President Cilok
56 Wives and infidelity

Twilight... Your hue soothes the soul.. The word as if melted into asa.. Asa blaring creeping succum.. Orange spray painted on the expanse of the mega. set eyes staring at him.

That was the expression Damar was feeling. Standing in the parking lot of the company he is ready to fight with renewable spirit.

Stretched out his hands, face up to the expanse of the mega orange. The discordant voice of the employees who gossiped about him had been playing hot in his room like a fireball ready to scorch his identity as a man who greatly appreciated women.

However, all of those sounds were like the wind just then. Not at all disturbing the thoughts that he focused on avenging the Man who had insulted him and demeaned his Father, Gusli Wijaya.

“Bapak Gusli, Damar is ready to restore your good name that has been tarnished due to the actions of inhuman humans such as Kusumo.” murmured, no one can hear him say. Except the universe and him.

“Master!” wulan shouted from behind Damar.

Damar turned his head and looked at Wulan who had just come out of the office after meeting with several team leader staff employees.

“Your car, it's ready,” said Wulan again, pointing to a standby Damar car in the parking lot, along with Bokir who drove it.

Two staff members approached Damar and Wulan. “Sore, President, are you ready to go home?” ask an employee of a man named Tag Rama.

Damar stared and nodded Rama's question, “Iya,”

“Congratulations for your wedding and also Wulan secretary,” said one of the other staff, named tag Saliman.

Damar and Wulan looked at each other, and rounded his eyes. Then blink their eyes. Damar looked back at Saliman and Rama.

Wulan mutely did not want to take it more seriously, however he thought this was only a temporary gossip.

Damar put on a horse grin, “Ehmm. yes, thanks. Then excuse me.”

Rama and Saliman nodded, “Alright Sir, we will also go home.” Saliman said.

“Hopefully the marriage of President Damar and also secretary Wulan is lasting, because you know yourself that the secretary of Wulan is beautiful, and charming, hehe.” crisp Rama chimed in Saliman's speech.

Wulan glared at him making Rama instantly spit out his smile.

Damar was about to walk away, but before that he reminded his two staff employees not to call him as Mr. and the President. “No need to call me this formal. Just call me Damar!” he said then breezed away from the presence of two staff employees who liked to find out.

••

In the same car, Wulan is sitting in the front seat beside the steering wheel and Bokir is driving it.

Damar himself was daydreaming himself staring out the glass window of a slow-moving car.

Again Bokir was bored, prihal no one opened his voice between the three of them. Bokir turned on the song Unloading the sound of the guitar Iwan Fals echoed in the sound of the car.

♪♪♪

When love is thrown away

Don't expect justice to come

Sadness is just a spectacle

For those in the office

Wo o yes o yes o yes unloading

Wo o yes o yes o yes unloading

Damar could not hold his voice that had been a few days vacuum singing, he then likened the song that was being heard. “Patience, patience, patience and wait. That's the answer we received. Turns out we have to go down the road.Tear down the demons that stand astride!”

Damar's voice was accompanied by the voice of an Indonesian art mogul, commonly called Oi.

“Wo o yes o yes o yes unloading..” Bokir snatched the chant following the voices of Damar and Iwan false.

Bokir smiled widely and greatly enjoyed the voice that Damar was singing, he glanced at Wulan who was tumben-barbarren this time was relaxed and did not hesitate to clap.

With one hand Bokir use for him to shake like a drum on the steering wheel of a car. “Spirit, Mar! We must fight radicalism!” exclaim Bokir.

Damar mangosteen, “Of course I am the spirit of Kang Bokir. Especially with the spirit you give. Thank you for raising the flame of my soul spirit, Kang Bokir, Nawang Wulan!” reply Damar.

In the Corolla sedan car, so boisterous and excited.

“Sama-sama brother, let's just say I'm the fairy of your life Mar!” seloroh Bokir's.

While Wulan was just nodding, slowly but surely she was starting to feel comfortable with her work now. Because he feels being a secretary of Damar is full of challenges.

“Nawu, you are coming to kondangan?” ask Damar.

Wulan looked back, right where Damar was looking at her. “When?”

“You're sure Mar, would you like to come to your ex's wedding? Do you not cry jumpalitan, see the people you once loved together with others?” ask Bokir, make sure that Damar has really moved on.

