President Cilok
37 He was crying

Make yourself like a beautiful lotus flower, even though the water below is dirty and murky.

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Mr. Bambang, Bokir and also Wulan can clearly see the anxiety illustrated by Damar's current posture and facial features.

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Damar closed his eyes deeply and took a deep breath and exhaled somewhat harshly. As soon as possible Damar conveyed something that was struggling in his mind,

"This is Mr. Bambang, I just want to get to the point straight. What did Mr Bambang mean by inviting me here? And what does this have to do with these two people who have been caught spying on me? What exactly is their relationship with you?”

Damar's series of questions, he said it was like a raper, and asked about Bokir and Wulan. However, it is not over he said some of his uneg-uneg. Mr. Bambang first interrupted his words.

"Mas Damar, I apologized earlier. I don't mean to fool you" said Mr. Bambang.

Damar shook his head, "Why do you have to apologize to me? Mr. Bambang did nothing wrong with me! Precisely Mr. Bambang has helped me by buying all my pegs yesterday,”

Damar paused his speech, he adjusted his breathing.

Mr. Bambang, Bokir and also Wulan heard Damar's speech carefully. No one interrupts

“And what does Mr Bambang mean by calling me your name? What does it mean to fool? I think I've wasted my time here, sorry Mr. Bambang.” he continued, about to step foot.

Mr. Bambang rounded his eyes, saw Damar was about to leave and stopped Damar's steps, "In the meantime, Mas Damar!”

Damar stopped stepping along with the black door opened, and revealed a person opening the door.

Mr. Bambang, Bokir, Wulan and Damar also saw an open door.

A young man dressed formally as an office wear. Get out of the room and walk and stand next to the door.

Giving way to a man who was already seen as old walking with his equally stomping stick on the floor brown wood. Just a few steps out of the room, he stopped and saw a young man wearing a navy shirt and black trousers. Observe from the tip of the foot to the tip of the head.

Damar turned his sideways body and focused on the older man he saw. With a slight tilt of the head and a bite on his lower lip,

‘Who is he, why is his face not foreign?'

Damar returned upright with a confused face.

A man dressed as batik combined with light brown trousers and minus glasses back to walk closer to Damar. And again stopped his steps, standing a distance of one and a half meters in front of Damar.

"Damar.” said.

Damar just kept quiet and nodded seeing the old man before him say his name.

The old man with his cane walked back and approached Damar. Without warning, he dropped his wand on the floor and spread out his hands and embraced Damar.

Damar turned his head, looked at Mr. Bambang, turned to look at Bokir and also Wulan and the two people who were on the same fourth floor. Not spared a young man who was still standing in front of the room with a black door.

The old man broke his arms, and looked at Damar with wet eyes. Damar frowned and blinked his eyes.

‘He's crying?'

"For a long time, Grandpa waited for you son,” said the old man to Damar.

"Just a second! Bambang sir what is it? Please don't make this puzzle game?” asked Damar, confusion as well as astonishment can not be avoided anymore. He needs an explanation to find out first what really happened.

Arrive in the room with shades of blue and white that dominate. As well as a set of black sofa with glass bulkhead to connect between other rooms in one room. And also some closet shelves are neatly arranged books and maps colorful and files that meet the closet.

Now Damar, Mr. Bambang, and old men and Bokir also Wulan sitting on a black sofa in the middle of the room expanding futsal field.

"You remember Grandpa's name? Damar, the person you helped?” asked the old man to Damar who was sitting a meter away from him.

Damar slightly tilted his head he was putting together a series of memory puzzles in his memory. Feeling unable to find the answer Damar shook his head.

The old man shook his head, astonished, "Your mother never told me about your father's family?”

Damar nodded

Again this old man closed his eyes, his net looked at Damar with glazed eyes. Then switch to staring at the koi fish painting on the wall of the room.

"Then have you heard the name Bagaskara Wijaya?”

Damar was silent and felt like he had heard that name?

Seeing Damar just silent makes the old man with minus eyes increasingly furious.

"Gusli entangled in blind love the woman did not know herself. Why could the ungodly child be willing to leave his family only to marry a night comfort woman and an orphan, Suciati!”

Hearing the curse of the old man calling the name of his late Father and also his mother made Damar immediately remember the name his mother had mentioned.

"Bagaskara Wijaya.” says Damar.

"Dad. I remember the name now, so you are named Bagaskara Wijaya who does not give blessing to Father and Mother to be together.” continued Damar with his guess.

The older man named Bagaskara Wijaya also took off his glasses and put on an elongated glass table in front of him. Returning to look at Damar pulling the wrinkled lines on his cheeks smiled at Damar.

"that's all? What do women say do not know themselves about the Wijaya family?” again this old man spoke with a firm voice.

Mr. Bambang, Bokir and Wulan who were in the same room were just silent, seeing the tension that occurred. Cristal white room mixed with sea blue as if heating up. Sitting not far from Damar and also the old man who looks to be holding his anger.

"Enough!” damar said as he moved from his seat on the black sofa. And meet with old men.

"I'm not here to listen to your insults to my Mother!” pause a few seconds Damar turned to look at Mr. Bambang who seemed surprised by this tension.

"Sir Bambang, would you please explain it to me? What does all this mean?” ask Damar.

"I'm sorry Mas Damar, Mr. Bagaskara Wijaya asked me, so you are willing to come here, and he also proposed cooperation with you.” obviously Mr. Bambang expressed what his intention and purpose was.

Damar mangosteen thin, "I'm sorry Mr. Bambang, I am not willing to do this cooperation.” said Damar he turned and stepped foot towards the door.

"Grandpa hasn't finished talking Damar!” hardik old man and call himself Grandpa to his grandson who only twice he met.

Damar stopped his steps, and turned around. He looked straight at his grandfather. And say with firmness,

"Grandfather! Hhh... Since when did I have Grandpa who had the heart to curse with a contemptible word against the Mother who had given birth to her granddaughter. Don't you feel ashamed to have admitted you're my Grandfather? Whereas in me flows blood from the woman you despise?”

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