President Cilok
O7 has not changed

Loyalty and betrayal are two sides of a choice that always tests the heart for survival or hope.

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Entering Maghrib time, Damar just returned from Parangtritis beach. Just turned off his Vespanya motor, and got off his bike when Damar was walking and was about to enter the house. He was stopped by his brother behind the door. Making Damar gasp.

“Mas Damar!” yang Danum, who has been wearing white cocoa clothes black pattern batik gloves and peci for black for prayer.

“Alamak, surprise I Num!” exclaim Damar. Seraya stroked his chest.

Danum leaned his elbows on the door frame, as if he wanted to find out where his brother had just come from? And meet with who? It smells of perfume.

Just now Danum opened his mouth together, already Damar's hand told him not to make a sound. “Sssstthhh..”.

“My chatty sister, diem bae yah. Don't like kepo.” Damar said, he also asked his sister to shift his body which was right in the middle of the entrance of the house.

Danum clucked upset at his brother's indifference who was reluctant to share stories about the continuation of his brother's relationship as well as Ratna, the teenager followed the brother to enter the room.

Until Damar had trouble to take the towel that was behind the door of the room.

“Soide no!” Damar.

Danum just shook his head, “Nah, it's azan. Sana left for mushola.” said Damar, telling his sister to mushola who was not far from his home.

“But Mas Damar is still in debt,” said Danum, pointing his index finger at the brother.

Damar looked at his sister's index finger, then parried it. “There are no debts. I'm not like you, why even you are chatty and want to know.”

“This is what's up?” ask Mom, who is wearing a white face that looks worn.

Danum and Damar turned their gazes to look at the Holy Mother who was already standing outside the room. “This is Ma'am, Mas Damar, did I just go home and ask from where? Mas Damar did not answer,” said Danum, as usual he will complain about the actions of his brother to the single mother.

“Ihhss..nih son wants to be in jitak well, basic ngadu,” exclaimed Damar, careless to see how potent Danum.

“Already.” said Mother divorced both her son who had become a teenager also mature but behavior is still the same as a child.

What power, Danum also followed the invitation of Mother to go to mushola. As for Damar, he will just clean himself and then take the water.

Spread out prayer mats. Three rakaat prayers, he performed in his room. Self-sufficiency, to the Khaliq. Praying, hoping that the life he lives will be better in the future.

All the hopes and prayers he said, hoping to find a bright spot in the next life, also about the taste that was in his heart cavity.

“Will it be true Ratna is a servant soul mate, or just a temporary layover? Servants also know it is not good to put great expectations on people, and it is not good to sow the seeds of excessive love. Raise the heart of the servant, O Lord.

In order that one day, when one of them really has to separate, there is no resentment and anger. But again the servant is only a human, give the servant instructions that the servant always goes to the path of truth and away from falsehood.” the prayer that Damar said.

After complaining about his feelings, he took the Holy Quran and recited’nya. Until Damar didn't hear Danum and I just came home from the mosque and said hello.

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After dinner, and finished all the work at home.

At exactly 20:00 pm, Damar said to work for his mother who was sitting in the middle room while enjoying a mandatory spectacle for the mothers of today's era.

“Bu, Damar leave for work first,” said Damar.

“You do not want to rest aja Nang,” said the Holy Mother, she felt sorry to see her eldest son working day and night to meet the needs of daily life.

“Let's also Damar break, but Damar ngamen first. It is good to buy gold bars, hehe.” replied Damar, while wearing socks with the symbol of Club football.

Danum who was doing her schoolwork at the study table beside the middle room chair also looked at the older brother, who was sitting next to the Holy Mother.

“I'm with Mas,” pinta Danum.

Damar turned a glance at Danum, “Emang you tomorrow do not school Num?” ask Damar.

Danum shook his head, “Why not go to school? Don't tell me you want to skip?” ask Damar guess.

“Ihhh, good. Sorry, Dorry Nela charisma yes, a Danum Mahesa the youngest son of Bu Suciati and the late Mr. Gusli, never yes. The name is truant,” clear Danum, the length is not wide.

Damar raised one eyebrow, and flicked his lips. “Iya, yes know! Why don't you go to school?”

