President Cilok
74 Do not be easily confused

A clear morning, in the middle of the day cloudy, the afternoon rained. This is life, no one can predict when the rainbow will appear, because it is part of the beauty after cloudy and rainy.

After coming home from the hospital. Damar was feeling the rainwater splashing interspersed with the breeze of the slow wind. Damar felt that for a very long time he did not feel that he was living in this kind of freedom.

In the central park of Bantul city square. He asked Wulan to pull the car over.

Under the black umbrella, Wulan shook her head, seeing Damar's behavior as a child if met with rainwater. Although only sitting on wooden benches are available in some corners of the park.

Wulan again remembered the words of the Holy Mother in the hospital, and she was only able to answer, “Give Wulan time to think, to strengthen the heart, and strengthen themselves.”

The cry of Damar along with the rumbling of rainwater disperse the reverie of Wulan, “Nawang Wulan, come here. We enjoy the rain this afternoon?!” he exclaimed Damar by waving his hand towards the woman who is currently wearing casual clothes combined with a white blazer with navy long jeans.

Wulan just wagged her hands, a sign that she was a person who did not like to play in the rain. “No!”

However, Wulan's warning was ignored by Damar. Damar approaching Wulan, “Come on, this is so much fun!” then his hand grabbed the black umbrella that Wulan was holding, and threw it in any direction.

“Aaaaaa... well yeah wet right?!” his grunts, when Wulan was hit by a splash of rain water, he was very upset about this. Several times he stomped his feet on the ground that was covered with Japanese grass as a garden decorator.

“Hey, come on rain is the Grace of God, let this rain momentarily wash away our soul that is hot for this real life.” persuaded Damar, he closed his eyes and permeated every drop of rain.

Wulan looked at Damar from the side, thinking to try it, maybe this rain could quench his tired thirst for this life. Though Wulan was very well aware, that now he and Damar were the center of attention of people who were sheltering under the garden side stalls.

He let people stigmatize anything about him and Damar. Because, Wulan is aware, no one is perfect, no matter how flawed man must have the advantages given by God.

“What did my mother tell you?” asked Damar without looking at Wulan. Damar felt that as long as he invited Danum out, there was something serious about Wulan and her mother.

Wulan was silent

This time Damar looked at Wulan, “Honest, end-of-the-last as long as I know you, I feel comfortable. But I've never told my mother about you, because my feelings are still limited to the comfort of being by your side,”

Wulan blinked her eyes, she felt the expression Damar make her heartbeat faster, said ‘comfort. Is a very sensitive thing to the stimulation of the heart, “Mar, we go home yuk, my body shivers coldly. Hahaha...just look at your lips already blue rich ass pan!” with shivering lips, diverting the conversation.

Damar smiled, his guess was right. Since returning home from the hospital, Wulan had always avoided her gaze, and that was enough to prove that there was something her mother had talked to Wulan. “Big are home!” answer Damar.

Damar and Wulan walked together to a parked car, on the shoulder of the park road.

Just as Wulan was about to open the car door, he felt an extremely cold chill. Even his hands were cramping to the point of not being able to feel his own hands, this was why he did not like the rain.

Damar saw Wulan without any movement to open the door, he then approached him. “Why?”

Wulan showed her pale hands, without answering Damar's question.she then put her hands in front of her chest, and shivered violently, with paled lips.

“This is the key,” pinta Damar.

Wulan looked at Damar, doubtful. Because several times Damar failed in his car driving training that he taught.

“Trust me, this time I can definitely.” said Damar reassuring Wulan.

With compulsion Wulan also gave the key to Damar, and saw Damar open the door of the car rear seat for him.

Damar also opened the door of the steering car, and sat down and held the steering wheel, looking at the back precisely Wulan who was now lying on his side with a feeling of guilt. Damar confirmed his heart, by reading a prayer, then looked straight ahead, turned on the car engine and put the teeth and stepped on the gas pedal interspersed with stepping on the clutch pedal, the car drove slowly.

“Hacciiihhhh.

“Haacciiiiiihh..” has been the umpteenth time Wulan sneezed repeatedly.

Making Damar advance the speed of his car with a divided level of concentration, there is no other choice. “Sabar, Nawu, be patient we are almost at your house!” with trembling Damar tried to be patient to drive his car. The goal is a house in Wulan, because the distance is quite close to the square of Bantul City.

It did not take long, about fifteen minutes Damar arrived in front of a modern minimalist style house. Before getting out of the car, he turned to Wulan. The woman was already like an undead, pale stale and shivering violently with her teeth mutually authenticated.

Damar got out of the steering wheel, opened the rear car door, stretched out his hand, and grabbed Wulan who had difficulty walking. Arriving at the door, there was no movement Wulan took the key.

“Where's the key?” ask Damar.

With half his consciousness, Wulan looked at Damar. In his mind, he was too prejudiced. In any case, even though Damar looks good, but sometimes humans can do khilaf. “Ka-you ja-jang-an assortment!” wulan said full of warning, with a shivering voice.

