President Cilok
04 'Third Orangutan 04•

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“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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A flash of shadow three months ago made Damar shudder in horror, he returned to focus on staring at the magnificent mansion before him. Just as he was about to say hello, the person he was looking for just arrived in contact with a man who was riding a ninja motorcycle.

Ratna got off the ninja bike, too,

“Damar,” murmured softly.

Damar looked at Ratna and then turned to look at a man he knew, the man who was still sitting on the motorcycle seat his ninja opened the helmet, “How are you Mar?” ask him pleasantries.

Damar put on a flat face, though in his heart he was shocked. “Opik!” exclaim Damar.

BEEP BEEP BEEP

The sound of the car horn squealed the third eardrum of young people who were currently standing in front of the towering trellis fence.

Someone opened the windshield on the passenger side of the car,

“Opik, Ratna in!” the decree of Mr. Kusumo sent his son and prospective daughter-in-law into the house, and glanced at Damar with a look of contempt.

The security guard who heard the host's car came home was quick to push the iron trellis gate painted black.

The car driven by the driver Pak Kusumo also entered the spacious courtyard of the house, and the young man who turned out to be a friend of Damar also entered the house carrying his motorcycle.

“Sorry yes Mar, I go in first.” Opik said on Damar.

“Ratna!” shouted Mr. Kusumo to his daughter who was still outside the gate.

Although the weight had to leave Damar, but his footsteps and hearing could not fight the call of the Father. Ratna did not heed Damar's gaze.

Who seemed to want to take away the girl with a long rikma beautifully arranged looks very enchanting exposed to the wind, bringing the silence sniffed into the heart of Damar.

Ratna again saw Damar who was still still still glued to look at him in front of the gate that had been closed again. Still staring at Ratna until the girl he loved entered the house with wide doors.

With a heart, his mind floated. Damar turned around, the nelangsa was struck down by romance that did not get the blessing of parents, also different castes.

Damar again drove his Vespanya motorcycle through the paved road, the helmet he was wearing seemed unable to make the contents in his head feel safe. He recalled the face and the sneering smile of his playmate, Opik.

“Opik, why should you be!” muttered Damar, he did not expect it to turn out to be a third person and the man of choice Ratna's parents was his own friend.

“So the real girl I saw in front of the campus street was you Na,” muttered again.

“Truely or not you are now in a relationship with Opik, or indeed at the insistence of your parents. I can still accept it Na, because I am a poor young man, different from Opik the son of the rich, his legacy everywhere. But why do you have to make a promise, that you will be loyal to me, promise to accompany me until I succeed later. Why Na? You make me wish.” again Damar scribbled all the way, guessing.

“Why Ratnaaa!” this time Damar shouted in the middle of the traffic street waiting for the green light to replace the red light.

Another rider not far from Damar was looking at the young man who was feeling the turmoil of his heart, staring with a astonished look.

“Crazy!” muttered a biker girl who was behind him.

“Edyan!” swearing other riders.

TIN TIN TIN

The sound of the horn made Damar gasp, though,

“Jalan Mas, already green light tuh,” said the female motorcyclist, hijab pashmina who was next to Damar. The female rider passed, glancing at Damar. Makes Damar stunned.

“Woy road jirt!” shouted another driver.

“Patience! Be patient! Don't know if anyone else is heartbroken!” muttered Damar, hoping that others understood his current feelings.

Damar again pulled Vespanya's gas motor. And darted running the wheel over the black streets.

“Loro ati, nanging kudu kepiye meneh, yen kumu lueh milih wong liyo, seng sugeh. (Hurt, but what else, if you prefer someone else, who is rich.) Damar monologues in the heart, a pain, like pinching.

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In a very simple house.

Damar back berjibaku with starch kanji dough by filling it with various seasoning toppings. In order to add delicious taste of its lilok.

Although his feelings were disappointed over Ratna's actions, it was also Opik. However, he did not want to confuse his feelings with his work. His sane brain is still thinking roomy, accepting all the insults of Mr. Kusumo, perhaps also the betrayal of Ratna and Opik.

“Mas Damar, Mas Damar is good right?” asked Danum, who saw her brother was silent.

“Okay, do I look sick?” asked Damar, without looking at Danum who also helped make a circle of starch kanji to be taken by a cilok trader who became his brother's partner in complaining about the fate of finding sustenance from selling his brother's lilok.

“You're going to Ratna's house, Mar?” asked the Holy Mother, she was no longer a washing worker rubbing clothes neighbors, now she was more busy pursuing her first child's business.

“So,” said Damar, again did not look at his mother.

The mother just kept quiet, hearing the answer from her son who was quiet was more than enough to make him understand, now her eldest son was in a mood that was not okay.

“Oh so I follow my advice anyway. Piye (how) did I meet Ndak (no) with Ms Ratna?” yang Danum, a teenage boy who is more chatty than his brother.

“Meet,” again Damar just answer like that.

Danum also threw a circle of lizards as large as salak seeds towards his brother, “Mas, Mas Damar to Parangtritis yuk,” Danum invite.

