President Cilok
31 Chocolate melted
Inside the sedan car driven by Bokir, at a moderate speed. Bokir was a little able to breathe a sigh of relief, for the second time Damar ambushed him.
"I have to be even more careful, same Damar. The young man apparently can not be considered fooling around!” bokir Gumam.
While Wulan who sat next to him was silent, and spread his gaze facing the glass netranya through the speed of the car that crossed the city and passed through the trees lined along the road.
With the illumination of the yellow lights of the road decorator. Wulan subconsciously raised her right hand, touched her own lips, and slithered in heart,
‘Why it tastes so soft, like eating a keck cake with melted chocolate topping lumeran.'
Bokir who was still focused on the streets at a glance turned to look at a colleague who was much younger than him three years, intending to mocked Wulan, "Gimana Lan, did his kiss earlier shake your faith?”
Bokir's voice stifled his daydream, and realized that his hands were touching his lips and reviewed the smile that somehow signified what? Wulan herself did not expect it either.
"Ekhmmm...” as relaxed as possible, Wulan justifies her seat by slightly upholding her back.
Not getting an answer, making Bokir frown. And again said, "No need to be ashamed of Lan, I also feel pleasure every day when I first kissed my ex-boyfriend who is now my wife,”
Wulan glanced at Bokir, in her heart humming a lie,
‘Enjoyment? Who would feel good with a kiss as bad as that young man!'
"Gue didn't feel anything! It was just an accident!” rebuttal Wulan as flat as possible answer the question Bokir, a coworker who has been incorporated in the agency eight months.
Bokir raised one eyebrow, he,
"Well! Though I think from her kiss, you can see something that you might consider love? You can't possibly marry a woman?”
Accuse Bokir with prejudice because during working together with women who look very cold and not talk much, seem haughty to men who like it, he said, and once blatantly rejected the boss who likes this woman who is too close.
Wulan threw her gaze through the dark glass of the car, the raindrops began to wet part of the road and the body of the car. Wulan touched the raindrop from behind the glass. Wulan used to respond to Bokir's babble.
Not only from Bokir who accused him with the words that Wulan lesbian. Of his co-workers who tried to approach him were now reluctant to get to know him more deeply. Not that Wulan justified the words of the men who tried to approach her.
But there is a feeling that he must take care of.
And about Love? Yes, Love!. In fact, for 17 years Wulan only loved one person. That is his childhood friend who until now he is looking for never met a bright spot.
"Lan?” exclaimed Bokir, finding Wulan just quietly busy with his mind.
The woman with this shoulder rikma also turned a glance towards Bokir who was still busy with his wheel. And looking straight ahead again, he was reluctant to continue back Bokir's question.
Wulan prefers to switch the conversation, although it seems stiff, "How many months is it now that Lo is pregnant?”
Wulan's successful question made Bokir frown, "Why is my wife, Lan? Don't-don't after my wife gave birth..” Bokir's speech floating. With determination he said along with his accusations, "You don't intend to target my wife, do you, Lan?” bokir looked at Wulan.
"Lo think I'm more?” cynical Wulan.
Bokir just shrugged his shoulders indifferently, Wulan was getting furious at his colleague's attitude.
Wulan rolled her eyeballs, lazy with Bokir's accusations. He punched Bokir's shoulder to make the owner surprised and pressed the horn button with an elongated rhythm..
BEEEEEEP...
Bokir lost control of the steering wheel, but he was still lucky Wulan with the speed of his hand Wulan can handle the steering wheel of the car and not fatal. Because from the opposite direction the car is speeding and reckless.
Bokir closed his eyes, and a few seconds later he opened his net and caught Wulan smiling knots staring out the windshield.
"Snack!” bokir Cibir.
Wulan could see from the tail of her eyes that Bokir was looking at her, with a strange look. He glanced sharply like an arrow, making Bokir cringe.
"Hold!” hardik Wulan, requesting that Bokir take control of the steering wheel. Because he does not feel comfortable driving a car from the side.
Quickly, Bokir took control of the steering wheel. Wulan who initially leaned her body towards the steering wheel of the car is now pulling away and sitting back by leaning on the car seat. "Woven!” muttered.
Bokir poked his lips, looking at Wulan's often arrogant attitude.
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Half hour time interval is exactly at 21:05 wib. Damar glanced at the alroji on his wrist,
"Kemaleman will go home, I should have another job, in the restaurant Mr. Budi.” murmured, he also stared at the door of the house. Damar saw the lighting of the living room was dark.he felt his mother also Danum was asleep.
As always, each ba'da isya Damar will work part-time until one night. But at this time, he felt free if he had to fulfill his work call.
Damar walked up to the door and took the key in his sling bag, and held the door handle and opened the side door immediately. Which is specially designed to put the carts down.
Damar returned to his cilok cart which he still parked in the yard of the house. He then pushed her into the house through the side door he had originally opened,
Quickly after entering the house, he closed the door again. Seeing the middle lights that are still on makes him speculate that his mother or maybe his sister is still awake.
Damar said hello, "Assalamualaikum,”
And sure enough as he thought, replied his mother's greeting sounding faint. "Wa'alaikumussalam.”
Damar walked up to the Holy Mother who was reading a book, sitting on the worn-out sofa in the middle room. Damar stretched out his hand and welcomed Holy Mother. Then Damar put it in the middle between his forehead.
After Damar shook the hand of the Holy Mother, he took off his sling bag, and sat not far from his mother.
"Mother isn't asleep?”
Holy Mother looked at her eldest son and developed a smile, "How can Mother fall asleep Nang, while Mother's eldest son has not yet returned,”
Damar smiled, and remembered what he was going to tell his mother about the cooperation he was going to do with one of the food companies.
Damar reached into his sash bag which he held on his thigh, and showed the business card and money he earned from the sale of the cilok to the Holy Mother. Look at him and say,
"Mu this money from the sale,”
The Holy Mother extended her hand, stroking the black rikma of her eldest son. He knew very well Damar was a very devoted child, "Save for your savings Nang, you need more than Mom,”
Damar shook his head, he felt very fond of his mother. As a result of the diabetes that it suffers from. Makes the Holy Mother thinner and her face more beautiful,
"The room works for Mom and also the cost of education Danum, so there is no harm if Damar gives the money that Damar gets for Mom,”
The Holy Mother smiled gently and shook her head thinly, "Calm down.your money yesterday is still there Mother keeps, this money you keep yourself. You say, you want to save for a rental place to trade so as not to go around again?”
"The room is not so rent shop Bu,”
Holy Mother's eyebrows clinging to each other in mimicry her face revealed an astonished expression. "Why? Will you say for yourself if you want to rent a shop or place of business?”
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