President Cilok
72 With difficulty there must be ease

At 23:25 local time, Damar just got home. Many things that make it overtime, even in the future will be more busy, also about the problem of falsification of the land. He stood in front of the house that was still in a state of decay. Unhappy with renovation repairs. He stared pushyly at the condition of his home now, closing his eyes in interspersed with a long sigh. Because he felt complaining was just useless.

This time it wasn't Bokir who drove Damar home, it was Wulan. Because the pelontos-headed man, felt stomach cramps.

Wulan did not go straight home, he stood behind Damar who was observing the house from the yard. Wulan felt pity at Damar's current state, her hands raised yet hesitated to touch Damar's shoulders. In the end, a sense of pity penetrated into his soul cavity. Wulan holds Damar's shoulders, “Together difficulties there must be ease, Damar.”

Damar mangosteen, he then turned to meet with women who some lately can always entertain him, he said, although there is no funny joke out of the lips of a woman who every day is always indifferent to anyone, including herself. ”Thank you, but I'm fine.”

“To be honest, the person who was in trouble, kept him saying, fine. That's a real liar, used to look strong! But even though his heart is screamed.” concluded Wulan with a soft voice.

Damar took Wulan's hand, and grasped it tightly, as if it was from there that he needed someone to accompany him in times like these. “You're right!” however, Damar realizes, that it could be even though Wulan is working for him. The woman he was looking at did not like her existence. “Go home, and rest.”

“You know,” said Wulan wirih while looking down then back to look at Damar with a sad gaze, “Sometimes we also need others to lean on,” Wulan was silent for a moment, and back in voice, , “I offer myself, to be your friend, no longer just your secretary.” continued Wulan wholeheartedly. Perhaps Damar's words at that time were true, that life is full of suffering, heart, and it would be a great relief to have one friend who understands and can be trusted is more than enough.

Damar smiled gently, his hands releasing in Wulan's hands. “Is it just a friend?”

Wulan whipped her lips, “Ish! It's good I offered to be your friend, not your enemy!”

“Hahaha...” kekeh Damar, while menoel-noel cheek Wulan, “Hahaha home, sorry well I can not nganter you.”

“Its okay!” exclaimed Wulan, then turned his back to Damar. Then drive a jeep.

Damar waved his hand, after Wulan left . He immediately went into the house, and cleaned himself up.

In the room Damar was laying down his body, feeling every ache that was still felt due to bogeman who was cast by paid thugs Opik. “In this room I was born, in this house I was raised. Why, no Mom and Danum it feels so empty.”

Damar took his cell phone, and immediately contacted Danum to ask about his mother's health.

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The next day, the,

Now on the way, this time it is not Bokir who drives a car. But Wulan herself, with Damar sitting at the wheel.

Not the destination company Wulan, making Damar confused by the road through Wulan. “Where are we going?” asked Damar, looking at Wulan from the side.

“To Grandpa Bagaskara's house, he wants to meet you at his house, Bokir is also already there.” replied Wulan still focusing his gaze forward, while turning the steering turn left.

“Is this about the PR that Kang Bokir said?” ask Damar, guessing.

“Betul, there is an important thing that he wants to plan.” replied Wulan, glancing at Damar at a glance. Damar no longer answered him, he then threw his gaze out in front of the car glass.

Arriving in front of a modern Joglo-style house, two guards pulled a wooden gate, the car driven by Wulan then entered the courtyard of the house is very spacious.

Damar and Wulan got out of the car, and were greeted by Grandpa Bagaskara's housemaid. “You are waiting for Mr.” said the waiter in black uniform and pointed at the pendopo next to the main house.

Damar also walked closer to the pendopo and was followed by Wulan. Damar sees Bokir also sitting among three formal-looking men and Grandpa Bagaskara, and one of them is a man in a two-star police uniform.

Grandpa Bagaskara also saw Damar had come, “Come Damar,” said Grandpa Bagaskara so Damar approached him. Damar approached Grandpa Bagaskara.

Bagaskara's grandfather then introduced the three people who became his guests, to Damar, “This introduction is Mr. Surya, Expert Staff Menkeu Bid. Tax Supervision,” said Grandpa Bagaskara appointed a middle-aged man in a formal suit. Then Grandpa Bagaskara again pointed with his palm open to the next person,“And this Mr. Seno Wibisono, he is a Notary manager, who takes care of the matter of buying and selling land,”

And turning to someone with a two-star police uniform on his shoulder, “And he is Mr. Purnawan Syailendra, he is Inspector General.”

