President Cilok
51 Your lips are bleeding

Let us for a moment reflect and pray, for our brothers who are affected by the eruption of Mount Semeru. May they be given the fortitude and strength to face the test. And those who died may Husnul khatimah. Amens. “Each people has a time limit; so when the time has come they cannot withdraw the goods for a moment and cannot (also) advance it,” (QS Al A’raf: 34)

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Ba'da isya, Damar is getting ready to meet his bandmates Street Music. “Bu Damar go first for a while, would like to meet you together,” Damar permission to his mother in his room.

After returning from the tomb and meeting Grandpa Bagaskara, the Holy Mother silenced herself in the room. “Be careful Nang, home is not too lazy,”

Danum loosened his head on the doorstep of his mother's room, “Mas Damar where are you going?” ask Danum.

Damar turned his gaze, looking at Danum who was standing beside the door. “Jagain Mom, earlier Juna phone said he wanted to meet. All of you want to talk about the band MJ,”

Danum's forehead shriveled, “Emang why the same band Mas Damar?”

Damar shook his mother's hand, and walked towards the door, “Because Mas now has a hard time dividing.”

Danum mangosteen, “Oh, so Mas Damar wants to vacuum from the band MJ,”

Damar walks into the living room, Danum is still following him. “Ya, it could be.” Damar replied while wearing shoes.

Damar snatched the motor key, “Jagain Ibu,” he said then out of the house and forwarded the motor.

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Arriving at the cafe..

Damar had not met his friends for a long time. After a few busy days at the new company he led. Tonight Damar took the time to meet with his friends at his usual cafe.

Sitting on an elongated wooden bench with a rectangular desk bulkhead in the middle between wooden benches.

Damar sat among his friends, who were already waiting for his presence.

“Mar, where has it been for almost a week?” anwar asked as he held the coffee cup in front of him.

“Tau the Damar, now very busy him!” gerutu Juna was sitting next to Anwar.

“Isn't he busy?” imam added.

Instead of answering his friend's question, Damar just lowered his head while twirling a glass filled with tea tug that lived half in front of him.

A woman with an ayu look like Ariel Tatum who is sitting right next to Damar looks very watching him, “Mar, you why?” ask her in a soft tone.

Damar only glanced at his duet friend, many things were disturbing his mind. “No pa-pa, Sis,” Damar just a short answer.

The priest, Anwar and Juna looked at Damar with strange eyes,

“If there is any story of Mar times? Than you save yourself,” said Juna, while lifting his coffee glass and then drink it.

Anwar nods Juna's words, “Bener tuh Mar, right usually also you always story?”

Damar lifted his face, looked at each of his friends and smiled knots. “Thank you, you guys are sensitive if I have a problem,”

‘But I can't, this story now.' Damar continued inwardly.

“Do you still think about Ratna's wedding?” accuse the Imam of sitting beside Juna.

Damar smiled then refuted the Imam's words, “Hehe... That's your question, Mom! Why do I think of people!”

“You're Mar, am I going to Ratna's wedding? At that time I was waiting for your phone to know Mar, but you did not call back!” Siska snorted in annoyance at Damar's indifference. Secretly he put his love to the vocalist of the band MJ. Which currently looks more cool with a white shirt, trousers slightly torn on the knees combined with sneaker shoes in white.

Damar turned his gaze which had originally been staring at the Imam, now turned to look at Siska with a fixed gaze, until Siska felt the cold heat and misbehavior.

Damar smiled and confirmed the bangs on Siska's forehead that were blown by the breeze of the night breeze. “Sorry well Sis, I was busy yesterday. Many things that I have to finish, God willing if I have time, I've metemenin you kondangan.”

Siska gets a gentle treatment from the man she likes to make her heart melt her mind more like mozzarella cheese. With nervousness Siska also replied, “Uhm... What are you busy with?”

Staring like this, making Siska more uncontrollable, he was very impressed by Damar's charm. His heart was pinched wanting to hug him tightly, reflexively holding the back of his hand holding the back of Damar's hand which was still holding the glass.

Damar glanced at his hand held by Siska's fingers. Smiling faintly and looking back at Siska, a beautiful 22-year-old woman, who became her duet friend.

Juna, Imam, and also Anwar felt like mosquitoes, the three of them looked at each other with anxiety about Damar's attitude after breaking up from Ratna, so the more charm spread to the beautiful girls he met.

“Ekheeeemmmm...” Deheman long Juna disperse Damar and also Siska.

Damar pulled his hand

While Siska clasped her own hand and placed it on the nape of her neck.

“Udah bye, make up y'all! Instead of secretly loving each other!” imam Serving Meledek Siska.

Anwar confirmed the Imam's remarks, “Hemm.. Bener tuh! You guys are both single, so there is no harm right?”

Juna flicked his finger, “Yap tuh, really. Forget ex, look to the future.”

Siska smiled shyly meow in response to the babbling of her bandmates. Ordinary women will be more baperan, he hopes Damar sensitized with the thirds of his friends, and hope his feelings are reciprocated.

Damar responded to the throbbing of his three friends just smiling knot “Juna is also single!” ablaze

‘Lagian, not my destination love!' damar continued in his mind. And spread his gaze staring around the outdoor cafe.

