President Cilok
76 Thousands of fireflies
The afternoon also changed twilight, a golden tinge of investing in the reddish orange sky on the western horizon. Not imaginary, this color is always in wait for lovers of the universe when the afternoon arrives.
And some employees and staff have left the company, as well as food processing plants that are trademarked Amanah food. Some of them are talking about the enrichment carried out by the President of PT Jaya Gemilang who is engaged in the industry of import food raw material trade.
“I, not expecting, when it seems he is an authoritative person. But the heart of ngelakuin things that tarnish his own name!”
“I was curious, who has been the victim of the beating done by Pak Kusumo?”
“Ah-- why the hell take care of the news soan, let's go home!”
The voices are discordant, the employees in the parking lot of the factory until it is heard in the ears of Wulan, Damar and Bokir who just came out of the office building.
“Heboh well this news?!” exclaimed Bokir, who was walking behind Damar.
Damar looked at the employees who had not yet returned home, and were seen chatting, sometimes they looked very familiar by throwing a slow blow on his friend's arm. Damar himself, a very relaxed person responded to this news. Even impressed indifferently, because it was not satisfied, before actually seeing Kusumo fell mired in poverty and poverty.
Not because, he cursed people's lives and judged Kusumo, but sometimes a glimpse of the memory when his Father had to experience distress because of cheating done Kusumo made his heart full of assertiveness to avenge all bad deeds Kusumo.
“If only they knew, that the victim who suffered the blow was you Mar, it would have been even more excited here!” again Bokir skilted along the parking lot to the parked car.
Wulan saw Damar speechless, patting him on the shoulder. “You're good, right?”
Damar aghast got a pat on his shoulder, he turned towards Wulan, his forehead shriveled, “Why am I not good?”
Wulan was still reluctant to meet with Damar, the question of the Holy Mother still loomed over his mind. Wrong behavior, Wulan raised his hand to allow his rikma to blow as breeze behind his ear, “Yeah, who knows you are sick?”
While Bokir still chattering ria turned his back on Wulan and Damar and pay more attention to the employees who are still chatting.
Damar sighed to see Wulan who just kept turning her gaze, and replied to Wulan with a knotty smile, “Now the attention is really? What is Hay Nawang Wulan?”
“Nothing, just ask!” wulan replied, while throwing away a look. I don't want to drop his feelings more.
Damar mangosteen heard Wulan's explanation, he circulated his gaze staring at the wide gate of the dark blue, and was interested in the storage warehouse of raw materials stored in there. Damar then walked away from Bokir and also Wulan, without saying anything.
Wulan followed Damar's line of sight, he frowned, astonished. What's Damar walking to the barn for. Because he was curious, he finally followed where Damar went. And left Bokir still speaking unclear.
When Bokir looked back, Wulan and Damar were no longer behind him, “Loh, where did they go?” Bokir scratched his head that did not itch, while dingingukan looking for the existence of Wulan and Damar who had gone somewhere?
He finally decided to walk to join the employees who still have not returned home.
While on the other hand, Damar went into the warehouse, and met with a security guard who was checking, but seemed suspicious,
“Good afternoon,” greet a security guard who still looks young.
Damar nodded and returned his greeting, “Sore,”
“Some thing I need to help you with? It's time to go home, why are you here?” tanya Satpam, who does not know that the person he is talking to is the President of Amanah food company, is not without cause.
If there is no important meeting, Damar prefers to wear casual clothes. Just long jeans and long sleeves.
Damar shook his head, “I don't need anything, I just want to look around the warehouse,” Damar said, circulating his gaze, staring at the pile of sacks of flour and some other raw materials, he said, then again see the security guard with the name tag Muhfidin in the clothes used by the Security Guard, “Mas Muhfidin, if you want to go home,”
The security guard named Muhfidin was silent and looked panicked, “Then I came out.”
Damar nodded
As Muhfidin was about to get out of the warehouse, he was surprised to cross paths with a woman who was about to enter the warehouse. As much as possible he controlled his panic, and greeted the woman who was wearing formal attire, “Sore,”
“Sore Mbak,” reply greet Muhfidin, then exit the warehouse area.
Damar glanced at Wulan, and looked back at all the raw materials. Look through piles of sacks of flour, cardboard and other materials. Occasionally he would observe all areas of the warehouse that looked hygienic and clean, with bright lighting, and, as well as the room temperature that is adjusted to the condition of the warehouse where raw materials are susceptible to various types of insects.
