President Cilok
48 Sawang sinawang

Damar returned to the question he should have asked, for what Wulan asked him to come to the boutique. “What did you tell me to come to this boutique?”

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Wulan approached Damar and circled the man who currently only wears black trousers like never change and a bottle green shirt and sneaker shoes that are the same as he wore yesterday.

Damar felt uncomfortable getting a gaze attack from the eyes of Wulan's intrigue. It was as if he was being stripped completely by the woman who served as his secretary. Damar held both hands in front of his chest.

“When was the last time you changed clothes?”ask Wulan without further ado.

“Se-every day?” replied Damar stammered.

‘Buset is already a girl, seems again in the investigation room dah!' damar's mind is monologuing.

“It's the same pants you wore yesterday right?” accuse Wulan of his prejudice.

Damar rounded his eyes, “Enak only! The color is the same! What am I so cool about?” expostulation.

“I have a lot of black trousers, if you want to borrow, borrow!” cetus Damar's.

Woman with elegance as well as her vanity, splashing her lips, “Ogah!” cynical Wulan with spicy like bon chili level 10.

Wulan stood up straight again and called one of the male boutique clerks to make over Damar. Who is none other than Wulan's college friend while in Jakarta, “Agung, please make over my boss.”

The young employee nodded and rounded his fingers, “Oke, Mak. He's gonna be a cogan. Handsome guy.”

Damar frowned, “Bentar, how to dress me wrong?”

The boutique clerk and Wulan looked at Damar, then Wulan looked back at the boutique clerk. He immediately asked Agung to make over Damar, “Cepet, Agung. I don't have any more time. There was a meeting this afternoon.” he snapped.

“Yeelah, ketus very yeay. Never changed from before. Basic jutek!” great Cibir.

Wulan flicked her hand, “Sera Lo dah, the important boss I look not rich gini anymore.”

Damar looked at Agung and turned to look at Wulan, “Why aren't you the Nawu who made over me?” Damar blinked his eyes at Wulan.

Wulan looked at Damar with dislike, “What is Nawu?”

Damar approached Wulan, and again whispered in his ear until he touched the earrings Wulan wore, “Nawang Wulan! My dear time?”

Wulan was amused and immediately distanced herself from Damar, “Crazy crazy!” cynical Wulan.

Damar widened his smile like a sunflower. It made Wulan even more upset.

Agung with a wooden voice waving a smile to look at Damar and turned to look at Wulan. Directly get a shot from the eyes of Wulan, making Agung feel in the eye by the owl.“Ih... cringe times your eyes, Lan!” grunts Great.

Agung also avoided the gaze of the owl Wulan, and took the arm of Damar, “Mari, cogan. Follow eke. Yeay will make over eke to become rich favorite Indian artist eke, Sharukh Khan.”

When in a fairy tale woman who will be made over by a rich man. But this time it was the man who was being made over by his secretary.

Wulan waited while sorting out the men's clothes that were suitable for Damar to wear. While choosing his cellphone clothes that had been imprisoned in his bag vibrated..

He also reached into the bag and took his phone, the name ‘Kakek Bagaskara' on the screen of his cellphone monitor. Wulan also shifted the green button, “Assalammualaikum, Kek.” greetings Wulan on the phone.

Silently listening to what Grandpa Bagaskara said, “Wassalamu'alaikum. You took Damar to Mr Yas's boutique, Lan?”

Reflex Wulan nodded, “Already Cake, now Grandpa's grandson is changing clothes,”

“Hemm... Grandfather will take him to meet with business colleagues Grandpa, deliver Damar directly to the Cambodian hotel, Grandpa will wait for him there,” said Grandpa to Wulan who is still loyal to listen to anything Grandpa Bagaskara conveyed.

“Good Cake,” replied Wulan briefly.

“Grand trust Damar to you, take care of him.” Grandpa Bagaskara said, and disconnect the phone.

Wulan pulled the phone from her ear and snorted annoyedly while staring at her phone monitor screen, “Urus, emang I'm a baby sitter!”

He then threw his phone in a bag Flap bag rather rough. “How can Grandpa tell me to handle all his needs? What is she a baby? Why not hire a baby sitter!” his grunts were completely exasperated by all Grandpa Bagaskara's orders. However, for some reason he could not refuse anything Grandpa Bagaskara had ordered him.

Wulan went back to looking for clothes from the row of men's shirts hanging in the hanger. Collect clothes and vests, neutral color suits, tuxedos and various shirts for daily Damar in the office.

Someone in an eccentric clothing style approached Wulan, “Halo girls,”

Wulan gasped and turned to look at someone she already knew, and smiled kindly. “Halo also Mr Yas, how are you?” greet Wulan to the boutique owner.

