President Cilok
52 Life is never out of trouble

After passing the streets..

Wulan pointed at the house he occupied now. The house that Grandpa Bagaskara dedicated to him. Not too big and have a yard that is not too broad.

Only one floor with a minimalist architectural style..

“Still.” Wulan came down from the bonfire and just left from before Damar.

Damar parked his Vespa motorbike, then followed Wulan who walked stumbling, dragging one leg. He immediately grabbed the arm of the woman who clearly looked this strong-looking.

Wulan was stunned to see his arm had been flanked by Damar's arm, “Come home, I'm fine!” sergeant Wulan was about to release his arm.

But Damar did not answer, he continued to forcefully flank Wulan's arm and tighten it more.

Forced Wulan to follow Damar's steps, towards the door, “Open!” damar's Word.

Wulan stared with a look of wonder. “Go, I can be alone.” sergeant again.

Damar sighed, then swung his left hand and knocked on the head of the extremely stubborn woman beside him.

“Auw, pain tau!” pekik Wulan reflexes holding his head that gets a tell from Damar's hand.

“Then know hurt? Quickly open!” hardik Damar and meet Wulan.

Wulan snorted annoyed at Damar's pushy attitude. He reached into his pants pocket and pulled out the key and turned the door handle.

Still holding Wulan's arm, Damar saw the living room that was not too spacious. Then he said hello and entered along with the woman he was presenting.

This time there was not a word of protest at Wulan, he followed Damar's steps to lead him to sit on the living room sofa. “Shhh..” Wulan let out a little sigh due to the growing pain in her ankle.

Damar knelt in front of Wulan, then held his feet and was about to open the shoes Wulan was wearing. Make the owner surprised, “Lo want to say what?”

“I want to see!” abugn.

“See what!” exclaimed Wulan, he had negative thoughts towards all men including Damar.

Damar took a breath and exhaled it violently. “Yes your feet! What do you want me to see? Don't protest too much! Weak woman who pretentious to be a strong woman!” lecar Damar, then a little forced to open the shoes worn by Wulan, this tough lady.

Wulan rounded her eyes hearing all the blushes Damar mentioned, “Let go of my legs! I'm not giving permission for Lo to touch it!” hardik Wulan was about to pull his leg.

Damar continued to force his will, he then flanked Wulan's legs between his arms and thighs. Damar took off his shoes and white socks, and right as he expected. Wulan's legs swell.

He looked at the woman who was looking at him with a sharp gaze, “Where is the location of the kitchen and medicinal equipment?” ask Damar.

Wulan was silent, she was silent. He really did not want to be seen as weak. Feeling that there is no answer Damar then look for the existence of the kitchen.

After discovering the existence of the kitchen he opened a kitchen utensil cabinet that there were only two dishes and three glasses, two cauldrons and other kitchen utensils. Damar then found the basin and immediately took it and filled it with cold water.

Just as he was about to turn to the living room he found the presence of a small towel in front of the bathroom and a small closet symbol p3k.

And back again to the living room, this time he saw Wulan lying on her side on the sofa. Closing his eyes with his arms. Either sleeping or holding back pain in his leg.

Damar felt sorry for Wulan's current state, the woman who had to stay alone, ‘How about she get sick?' his mind. He squatted down in front of the sofa and compressed Wulan's swollen legs.

Wulan felt cold at her feet and then wanted to get out of bed. However, it soon came to a halt when Damar said. “Shut! It will reduce swelling.”

Wulan looked at the man who was compressing his legs. He was filled with good actions Damar who kept whistling to help him, even though he was well aware that he was hard. There were no tears wetting his temple.

Along with Damar who looked at his face, staring with a sad look.

Wulan immediately realized Damar was staring at her, immediately wiping away the trail of tears that flowed without excuse. He sat down and pulled his legs which were still compressed by Damar. “Go! I'll treat it myself.” expel Wulan wirih.

Damar was surprised by Wulan's attitude as if she was the most powerful woman, it was Damar felt Wulan was showing his fragile side.

Silent...

There is only a ticking clock that shows at 21:35 local time.

Damar standing still staring at the lowered Wulan, “Dear of you, should you be tormented by your work as my secretary, you can refuse him.”

Wulan did not flinch he still lowered his head while holding his leg, “Go! And bring a paper bag that is beside the door, and from tomorrow wear formal clothes.”