Danum's call made Damar lift his face, and look at the guy with a face like Rezki Nazar. “Now?” ask Damar.

“Ya not now anyway, there are still many orders. Not yet Kang Didit want to take this cilok,” by Mother, which is indeed more and more orders coming.

“Not to mention the order oleng mu Mar,” added Mother, who called online by the name of oreng.

“Hahaha... Online Mom,” said Danum, confirming the words of Mother who laughed at her two sons.

Damar's phone vibrated in his room, but it rang to the kitchen, because it was the distance between his room and the adjacent kitchen.

“Mas, hp Mas Damaranya sound tuh,” Danum said.

Feeling no movement from Damar, make Mother this time sound, “Lift Mar, who knows it's an important phone.”

Damar also moved, removing plastic gloves covered in white flour. Then walk to his room. But when he got to the room, his cell phone stopped ringing. Damar turned on his phone monitor. Suddenly he was surprised to find the name of his cell phone caller.

“Ratna,” muttered.

TING

A notification of incoming messages via wawa, Damar quickly opened the contents of the message from Ratna.

📱I want to see you, on Parangtritis beach.’

Damar frowned, as well as smelling a smile. Somehow he seemed to forget his disappointment in the girl who had occupied the throne of his heart for the past year.

Without a second thought, Damar replied.

📱When?

Lama Damar waited for a reply from Ratna, counted ten minutes, Damar got a reply.

📱Sunday afternoon, I'm off for college.

Damar re-expands his smile, and replies to Ratna's message, with emot.

📱Oke 😉

After replying to the message, Damar returned to the kitchen to help his sister and mother, and both neighbors who helped if Damar received many orders.

The smile that Damar was emitting inevitably raised questions from the people who were in his home kitchen.

“Walahhh,.. again there are people who are kasmaran?” exclaimed Bu Jumi, a neighbor of Holy Mother who has been working together for almost five months.

“Yes, this was aja manyun bae. Exactly rich mummy!” chirps Danum.

Damar pinching his sister's head, “Aduh, Mas's sick. My cool rikma is a mess!” gerutu Danum, annoyed to get news from his brother.

“Let your mouth be guarded! Mummies, mostly see horror movies of children!” reply Damar.

Danum was annoyed with his making, he pursed his lips.

“Nevent need in the monyongin tuh lip, later add memble—nih rich gini nih, hahaha.” seloroh Damar, give an example of his lower lip which is raised, while chuckling.

“Ck. Ma'am, Mas Damar here... Always so he was, Sesel Danum made,” whine Danum complained to the Mother, hoping the Holy Mother would scold Damar when her Brother mocked.

The Holy Mother simply threw her eyes at her eldest son, and gave a smile,

“No way, I'm mad at me, because what? Mother loves this cool Mas mu, hehe.” ledek Damar, to her sister while reaching out her hand that has returned to wear plastic gloves covered in starch kanji and attach it to Danum's hair.

As a result, Danum's hair was bleached. “Hahay, yes Opa, I will not melt Opa again,” exclaimed Damar.

“Mother...... Mas Damar tuh,” panjanya Danum, asking for help to his mother.

“Home!” exclaims Holy Ma'am.

Got a reprimand from his mother, Damar also pocketed his mouth that had laughed since, “Sorry Mom,” said Damar, still with a smile.

“Basic kemayu.” cibir Damar on Danum.

“Biarin! I'll maconya if you already have a girlfriend.” reply Danum.

“Sihhh...” says Damar.

Such uproar was common, when Damar and Danum met. However, Danum always respected his brother, also Damar who always loved his only brother.

“His girlfriend, which person is Mas Damar?” mbok Mur asked.

Damar fixated with questions Mbok Mur, “Pacar Mas Damar is still here Mbok,” Danum answer questions Mbok Mur who is 50 years old.

“Wah, the Mbok late yah?” mbok Mur replied.

Bu Jumi, the holy mother, Danum and Damar were stunned to hear Mbok Mur's answer, who was a widow,

“Walah Mbok Mur, I just found out. Turns out the Mbok likes the ones in droves!” seloroh Bu Jumi's.

“Iya Mbok, Danum also did not expect, so do not have a crush on Danum ya Mbok Mur, Danum does not like the elders! Alot, hehe,” said Danum, shaking his hand and chuckling.

Got prejudice and prejudice, making Mbok Mur shook his head, “Asem tenan, Mas Damar had wanted me to introduce the same nephew of Mbok who was mondok at ORA AJI boarding school,”

“Oh pesantren whose style is Gus Miftah,” added Bu Suci.

“Well,” exclamation Mbok Mur.

Danum also smiled sumringah, “Then it makes Danum aja Mbok!”

PLUCK IT!!!

A cilok throw as big as salak seeds landed on the head of Danum, “Iki opo meneh mas (This is what's more Mas) play throw-throwing, the head of my head is a boiler pan!” grunts Danum.

“Ndon't think of women first, graduate school continue to get a good job, just can think of dating,” said Damar, always give advice to his sister.

“Nggeh (Yes) Mas, ngggeh.” Answer Danum.

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