“You are still beautiful girls,” praise Mr. Yas.

“Haha.. Mr. Yasin could have. Mr. Yas also still looks gallant,” Wulan praised to a man in his forties. “Dan handsome.” added Wulan.

“Alhamdulillah good sir,” replied Wulan.

“I heard you brought the grandson of a wealthy billionaire, Bagaskara Wijaya? Is she changing clothes?” ask Mr. Yasin, and walk towards the neatly hanging clothes rack.

Wulan again walked down the row of men's clothes, his fingers touching the man's shirt with calm colors. “Yes, he is changing clothes,” he replied, while pulling a long-sleeved shirt of marun color.

Mr. Yasin turned to Wulan who was observing the shirt in his hand. “Isn't she the same age as you, then why is your way of speaking so formal, girls?”

Wulan glanced at Mr. Yasin, “I only appreciate him as my boss, Mr. Yas,”

Mr. Yasin mangosteen, “Then your work as Intel how?”

Wulan shook her head, “I'm afraid to fight Dad, Mr. Yas. He is very dependent on Grandpa Bagaskara.”

“We'll, you can only pass girls!” said Mr. Yasin, feeling sorry for the life of Wulan who always had to obey his father's request. Without being given the freedom to choose his own life.

Without Wulan and Mr. Yasin knowing, Damar accidentally listened to the conversation of the two who were loud enough from behind the red curtain to change clothes.

Damar thinks Wulan's life doesn't feel in comfort. ‘What a wise saying says. Sawang Sinawang (See who is seen) sometimes I see others happy, but not necessarily the reality as I see'

“Is that the cause, she becomes a woman who is cold, also stiff?” he muttered to himself.

Agung has finished me make over and is packing some clothes that fit in the body of athletic Damar then put it in a large paper bag. “Mari Sharukh Khan Indo, you are very fond of wearing this, Wulan must be fascinated to see your appearance.” he said while poking Damar's chin.

For the umpteenth time, Damar glazed on the wide glass that was in front of him. He was bearded and felt his appearance was now very different, until stunned to stare at his reflection in the mirror.

The elongated red curtain was revealed by the hand of the Great.

Wulan and Mr. Yasin turned towards Damar and the Great. Instantly Wulan's eyes widened dumbfoundedly staring at Damar who was much different than before.

Mr. Yasin approached Damar and exclaimed happily, “Oh wow! oh my God. This is a cool oath, really cool. The prince Wijaya group Company.”

Damar responded to the praise of a man he didn't know replied to him with just a friendly smile.

Wulan was still stunned to see Damar from the neatly combed ends of her hair. Up to the toe wrapped in black Oxford shoes.

While wearing it, a black suit with a white shirt in a pair of black tie trousers made of wool-flannel matching color adds an elegant impression.

Agung approached Wulan who was still silently sculpting himself. Seeing a significant change in the appearance of Damar. “Where Lan, Boss Lo is handsome right? What do I say, he's handsome like Sharukh Khan?”

Wulan realized that she had been quieting herself for a long time. He turned his gaze to look at Agung. “Regularly!” cetus Wulan's.

Damar delming heard the answer from Wulan. However, he did not think too much about this cold woman's opinion. Damar remembered something. He had seen the price bandrol for the suit he wore now, Damar estimated the price range to reach two tons of rice, not yet pants, shoes, and ties and his cool hairdo? And there are still some clothes packed by Agung.

All those prices if multiplied make Damar goose, “Wait a minute!”

Mr. Yasin, Agung and Wulan looked at Damar

“How can I pay for all these expensive clothes? I just haven't really worked?” Damar.

Mr. Yasin chuckles amusedly, “Just calm young master, the matter of this payment is very small for your Grandpa.”

“Indeed yes, must wear expensive clothes only for meetings?” ask Damar, astonished.

Mr. Yasin, the Great looked at Damar as he could hear the horses.

As for Wulan, he just stared at Damar with seriousness. It was as if he was staring at the accused of a bribery case.

It seems that Damar did not inspire the views of the people on him, who were in the boutique owned by Mr. Yas, then again asked Wulan the secretary, “Indeed, what exactly is the job of the secretary? Should he pay attention to the appearance of his Boss?”

Wulan rolled her eyes puffed with Damar's babble, as soon as possible he replied. “Not just secretary! But I'm also your baby sitter, Mister!”

“Baby sitter?” damar's murmur felt strange with Wulan's reply.

Then Wulan turned her gaze to look at Mr. Yas, and smiled kindly. “Pak Yas, Wulan go first.”

Mr. Yasin nodded, while Agung waved his hand to Wulan.

Wulan breezed towards the exit of the boutique. Leaving behind a million of the confusion that Damar was feeling. He followed the steps of his secretary.

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