A moment Wulan was amazed to see Damar who was so closely observing the warehouse, and all the materials available. Although it feels strange, for what Damar to want to see the warehouse that has been well maintained whether it is the quality of materials and care by employees every day.
Damar enters the warehouse area deeper, and holds a starch sack of kanji, then unbinds the sack and picks up the flour using a small shovel. At first glance he found it strange to see the starch kanji is slightly yellowish in color, and put it slightly on the palm of the hand.
Wulan watched Damar, and raised her eyebrows. “Why? Is something wrong?”
“Where do we buy this kanji flour?” asked Damar, glancing at Wulan and looking back at the sacks of kanji flour and other materials.
“From the flour factory in east Java,” replied Wulan. “What's the problem?” tanyanya, who saw the look on Damar's face showed dissatisfaction.
For almost seven years he has been working on cilok, and all the kanji flour he has tried. Inevitably, making Damar so understand the quality of starch and other supporting materials. “Trace, what are the raw materials and the flour mixture, safe,”
Damar moved to another material, a room that was colder than before. He looked at the milk for the manufacture of biscuits and other ingredients, and again found suspicion of all the raw materials in the warehouse. “While! This is really weird. Don't they know that these ingredients are almost entering the expiration stage?!”
Damar then ran out of the warehouse, and looked for the whereabouts of Muhfidin. “Where is the security guard?!” he muttered to himself.
Wulan who has been following Damar's steps has been confused, “Why? What's up?”
Damar did not answer Wulan's question, he focused on finding the whereabouts of security guards he met in the warehouse. For whatever reason, he felt suspicious of the security guard. Then he ran towards the guard and asked about Muhfidin, “Where is the security guard named Muhfidin?”
“He just came home, Mas Damar,” said the guard.
“How long has he been working here?” asked Damar, in a panicked voice.
“New these two days,” the guard replied.
“Start now! Anyone who applies for a job here must go through me,” said Damar firmly, then switch to looking at Wulan, “Tell HRD, so as not to carelessly recruit new people, and then switch to looking at Wulan, Tell HRD, I suspect someone is cheating here?!” he told Wulan.
Wulan nodded, “Good, President.”
Damar turned to look at the guard, “Pak Lutfi, tomorrow if Muhfidin departs, tell him to face me!”
Bokir who saw Damar coming out of the warehouse approached him, “Why Mar?”
Damar who was racking his waist, then turned towards Bokir. “Something's not right in the warehouse!”
Bokir was aghast, “That's not it, his safety area the Nugroho he was quite reliable, I see. Why can't it be okay?!”
“Maybe this is just my suspicion, Kang!” said Damar, while circulating his gaze staring at the street in front of the gate that was wide open.
Bokir patted Damar's shoulder, “We're not into angkringan? Looks like you need some relaxation,”
Damar looked at Bokir and switched to staring at Wulan, “Alright.”
“OK, then, ba'da isya later we meet on Malioboro pedestrian street. I want to take my wife, pity her too. ‘Kan pregnant people also need refreshing.” said Bokir.
Damar nodded
Bokir walked to his parked motorcycle, and the capsuss came home.
Damar drove the car, because Wulan who asked him to be more proficient Damar, of course, is still in his monitoring. And Damar's destination was Wulan's house, to deliver him first.
After taking Wulan home, he went home to his own house, not to Grandpa Bagaskara's. Because Damar felt he still needed time to adjust to living in his grandfather's house.
“It feels like every time I see her smiling shyly, makes me so happy. Just like my heart is filled with thousands of fireflies. O Allah, do not make me khilaf again,” murmured, in the room after performing the Magrib prayer. Remembering the figure of a woman, namely Nawang Wulan.
Damar raised his palm, “Yes Allah may I love him. May God love him. May God miss her. When this feeling began to melt my whole heart. I can't bear it myself. I need a heart to calm this heart. To whom I have placed my love. And so far I have not found the answer. If he is the one who can do it for my heart. ‘And I leave everything to You.”
“If he is the one you can choose for me Ya Robb. Where won't my heart find its moorings. If he's not the best. ‘Kan I try to weld all despite the pain to bear it. O Allah if indeed you drop him to me find him with me in a bond that is (holy) and lawful that is (marriage) amen.”
With all his soul, Damar asked for guidance, then rubbed his face with his palm, and surrendered, resigned only to the Creator of the Universe.
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