Bagaskara's grandfather again continued to discuss taxation and falsification of land documents.

“This is evidence of violations of land administration order in the city of Surabaya covering an area of one hectare, on behalf of Kusumo.” said Pak Suryo, as the supervisor of taxation.

“Betul, and we have been looking for evidence that there is a notary who helped him to forge documents and land sale deed,” added Mr. Seno, as a notary manager.

“Sorry Sir, I interrupted the conversation.” Damar then showed other evidence, files that he had from Mr. Rudi, the person he met at the coffee shop. “Are these letters also fake?”

Mr. Seno also saw the file given by Damar, after reading and observing the signature listed is a fake signature, “True, this is fake,” said Mr. Seno, then switched to staring at Damar, and then, “You got it from where?”

“I get from a father named Rudi, he has paid 50 million, from most of the amount of 200 million offered by the notary and concerned.” explained Damar.

“Not only that Mr. Seno, after we traced the location. There is no land associated there, because it is a mosque building. And very different from the one offered by Kusumo.” said Bokir added Damar's remarks.

“Kusumo again?” sela Pak Surya, as the person who oversees taxation, “In fact, a lot of agricultural land and building land in the name of Kusumo, but none of them entered the tax list.” concluded Pak Surya.

“Then, we must act decisively. No more people who become victims.” said Mr. Purnawan, as law enforcement.

“Then, regarding the sale and purchase of land that Mr. Bagaskara talked about, one of them in Central Kalimantan province of two hectares, with a price range of 50 billion I have completed, I have completed, and it is still related to the land mafia network Kusumo, and a rowdy notary named Sucipto.” explained Mr. Seno, with a clear explanation.

Damar was surprised by the words of Mr Seno, “So, Grandpa was fooled?!”

“Not fooled Damar, Grandpa just wanted to pull the wolf out of his hiding place.” explained Grandpa Bagaskara, that he did have to let go of squandering funds just to lure land bandits, who has been hiding for a long time.

“Ten easy, Damar. I have bent one of the official members who participated in this dirty game.” concluded Mr. Purnawan. “Because of this con man, not working alone, they are in groups and spread in a number of regions in Indonesia.” he added.

For almost three hours, the serious conversation was over. With all of Grandpa Bagaskara's important guests already pocketing permission for a further search of the mafia members' land, the next step is to drag everyone involved to account for their actions.

Now in the back garden of Grandpa Bagaskara's house, Damar was looking at an elderly woman sitting in a wheelchair. He walked up to Grandma Ayudia who was looking at the roses in various colors, then knelt beside the wheelchair.

“Grandmother Ayudia,” she said softly, seeing the look on the face of Grandma Ayudia who was very fond, like the absence of passion for life, making Damar's heart feel faint in the air of his heart.

Ayudia's grandmother was still unmoved, with Damar's voice. He was still staring straight at the roses that looked very beautiful.

Damar sighed, then clasped his grandmother's old hand, still kneeling. This time he deliberately shifted his body in front of Grandma.

Ayudia's grandmother turned to look at a young man whose face was very similar to Gusli Wijaya, “Gusli.” lirih Grandma Ayudia voiced even sounding like a mutter. He raised his old hand, then gently rubbed his grandson's cheeks, the netra that a few seconds ago still looks like a blank stare, now began to glaze over.

Damar smiled, and kissed his Grandma's hand, “This is Damar Nek, Grandma's grandson.”

“Goodies?” said Grandma Ayudia, then spread her eyes to look at the entire area of the park, but she did not find the person she was looking for, “Then where is Gusli Wijaya?” asked Grandma Ayudia, despite being explained by Grandpa Bagaskara, that Gusli was gone, but the mind of Grandma Ayudia always rejected the words of her husband.

“Mr...” Damar hung his words.

Grandpa Bagaskara's voice also snatched the question of Grandma Ayudia, “Nini, Gusli Wijaya is gone, and this is the reality. How many times have I said.”

Damar looked at Grandpa Bagaskara, and turned to look at Grandma Ayudia who began to cry in silence. “Please, Damar is the replacement for Mr. Gusli, Nek.” Damar wiped away the trail of tears that drenched her grandmother's wrinkled cheeks.

“Damar, stay here, and bring your mother and sister as well. Besides your house, it hasn't been renovated yet, Grandma and Grandpa are getting older. Whenever, the death to pick us up both.” concluded Grandpa Bagaskara with his request, he realized. Treasures and thrones cannot guarantee the age of man to live forever

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