Instantly he rounded his eyes looking at a woman sitting alone enjoying a glass of orange juice and the dishes available at the table. “Wulan?” muttered.

“Kan, Siska likes you Mar!” exclaim Anwar. But presumably Damar menuli did not listen to Anwar's leds.

Damar did not expect to see the woman who is now his secretary, he saw Wulan was finishing her drinks and food, then moved and walked to the cashier table, then Wulan out of the cafe.

Damar was still staring straight at Wulan's departure, until Wulan got further and disappeared from view.

“I go home first guys, I forgot there is still work at home.” said Damar staring at four friends in turn.

“Walah.. Why home? Who is the vocalist? Will soon gig.” asked Anwar.

“Iya, Mar. Who will be my duet friend?” siska asked, astonished at Damar's attitude which suddenly changed direction.

Damar looked at Siska, “Sorry well beautiful, lately I have work to do. And this is important maybe in the future there should be a backup vocalist,”

“Wah.. I can't do it dong Mar! Where can be that easy,” exclaimed the Imam, not happy.

Damar replied, “Sorry, Mam. But I'll try to join you guys,”

“Ya already, is he also his work not only yanyi,” said Juna, he better understands the life and work of Damar.

“Yes, be careful Mar,” says Siska in the end.

Damar rubbed the shoulder of Siska wrapped in a jeans jacket. “Still well.”

Damar felt bad for his friends. But his job is taking up more time. “Sorry guys.”

Damar walked and headed to the parking lot where he parked his Vespa motorbike. Then down the streets that began to be empty.

But when only half on the way, he saw a woman was fighting with two thugs. Quickly, Damar stopped the speed of the motor.

“BRAK!” his Vespa motorbike he threw in the streets.

If the Vespanya motor can talk, it will definitely scream. “Anjirrt... have kids! Crumple it ah body Aki.”

BUGH

Damar beat a thug to the point of falling down on the street.

A woman who was beating one of the other thugs was stunned to find a man managed to paralyze the other thug.

“Home!” murmured, to make him off guard, the thug who has many tattoos in front of him then slapped on his natural ayu face.

PLAQUES

Wulan staggered and fell while enduring the pain in her cheek that seemed to heat up.

“Wulan!” pekik Damar saw his secretary fall down.

Damar immediately beat the thugs who threw slaps in Wulan's face by continuing to poke her blindly.

The two thugs also ran away looking for safety, while enduring the pain of the bogeman Damar.

Damar immediately approached Wulan, and set his breath that felt stung due to a fairly draining fight, “Your lips, bleed!”

Wulan sat down and rubbed the corner of her bloody lips. There was no groaning that represented the pain of the loud slap he received, as if he was used to getting wounds.

Still not moving, then he looked at Damar who joined the rest in front of him, “What are you here, Mr?”

Damar was astonished at Wulan's cold attitude that did not feel the slightest pain, even any woman would riweh despite being bitten by a red ant. He did not answer his question, instead asked back, “Nawu, you do not feel pain?”

Wulan shook his head, he stood up and ignored Damar's help. “Thank you for helping me Mr.” said Wulan.

Damar tilted his head, ‘Hemm.'

Wulan wagged her clothes, and,

“Basic thugs no morals!.” umpatnya growled, then turned around and was about to leave Damar.

A minute later, however, he remembered something. Wulan turned around and reminded Damar, “Don't forget Mr, tomorrow there will be a meeting with the staff and shareholders, also to promote the products of the company.” after saying that, tomorrow there will be a meeting with the staff and shareholders, also to promote the products of the company. after saying that, Wulan turned back and continued her steps towards the house she lived in.

Damar sighed he was still standing and looking at Wulan's back by walking with a limp leg. Damar shook his head and clucked in wonder.

Damar did not have the heart to see the state of Wulan that seemed very messy, then walked with steps and grabbed Wulan's arm until the owner jerked.

And turned to look at Damar and then turned to look at the hand of Damar clinging to his arm wrapped in Hoodie sweater.

“What do you do?” hardik Wulan with a cold tone of voice.

Without a sound Damar pulled Wulan's arm and took her to piggyback on his Vespa motorbike. “Where do you live?”

Wulan did not respond to Damar's question, making Damar angry and asked in a firm voice. “Where do you live? Can't you answer me in the usual way, were you still angry about the kiss back then?” cecar Damar's.

Wulan looked at Damar with her anger,

“Iya, I am angry, very angry, even I want to sew the lips Lo, it!” this time Wulan spoke as if she were speaking to her friend in a high tone.

Damar was astonished by Wulan's reply, He lowered his head and clenched his hands before Wulan, “I'm sorry, really at that time, I had no intention to do so. I feel guilty for you too.” said Damar mean it.

Silent...

There was only the sound of a motor passing by

“I'll take you home, now come with me. It's order!” benjuk Damar insists he is giving orders to his secretary.

Wulan took a breath and exhaled her roughly. This time he resigned and obeyed Damar's orders, his sprained legs did not allow him to walk with a distance of 100 meters to the house he occupied.

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