President Cilok
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“Where is it better?” ask Damar to make sure.

Wulan nodded while flexing her legs, “Thank you.” she then wore Kitten Heels shoes and stood up, but her feet did not support to refute her body. Wulan sat back on the sofa. “Ishh.. Why else a foot?” he said he was looking at his legs, which still looked red, as a result of fighting last night with two thugs.

Damar saw it with an amused smile, “Already, if it still hurts do not wear those shoes.”

Wulan lowered her head while stomping her feet and then turned her face to see Damar who was smiling amusedly. “Continue! If you don't wear shoes, nyeker?” sergeant.

Damar walked towards the room behind the wide glass and took the flip-flops beside the place to worship. Then back again to the black sofa where Wulan was.

“Wear this.” he said, while putting flip-flops next to Wulan's feet.

Wulan glanced at the flip-flops Damar gave her and then looked at Damar who was raising his eyebrows for a second and widened his smile like a flap of sparrows wings.

“You, where can these flip flops come from?” tanya Wulan stared at the swalow-branded flip-flops again.

“Nyolong!” chirp Damar, and sit on the side back of the sofa.

Wulan looked at the lazy Damar, “Iya, your face looks aplomb, Mister!” cetus Wulan cynical.

“What is important is not helping you!” sahut Damar, and got a sharp plot from the black bead of the woman he was looking at.

“So an angry time, Damaaaaaaar! Now, you, Master, you, Master! Not very consistent!” gerutu Damar's.

Wulan delming he had no choice but to wear flip-flops given Damar. Getting off the sofa while enduring the excruciating pain in her ankle. Then walk to the door.

But he suddenly fell backward when he found several pairs of eyes and ears from the employees, like eavesdropping on the door of the room Damar.

“Arh.... What are you doing?!” hardik Wulan was furious, at once astonished.

The eavesdropping employee noticed Wulan's voice and the door opened, seeing the new secretary fall on the floor.

Damar immediately approached Wulan who had fallen on the floor. He realized that several employees were standing at the door of his room. “What are you guys, in front of my room?” Damar asked while helping Wulan stand up.

Seeing with his swiftness Damar helped the new secretary. The employees assumed that the new President and their new secretary were indeed married.

“Uhmm... Ta-d. There are investors from Singapore who want to meet with the President.”, one of the employees told Damar.

After helping Wulan stand up straight, Damar looked back at the several pairs of employee eyes that were staring at him strangely. “Terus, where is he now?” ask Damar.

“She was being invited around the company by Pak Bokir, because it was anu-anu Presdir.... anu...” was always a female employee in her 30s.

Damar frowned, “Anu what?”

“Anu-- that President is wikwik with secretary Wulan.” said one of the male employees who are the same age as Damar.

Damar and Wulan looked at each other, then looked back at the loyal employees standing at the door of his room.

“How to talk you guys weird! What Anu-anu is wikwik! Wik hair means?” sergeant Damar was astonished. “Keep why are you still in front of my door? Anything else you want to say?” ask Damar.

Some of the five employees were awkward, three of them left, “We excuse the President.”

“Keep you?” this time Wulan who asked the two people who were still standing in front of the door of the room Damar while holding the map they closed in front of the chest.

“Oh, I want you to sign this map President,” said one of the female employees and held out a map in front of Damar.

“Let me check it first, before the President signs it. Let's come to my room,” said Wulan and walk by stumbling first and followed by the two employees who served on the second floor.

After Wulan and the two women left from the front of his room. Damar went back into the room and resumed his work to check all the documents that came in.

Following in Wulan's footsteps, the two women seemed to be watching the new secretary from behind,

“Eh Win, their action is very hot times yak? Until the feet of secretary Wulan so the way, hobbled,” whispers of women who really like the news booming.

“Hish.. really ngeres you Win already married, his mind so?” sergeant Manda.

The whispers of the two women behind him greatly disturbed his ears. Wulan then stopped and turned around to look at the two women who were not much different in age with him. “What whispers are you guys? Rumors well, for dong. I also want.”

The two women immediately pursed their lips and shook their heads.

Wulan looked at the two women who looked very strange, with a probing look. He turned around and returned to his feet to his own room.

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While when Damar was checking the door documents was knocked from the outside. “Log in!” yelled Damar with a slightly loud voice.

Bokir opened the door and gave way to a man of his age with slightly narrow eyes and his three aides entered the room Damar. Damar stood up and welcomed the introduction of himself and a foreign investor.

“Welcome Mr. Cristian, My name is Damar Mangkulangit,” amiable Damar and shake hands the man who will cooperate with the company he manages. “Mari please sit. Thank you for visiting this company that I manage.”

Damar invited Cristian and his three aides to sit on the black sofa.

The foreign investor replied. “Ya, equally.. despite having to buy time, Mr. Damar,” he said with fluency in Indonesian.

“I'm sorry Sir, I'm really sorry, this will not happen again. I do not promise but I will try to keep the time, sorry because I have wasted your precious time, Mr. Cristian,” concluded Damar assured the prospective investor.

A Singaporean man smiled. Recalling as he heard a voice that was like des*han from within the room of his business partner, “How is your passion Sir? You look very young and mature, just deserve you do it wherever it is okay, hahaha.” always pay attention to Damar from the tip of the foot to the tip of the head.

Damar smiled broadly, though he did not know what foreign investors were saying before him. He answered with energetic language. “Oh, thank you Mr. Cristian, I am indeed in high energy. Maybe because of the influence of traditional herbal medicine that I drank this morning.”

Bokir raised his eyebrows in wonder, “Aih... herbal medicine?” scream loud.

Cristian and his three aides and Damar looked at Bokir who was putting on a look of confusion.

“You!” exclaimed one of Cristian's aides.

“Iya jamu, jamu it's a typical Indonesian spice drink.” sahut one of the other aides.

“Well that's right,” exclaims Damar.

Cristian also recalled the words of Bokir who said Damar was a newlywed, who said,

“Congratulations on your wedding, Mr. Damar.”

Damar was surprised to hear Cristian's words, “A-what's the wedding. For...” his speech stopped when his foot was stepped on by Bokir.

Damar reflexively turned his gaze to look at Bokir who was blinking his eyes, a sign he was giving Damar a secret code.

In the end Damar nodded and smiled wryly. ‘Opo iki? (What is this?) How married? My girlfriend doesn't have it!' in the heart. “Thank you Mr. Cristian,” he said with astonishment that he himself did not know.

They then continued to talk about cooperation that will soon be carried out starting next month.

••

After an hour, Cristian left Damar's room. Bokir did not take the responsibility to immediately search Damar with questions that had long tickled his tongue to find out about what had happened between Wulan and Damar while in the office room.

“Actually what are you doing in this room. Can't ya y'all hold fit again at home?” cecar Bokir with questions he wants to know.

Damar wonder at Bokir question, “Apaan? I don't do anything with Wulan.” the argument.

“Keep why are you moaning and sighing? Wulan feelings are not easily subdued by men?” accuse Bokir, making Damar more astonished.

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