Wulan was silent still lowered her face while holding her two eyeballs that seemed to heat up, hearing Damar's words, then said. “Thanks for your wise advice, Mr.”

Damar turned around and saw the paper bag containing the clothes he bought during the day. “This life is full of suffering and pain.Let us be more compassionate and tender to others.”

He said then walked towards the door and took the paper bag before actually stepping his foot out the door, he turned towards Wulan who was still lowered.

Damar came out of the house occupied by his secretary and did not forget to close the door. After arriving at the home page. He heard Wulan's sobs that sounded heartbreaking.

Inside the house, Wulan buried her face on both pedestals of her knees, her hands hugging her tightly. It was as if in this way he could search for a point of strength within his heart that was starting to crumble, rumbling shabbily.

Outside the house... Damar stared at the minimalist house with lighting from both the lights in front of the door and the left side of the terrace of the house. Turn around and head for the parked bike. Again Damar can only sigh staring at a minimalist house with a pushy gaze.

“Life is never free from problems, because problems are one of God's ways to make me a better, stronger and mature person.” he murmured softly. Hope everyone who is in trouble in this life can be patient and sincere to accept the fact that life is short if only to complain.

Then he pulled his Vespanya gas motor, leaving the courtyard of the house that Wulan occupied. “Selahlah woman, Yes Allah.” he said again interspersed with the night wind mingled with drizzle.

Not felt because all the way to think of Wulan, Damar arrived at his yard. He reached into his sling bag and took the key and then held the door handle. Still carried away, Damar opened the door a little hard, and then...

BRACKET

“Alamak!” he was shocked when the already porous door suddenly collapsed. As well as himself who was slammed on the door that was already helpless on the floor inside the living room.

“Aih's... The door why suddenly mewek!” muttered..

As a result of the sound of the door that crashed into the floor, Danum and also the Holy Mother scattered out of the room and towards the living room. Instantly surprised to find the door that had been lying helplessly on the floor with Damar resting on it.

“Astaghfirullah Nang, what are you doing this door? Already know the wood is porous but why don't you carefully open it!” exclaimed Holy Mother looking at her eldest son who only put on a horse's grin.

Damar and Danum chuckled, “Hahaha..”

Danum approached his brother, who was face down on the door, with his head turned to look at his mother. “Walah Ma-m. It is no longer a virgin this door, because of you! Hahaha...” chirped as he chuckled amusedly at the expression of the Holy Mother who looked languidly at the door that was lulled weakly in the overlap of her eldest son. “Bu.. Definitely back this door, hold Mas Damar accountable! Hahaha..” there is no end to Danum chuckles crispy.

“Hush!” hardik Bu Suci, hit the arm of his youngest son who continued to laugh out loud.

Damar instead of rising from the top of the door that he overlapped. They even lie down and turn their bodies back on their faces. “Asem! Hahahaha.”.

Damar moved to sit still above the door, then rubbed his chest that felt pain.

Danum looked at the paper bag that was scattered on the floor, then asked his brother, “Mas Damar , opo iki Mas? (What is this Mas)”

Damar stood up while shaking his clothes, “Work clothes,”

“Have a chat later! Now take care of this door!” exclaimed Holy Mother stopped the chatter that her two sons would continue.

Damar lifted the door lying down and put it again on the wooden frame that has no door, “Num, slide the sofa Num!” exclaimed Damar asked that Danum shift the sofa worn living room to be made as a holding door.

With all his strength Danum push sofa, “Bu, help napa? I am already a rich foreman just look at it!” gerutu Danum saw his mother who only put her hands in front of his chest.

Holy Ma'am delming, “Who's knocking down, who's in charge!” The Holy Mother turned her body and headed towards her room. He always taught his children to take responsibility when they both make mistakes.

“Lah, Mom. This is not Danum's fault,” cried Danum.

“Hey, Magnum. Cepetan!” exclaim Damar.

Danum again pushed the sofa to the door to be made as a door retainer. “Udah, done!” exclaim Damar.

Danum felt that something was lacking in the living room. And remember something, “Walah.. Motor Mas!” danum shouted with a high voice.

Damar reflexes ticking his eel. “Alamak!”

Be both Brother and this sister should shift the sofa and the door again.

From inside the room, Holy Mother shook her head. With the behavior of his two sons who sometimes behave silly.

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