President Cilok
45 About the past

After enjoying the dinner. Wulan also went on after Bokir, but first Wulan asked about the dark gray Corolla sedan car that now belongs to Damar.

“How about your car Mr?” ask Wulan to Damar.

Damar glared at him because he still called it that name. Wulan responded indifferently.

Holy Ma'am and Danum also felt awkward with the name that Wulan pinned to Damar.

“Master?” Danum repeated the name that his brother did not want to hear.

Wulan stared at the teenager beside Damar standing, “Iya. Now Mr. Damar is--”

Damar interrupted his words, “I told you, I will explain to Mom and my sister. Now go home, and bring the car. Quickly bring my motor home.” Damar said.

“What are you expelling me, Mister?” Wulan tried to preach perhaps.

“Pardon for what he said, Nduk.” interrupted Holy Mom

Wulan looked at the Holy Mother, and smiled knotfully. He felt shady with the sad look he was emitting. “No pa-pa Tan- uh Bu, it has become my duty as a subordinate of my President. To obey all of his sayings.”

“Halah-halah-opo meneh iki? (what else is this?)” mummy Danum.

Danum and the Holy Mother were again made dumbfounded with Wulan's words.

Bokir diverted the conversation

“Thanks Budhe, for the banquet.” says Bokir.

Still wrapped in confusion and astonishment, Holy Mother smiled and nodded.

Damar takes Bokir and Wulan to the porch. “Kang, car take aja.”

Bokir looked around the home page of the late Gusli family, and looked at Damar, “You sure Mar, your car I brought?” ask Bokir.

Damar nodded, “Iya, after all for what is here anyway there is no parking lot. What people will say. Later thought they I owe the car just for style,”

Bokir raised his eyebrows, “Loh, what styles he meant. That's your car too. You're entitled to wear,”

Damar shook his head, “No Kang, the car was not the result of my hard work. Which could be called my car. Besides I can't drive a car,”

Bokir was touched by the way Damar thought, a simple young man and did not want to be looked at excessively, although Damar already knew he was the grandson of a wealthy businessman. “Alright, later I will teach you. Or Wulan, she is also adept at driving,” bargains Bokir, and gets a nod from Damar.

Wulan widened her eyes, but she did not refuse either. After all it's his duty, “By pleasure, Mr. Damar.”

After the departure of Bokir and also Wulan. Damar went back into the house, and was stopped by his sister who asked for an explanation about the two guests of his brother.

“Mas..” Danum did not continue his words, because Damar had already asked him to be quiet.

“Later, I'll clear. But now you're taking a shower first. Because what?” damar's hand removed Danum, who was blocking his way into the house. “Because already want azan magrib.” he continued.

The Holy Mother also looked at him, but preferred silence. For azan magrib reverberated.

Damar immediately went to his room and took a towel and darted to the bathroom to clean the sweat and dirt attached to his body. For ten minutes Damar finished with his bathing activity. As usual, he would wash his clothes and hang them behind the house.

“Completed, stay ablution and prayer.” He went back to the front of the bathroom and wudhu in the water faucet in the laundry.

Finished with ablution, he passed through the kitchen, the middle room also entered his room. However, he did not see his sister and mother. He thought they were praying in the mushola.

With sprightly Damar change clothes, cocoa gloves also held prayer mats in special rooms for worship. For almost twenty minutes he finished praying and reciting, asking for guidance and help to always ease his path.

Continue with a solemn recitation of the Qur'an.

The Holy Mother who had just returned from the mosque then took off her face in the room, and went to the kitchen to prepare dinner.

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After the completion of the prayer, Damar, Danum and Bu Suci were sitting on the dining table chair. With the menu ala rate, vegetable soup, sambal and also presto milkfish.

Danum first devoured his food, indeed he could not wait to know immediately what his brother was hiding.

Damar felt he was getting a look of intimidation from his sister and mother. Who had been waiting for him to finish eating. “Quiet, I'll tell you a story. But now do the dishes first.” he said.

“Let Mother alone Nang,” says Holy Ma'am.

Damar shook his head, “This is just a small job, Ma'am,” He was moved and helped by Danum who brought the consumables to the dishwasher.

Finished with the struggle with dishes that have been arranged neatly on the plate shelf. Damar sat back down and poured water from the teapot into the glass. And sipped it with one gulp. “Alhamdulillah.” said.

“Come dong Mas, until when did Mas Damar torture my heart that had thrashed to want to know this?” Danum shook Damar's arm.

“Iya-yes. Alright.” Damar looked at his mother who was sitting right in front of him with the partition of the dining table in the middle.

And turned to look at Danum who was sitting right next to him.

“Damar met with Bagaskara's grandfather, Bu.” he said, met his mother.

Sacred Ma'am was stunned, and rounded her eyes. Then turned his gaze to look at the glass containing half the mineral water on the table.

While Danum, he did not know about who Grandpa Bagaskara just kept quiet and then asked, “Who is Bagaskara's Grandpa, Mas?”

Damar switch staring Danum, “Dad from Mr. Gusli,”

Instantly Danum was stunned, “A-ap?” reply stuttered. “Anda has Grandpa? What did Mas Damar really say? Why can't Danum know?” danum's statement became his question to his mother.

Sacred Ma'am did not budge, he did not believe that now Bagaskara Wijaya is looking for the existence of his son's small family, Gusli Wijaya. ‘Do you know that Gusli is dead. Then how did he know about Damar being his grandson?”

The mind of the Holy Mother is filled with questions and prejudices.

Damar nodded to his sister, “And the owner of the food company we discussed yesterday is his,”

“Hah! So actually the person who wants to work with Mas Damar is our own Grandpa?” Danum was surprised by the reflex of closing her mouth.

“You didn't expect, did you? I also did not know, Num.” Damar looked at Danum who still did not believe what he expressed. Pause a few seconds, He looked at his mother, “Why do you have to hide it from us?” damar continued to search for the truth that his parents had long hidden.

Still staring at the same glass, Holy Mother then moved from her seat and walked to the room to open the wardrobe and take a box as big as a shoe box and open the cover, then took an old photo.

Damar and Danum were astonished at the attitude of his mother, both of whom looked at each other. When I was about to move on and catch up with Holy Mother.

Before long the Holy Mother returned and sat on the chair she had originally sat in. Shows a photo of the tempo doeloe showing a young Grandpa Bagaskara with Grandma Ayudia and Gusli in a graduation round hat.

It is time He told about the Wijaya family to his two sons, and about the past of his parents, “It is a photo of your Father at graduation, on the right and left are your Grandpa and Grandma.”

The Holy Mother recalled her early memories of meeting Gusli. He felt that with Grandpa Bagaskara searching for his grandson's whereabouts it was time for his two sons to know. About the origins of the Wijaya family.

Damar and Danum look at the photo their mother gave them carefully.

Danum limbung just as when Damar just found out that the person who is now the owner of the King food company is his own grandfather.

Holy Ma'am looked at the furniture of the house and said without looking at her two sons, “I'm sorry Mom, I didn't mean to hide it from you guys.”

A pinch of salt sprinkled the wound back. Wounds are not bloody but purulent. Grievous pain gripping menusuki. The crying is stored in the heart. ‘Gusli, strengthen me at a time like this. Hopefully after this I can atone for my guilt, and be able to meet you again,'

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