“Tomorrow teachers will hold a coordination meeting to open opportunities for outstanding students to participate in math competitions, I heard that students or students who win will get scholarships,” explained Danum.

Mangosteen resin, “Setau Mas, your math is good. You also entered the race, right?” ask Damar.

“Insya Allah Mas, may I be chosen among the students in school,” Danum replied.

“God willing Mother's children can definitely follow the race held at school, and may you pass good light.” Said the Holy Mother, speaking up, after the soap opera she watched was changing the advertising mode.

After saying goodbye to the Holy Mother, now Damar is driving his Vespanya motorbike, with Danum who is piggybacking. After feeling that he came home not too late, Damar allowed his sister to come along.

Damar not only rely on his business in selling cilok, Damar still want to accept a makeshift job offer. As it is today. Call to sing in one of the cafes not far from Bantul.

Thirty minutes already the streets of the city he passed, now Damar and Danum have arrived at the cafe where he sought sustenance, at night. In front of the entrance of the classic-style cafe, Juna was already waiting for him.

“Mar,” said Juna, calling his best friend.

“Udah Long Jun?” ask Damar.

Juna's gaze was distracted looking at Danum, who was walking behind Damar.

“Kok Danum come, why is he not in Mar school?” ask Juna.

“Tomorrow I'm off Mas Juna,” replied Danum.

Juna looks thin mangosteen, though,

“Ya has entered.” Take Juna, to Damar and Danum. The three men who were both wearing casual clothes entered the cafe.

When entering the cafe,

Damar's gaze turned to look at Opik, the man was enjoying his drink with the company of a woman instead of Ratna. Damar intends to approach Opik, but first stopped by Juna. “Don't interfere in his affairs Mar, he's the son of the owner of this cafe, we may lose our source of sustenance tonight.” The word Juna commemorates Damar, so as not to interfere with anything done by Opik.

But Damar did not heed Juna's warning, he remembered about Ratna. Damar also approached Opik who was embracing the slender waist of a shoulder-haired woman with a very sensual.

“Opik!” exclaimed Damar, looking at Opik with a sharp gaze.

Opik who was originally having a friendly conversation with his woman also looked at the source of the voice that called out to him with a rising voice. Opik saw Damar standing by the round table in front of him.

Invisible surprised face, Opik only put on a flat face.

“You why are you here Mar?” tanya Opik, he also remembers the manager of the cafe owned by his parents will hold live music every weekend.

“Oh yes, I forgot. You want to ngamen here well, please stage over there.” continued Opik, with a mocking voice.

Angered by Opik's attitude, Damar also pulled the collar of the jacket worn by Opik, until the man was slightly raised.

“Crazy! I didn't really think, but you haven't changed!” damar Cibir.

Opik just smiled obliquely, “What is your business, meddle in my affairs. Get out of front of me!” the word rough opic.

Feeling that Damar did not also take off the fist that gripped the collar of his jacket, then Opik called the cafe security guard.

“Sugeng, Yono, kick him out of the cafe!” open to two security guards.

Sugeng and Yono also forcefully pulled Damar's arm. Instantly the uproar attracted the sympathy of the cafe visitors who witnessed Damar being dragged by force, by the two well-bodied guards.

“Lease!” sergeant Damar, to the two guards who dragged him to the cafe, to make him fall down.

“Mas Damar!” yelled Danum, and approached his brother.

“Mar!” yelled Juna, come to him.

“Aih, I told you not to interfere with the affairs of the Opik.” concluded Juna.

Damar stood up, his heart was torn apart. How can he let the woman he loves be with a man like Opik.

“Jun, anterin Danum home. Please.” pinta Damar on Juna.

“Mas Damar where are you going?” ask Danum.

“He's going where you Mar, don't macem!” juna said, again commemorating Damar, so as not to act rashly.

“I have to finish something.” concluded Damar, he also sauntered away to the parking lot of the motor.

“Hroom, hey Damar!” yelled Juna, as if it was useless.

As for Danum, he only stared at the seriousness of his older brother. Damar also left by riding his Vespa motorbike.

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