President Cilok
43 Butute motor

As Damar was about to walk towards his parked motorcycle, Wulan stopped his steps. “Where are you going President?”

Damar turned his head towards Wulan, and sighed rather harshly. Really he doesn't like the name, “Please, don't call me that!”

Wulan stared at Damar quite well “Why? Aren't you the President here? And I should have respected you.” said Wulan.

For a moment Damar closed his eyes, a little then looked at Wulan by squinting “Sounds like an innuendo to me!”

Wulan slightly tilted her head, examining Damar's words. “Sorry, I don't mean to insinuate you, Sir,”

“Didn't you ever call me bucin when in the square?” damar said, he still remembers clearly when he hit a woman who had been made sure the woman in the night was Wulan.

Wulan lowered her head, “It was an accident, Mr.”

Beaver mastic, “Akh.. It will be endless to argue with you!”

Wulan rounded her eyes to hear Damar's reply.

During the tension, Mr. Bambang and an assistant came out of the building. “What is this Mas Damar?” ask Mr. Bambang.

Wulan turned her gaze to the two people who had just walked out of the office building.

Damar turned to look at Mr. Bambang, “There is no Mr. Bambang, I only differ a little argument with this smart woman.” Damar explained while pointing at Wulan with his chin.

Mr. Bambang looked at Wulan and looked back at Damar, “Wulan is indeed smart, the son of a veteran Army rank general is indeed different from most women out there.” praise Mr. Bambang.

Damar was stunned to hear Mr. Bambang's explanation, if he understood Nawang Wulan was not an ordinary woman. He turned his gaze away from Mr. Bambang and looked at Wulan.

“I've also heard of Wulan who is good at archery!” said Pak Bambang's assistant chimed in.

‘Hah.. archery? It's worth the way to fight should be in the thumbs up.' seloroh Damar in his mind. Recalling when he had wrestled a muscle with Wulan.

“I think, all that does not need to be discussed here Mr. Bambang Mr. Aziz.” said Wulan. He felt no need to grow up and was hailed about his father who had died in the war and also his skill in archery.

Damar can see that Wulan is not comfortable with the conversation that Mr. Bambang and Mr. Aziz the assistant talked about.

BEEP

The sound of a Corolla sedan car horn stopped right beside Damar. Making Damar gasp. That conversation must end.

“Please Mas Damar, that your car is ready.” said Mr. Bambang.

Eyebrow Damar lifted up “Mobil?”

Wulan explained that “Kakek Bagaskara asked that Mr. Damar use this car, because the butut motorbike was supposed to go into the wreckage.”

Damar shook his head rejecting Wulan's statement that his Vespa motor “ junkyardMana could be called a wreck obviously every day I wear it!” expostulating

Bokir got out of the car and helped justify the speech Wulan “What Wulan said was true Damar, the bike was not worth using. Not every day you have to fight to push the bike when it suddenly breaks down,”

Bokir, often when Damar was still in his surveillance. Damar looks painstaking because of the motor butut that suddenly coughed while on the trip.

Damar took a deep breath and exhaled it violently. He admitted that all was true, but did not easily mention the motorcycle wreckage he bought from his labor during the sale of cilok.

“I think, with the car that has been provided will make it easier for Mas Damar to more efficiently leave for the office.”, said Mr. Bambang to speak.

“The bill is President,” said Mr. Aziz, confirming Mr. Bambang's remarks.

In order to avoid further debate, Damar decided to agree with the words of everyone who was there.

He also looked at his Vespa motorbike from a distance with a dumb heart,

“Alright, but don't throw it away. I want the bike to arrive at home.” pinta Damar.

Damar can only shake his head, he looks like an oasis surrounded by high cliffs. ‘What awe these people.' he murmured in his heart.

Bokir first walked towards the wheel. And Wulan walked towards the rear seat car door. “Please enter Sir,”

Damar raised his eyebrows, astonished at Wulan. “Should it be like this?”

Mr. Bambang saw the discomfort of Damar just looked at him with a smile and said. “Later, Mas Damar will get used to.”

Damar turned his gaze to look at Mr. Bambang, he shook his head in disagreement with the opinion of the half-century-old man who was standing not far from him.

Obviously all this is too much, calling himself you, Master, and President. Damar used to live independently, living in simplicity. Then suddenly it slowly began to change.

When Damar will open his voice..

Wulan first made a sound. “Go, Sir. It's getting darker.”

Damar could only let out a long sigh and according to like an arrow that had escaped from his bow. Damar walked up to the open car door, then turned around and said to Mr. Bambang. “I'm sorry Mr. Bambang, Mr. Aziz.”

Mr. Bambang and Mr. Aziz nodded, “Be careful Mas Damar.”

Damar nodded and got into the car swiftly Wulan closed the car door and switched to open the front seat.

However, just one leg entered the car, the action stopped when Damar opened the car glass and said, “Nawang Wulan, sit behind!” he is like the King.

Wulan looked back, and saw Damar sticking his head out of the car glass. Not only Wulan was surprised, Mr. Bambang and Mr. Aziz were amazed by the action done by Damar.

Wulan rounded her eyes to look at Damar

While Mr Bambang and Mr Aziz approached Damar, “Presdir what are you doing?” ask Mr. Aziz.

Damar looked at Mr. Aziz turned to look at Mr. Bambang and Wulan. “Ekhemm..” Damar's efforts to eliminate awkwardness. Then pull back to sit quietly. Bokir's gaze was no less surprising.

Damar looked straight ahead and returned without turning his gaze. “I just don't want to sit alone behind.”

“Heleh... mode!” cibir Bokir, wiry.

Mr. Bambang was also bearded, he looked at Wulan who was still standing in front of the front seat with the door still open. “Sit behind Mbak Wulan with Mas Damar, sit down.”

Wulan sighed violently swaying the dense forest that was on both of her noses. Grunting annoyed he walked around the car and opened the door in the back seat, then sat next to Damar who was still staring straight ahead.

Damar just glanced at Wulan from the tail his eyes silently smiled knotingly looking at the anger that the woman next to him was pendam.

Both can not be separated from the gaze of Bokir, he released the car teeth and stepped on the gas pedal. Slowly the car left the factory parking lot.

No one opened their voices throughout the journey. Bokir focused on the wheel

Wulan was busy with her thoughts

While Damar he had to explain what to his mother and also his sister. About him who now serves as President. And about Grandpa Bagaskara as well as Grandma Ayudia Sriningsih who really wanted to meet him also Danum.

“Will Mom let me and Danum see Grandma?” muttered.

Damar just hopes to willingly forgive his grandfather will bring good influence in the relationship that was not good. Although until now Grandpa Bagaskara has not been able to accept his mother as a daughter-in-law in the Wijaya family.

Because forgiveness is good, everything that comes from goodness and aims for good will lead to happiness.

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