Damar sighed, “Don't be so bad to think that your heart is not dark and your life is not miserable, said Mbah Maimoen Zoebair,”

“Haacciiiihhh.... B-but right, a lot of guys do pervert!” argue Wulan.

“Haacciiihhh..”.

“Brussia!” sergeant Wulan, with a stressed voice, but still resting his head on Damar's shoulders.

“It is dong, just give me a key wait for me to talk first!” damar pedals, interspersed with rotating door handle.

Arriving inside the house, Damar helps Wulan to sit on the sofa, “Diam bae was here, but it's up to you, this is your house, hehe. I want to make some warm tea, right?” asked Damar, after Wulan sat leaning on the sofa, Wulan nodded. Damar walked to the kitchen, but then he turned around, “You want to also not?” bargaining, and again Wulan could only nod.

This is the second time Damar entered the house occupied by his Secretary, a little confused and lucky not too difficult to find the existence of a pot on the plate rack. While waiting to boil water, Damar sought the presence of tea, but he did not find it. But he found chocolate powder in a package that can be brewed, branded bangbang.

“Boleh too, cold-cold like this chocolate, tuh girl forgets times well, tea people don't say there?!” Damar ngedumel himself. Then pour two chocolate sachets in packs into a medium cup.

The water boils, then pours it into a cup. He returned to the living room, but did not find Wulan on the sofa. ‘Maybe he's changing clothes, pity look at him with the rich form of chicks plowing trenches.'

He finally sat alone, enjoying a glass of chocolate that was still blowing steam, never seeing Wulan out of the room. Damar finally took the initiative to go home without permission.

Before actually moving, the door of the room was wide open, with Wulan who had changed clothes.

Although fascinated with Wulan who currently wears casual clothes, with long clothes and pants collage, but as much as possible Damar echoed the istighfar in the heart, so as not to fall into the valley of obedience. ‘Astaghfirullah!'

Damar lowered his gaze, not because Wulan was not dazzling, that was precisely why he wanted to keep the beauty of a woman. “It just so happens that you came out and looked okay. Last time I was worried,” Damar still down, “Emm.. I went home first, was in the kitchen I was looking for tea but nothing, I kept seeing chocolate packaging, and then I went back to the kitchen, keep you on the table,”

Wulan walked up to Damar, and sat down at the end of the sofa. “Nih, change your wet clothes, later you even hurt.”

Damar raised his face, he glanced at a glance at the paper bag that Wulan gave. He took a paper bag and saw the contents inside, “Dapet where did this guy's shirt come from? Got your girlfriend?” damar's mind drifted, soaring, he thought that Wulan was not an innocent woman.

“No need to macem-macem, he thought! I bought it because I like it, same clothes guys! Kiss the same guy new ka-” ceplos Wulan, admit that Damar was the first man to kiss her.

Damar was stunned, he immediately picked up the clothes Wulan gave him, and quickly changed clothes. Not long ago, he had changed and put his wet clothes into a paper bag.

“Still, this shirt fits really.” he said, but Wulan did not heed it.

Damar was about to sit his ass on the sofa not far from Wulan who was focusing his gaze on his laptop monitor, “What's?!” shouts Wulan, making Damar aghast.

Wulan pulls Damar's hand, “Sit here, spit!” pinta Wulan patted the empty sofa next to her. Damar complied and sat down next to Wulan.

“See, Oh My Good!” exclaimed Wulan, while pointing at the laptop monitor screen.

Damar follow Wulan's direction of view, “Oh... Oh, Allah is so excited!”

“Ish, what the hell. That's a big shock to know! Kusumo Mar, Kusumo! I'm sure tomorrow will be crowded!” exclaim Wulan again, he was more excited than Damar. It was as if Wulan was harboring thousands of grudges on the land mafia.

However, in contrast to Damar, he was more focused on seeing women who were letting their raikmanya dilated with half wet. Damar shook his head slowly, observing the natural beauty radiating from the face of the woman beside him. “Women who can be loved by true love are women who take good care of themselves.”

At a glance Wulan heard Damar's words, he turned to meet the man sitting right next to him. “And a great woman is a gift from God to a sincere man who weighs himself up!”

Damar smiled wryly, he got up from his seat. Not wanting to stay in Wulan's house for long and only the two of them could have possessed his soul, Damar was alone. “I go home, take good care of yourself.” do not forget Damar snatched the paper bag containing his wet shirt.

Wulan nodded, and escorted Damar all the way to the doorstep of the house, “Be careful.”

Somehow in his heart was not willing to leave Wulan alone, but Damar did not want the walls of his faith to collapse, he then raised his hand and gently rubbed Wulan's cheek until it hit his ear and on the sidelines of Wulan's tanned black rikma.

“I brought the car,” Then left the minimalist home page and walked towards the parked car.

Wulan smiled shyly, getting a gentle treatment from a Damar. His heart hummed melodiously. He waved his hand, looking at the slowly moving car. And for a few seconds I looked at the Maghrib Adhan to realize that he was stunned.

“Astaghfirullah!!” he went inside the house and locked the door.

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In a car traveling at low speed, even Damar the same. He was not clear, as if he had just won a lottery. “Aih... why does my heart feel rich in tickle?!”

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