Damar looked at Bokir from behind, “Haha... Strange, it wasn't Kang Bokir. I did not come alone, there was my wife and also my affair.. Hahaha.” boisterous Damar laughs indistinctly.

Wulan rounded her eyes, “Wife?”

Along with Bokir who said, “Fidelity?”

Damar again chuckled amusedly, “Iya, my wife's Wulan secretary and my usual duet friend I ngamen Siska my affair, hahaha.”.

Wulan pinched her lips, “Ck. Crazy.. anjay!”

“Hahaha... Men do have taste, Mar.” exclaimed Bokir, spirit.

“Don't forget this car later I borrow Kang,” Damar told Bokir.

Bokir laughs, “Haha.how can you say borrow Mar, this is your car. Because every time I send you, this car I always return to Mr. Bagaskara.”

“Hahh.. Mass?” Damar was surprised by what Bokir said.

Bokir nodded, then replied still with eyes that he focused on staring at the speed of the car, “Yes already, later this car let me put it in the Wulan house, let him drive. Tonight I'm going to take my wife to the night market.”

••

Damar got home, he then checked the door that collapsed last night. “Hem already fixed.”

He then went inside the house and saw his mother sitting in the middle room was igniting mosquito repellent, “Assalamualaikum,”

“Wa'alaikumussalam,” said hello to Holy Mother, Damar greeted his mother's hand.

“Bu, no longer ignite mosquito repellent, mending ignite emotions,” candanya and got a sharp shot from the eyes of his mother.

“Threadful emotions make you have a headache, oruh Nang!” jawan Bu Suci's.

“Canda Bu, Damar means that the smoke from the mosquito repellent produced is not good,” he said, then he went to the room and took a towel before he came out and collided with Danum who just came out of the kitchen.

“Ouch! Mas Damar, so nervous anyway!” exclamation Danum.

Damar shook his head, “Who is nervous, you do not use the eyes.”

“Dih, walk yes use feet, time eyes make way, it's the eyes of the heart,” reply Danum while walking towards the sofa and inching sitting.

“Eye feet, Magnum!” sahut Damar's. Before heading to the kitchen to take a shower he looked at his mother who was covering both ears, “Bu!” call Damar to the Holy Mother.

Danum nudged the arm of the Holy Mother, he gasped. “Wes omprenge budek ki Ibu ears! (It's deaf this Mother's ear!)” grouse Holy Mother.

“Who fights Mom, we are just different arguments yo toh Mas?” refute Danum and bewitched Damar.

“Bu, no longer use mosquito repellent burn, it is very dangerous for breathing. Later, if Damar has been successful with the company, Damar will renovate this house and install mosquito wire so that the mosquitoes are stubborn not on Mothers,” explained Damar at length.

Holy Mother sighed, she felt now her eldest son became more chatty than usual, “Amin, amen Nang.”

“Mas Damar, why don't we ask for a house with Grandpa? I'm sure Grandpa has a lot of money. He is the owner of a food company that is being managed by Mas Damar.” said Danum who does not know the subject of his mother's problems with his Grandfather.

Holy Ma'am and Damar stared at each other, and then looked at Danum. “It's not that easy, Num. After all, Mas does not want to enjoy the treasures that can be obtained from asking for.” concluded Damar.

“Loh kok ask, it's commonplace anyway Mas. We ask the same Father from the Father?” again Danum asked making Sacred Ma sigh rough.

“Stop Danum, I never taught you to enjoy results that are not from our own efforts.” said Bu Suci, he then stood up and headed for the kitchen.

Damar looked at his sister and shook his head. “Guilt in living life is the foundation, true happiness, Num. So, let's stop dreaming, and keep fighting. Okay?” he said he went to the bathroom.

“Yes, Allah forgive this heart, which is always wrapped in unrest.” murmured Danum, and propped up both of his chin with both palms staring at the door leading to the kitchen.

••

The night was getting late, after carrying out his duties as a Muslim, ba'da isya. Then Damar got ready with a long shirt and trousers and shoes that Wulan chose for him.

“Mas Damar where are you going?” danum asked, looking at Damar who looked cool abis with perfume scented covering.

Damar glanced at his sister sitting on the edge of the bed watching him. “Kondangan.” answered then looked at his jet black rikma by combing it neatly.

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