son did not get blessing.

Of course the secret, he got from his youngest son. Damar is shocked by what his mother has said, knowing that he is dating without the blessing of Ratna's wealthy parents.

“Where did I know?” asked Damar, just then the bathroom door became one with a spacious kitchen room, making Damar throw a sweet gaze to his sister.

Feeling a sharp glare attack from his brother, made Danum swallow his saliva like swallowing kedondong fruit seeds. “Why Mas?” ask Danum.

“Already, do not blame Danum,” said Mother, so that there is no commotion between the two sons.

Danum also confirmed the words of his mother, “Ber tuh Bu.”

“Go no!” sergeant Damar while swinging the kitchen knife up. Make Danum shudder in horror and dart away from the kitchen.

“That's crazy Mas Damar Bu, help your handsome son..!!!” danum's screams sauntered away from the kitchen while holding his towel.

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By riding his Vespanya motorcycle which he bought from the results of his labor, even though used.

Before he went to Ratna's house, Damar first delivered the order to the house of Miss Romlah. Damar down the streets of Malioboro and through shops and white pal monuments. Twenty-five minutes had Damar stopped in front of a large house.

The house of the land owner, and also the owner of PT Jaya Gemilang is engaged in industry. Damar seemed hesitant to press the bell beside the fence made of iron trellis. Even his voice seemed to be stuck in his throat to call his girlfriend.

Damar recalled that three months ago, when he came to Ratna's old mansion for the first time, he met Ratna's father. Ratna's father thought that Damar was a plumber who would fix the waterways in his home.

However, when Damar explains he is Ratna's boyfriend, very gallantly. Not a good welcome from both of Ratna's parents.

Damar was examined various questions-the question of Mr. Kusumo's name from Ratna's father.

“What is your job? Where do your parents live? How many college graduates are you?

All the series of questions Mr. Kusumo made Damar shrink his guts, but Damar did not want to lie. He answered honestly all the questions that Mr. Kusumo posed to him.

“I'm just a sneak trader, sometimes I become a shoemaker and whatever work I'll do most importantly halal, my father dies, and my mother is just a housewife, I'm a, as well as I live in a simple house.”

“Hey the kisser! Don't I have a daughter-in-law like you!” telak Pak Kusumo reluctantly insulted, and opposed his daughter's relationship with poor youth plus orphans.

“Ratna, do you know where this poor guy is? Are you blind Na! He is different from us. You want to tarnish our family's good name?” cerca Pak Kusumo delicately looked at his youngest son from the three brothers.

“But Pi, Damar is a good man, Damar who has saved Ratna. As Ratna was about to drown on the beach, Pi,” explained Ratna, who was sitting on a magnificent chair.

While Damar was left by Mr. Kusumo still standing, like an anj*ng wild abject. Ms. Ana, Mr. Kusumo's wife also saw Damar with a contemptible look.

“Don't he just want to use you Ratna, after knowing you are a rich boy,” cynical Bu Ana said words that made Damar lift his face that was originally bowed.

Without fear, Damar looked at Bu Ana.

“I'm not that kind of person Ma'am,” Damar argued.

“Don't call me Mom, I'm not your mom, nor your brother!” cibir Bu Ana's.

Ms. Ana poked her lips, she again sneered Damar, “Heleh, where can poor youth like you, have no evil intentions with my son, or maybe you use Ratna right?” accuse Ms. Ana, increasingly cruel, like a sharp dagger.

Damar shook his head strongly, “Astaghfirullah, my parents did not teach you such a designation,”

“Fuck! With all your sayings,” jolted Bu Ana, ruthless.

“Mami!” sela Ratna, he set his breath that seemed to sting, his vision began to blur.

“Ratna! Unusual you will fight the words of your parents Na, Papi believes this is due to the influence of this poor man,” accuses Mr. Kusumo, thinking Damar has had a bad impact on his youngest daughter.

“Ngak Pi's. Precisely as long as Ratna knew Damar, Damar always taught Ratna about goodness and religion, Pi,” argued Ratna, because indeed what his Papi accused was not like that.

“Quite Ratna!” jolt Pak Kusumo, with a high tone of voice.

Making Damar, Ratna was also his own wife dumbfounded.

“Hey commoner, before security guards dragged you out forcibly. Mending you got shy, gih go!” push Bu Ana away, shaking her hand, it's like driving away a fly.

Slowly Damar went from a very magnificent house, ornamental lights hanging in the middle of a large living room.

“Damaaaaaaar...” cried Ratna calling the young man who had saved her one year ago. But also not chasing Damar, between love and debt makes Ratna a dilemma, with real feelings for Damar.

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Seriate....

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