President Cilok
84 Great control

Next day..

Birds chirp melodiously, blending with nature and the breeze that moves branches and leaves. With a yellow tinge falling over the home page characterised by Indonesian Javanese.

From the trees that are scattered in several corners of the perimeter wall, the beautiful impression can be felt by the pendopo and koi fish ponds as well as lotus flowers that purplish pink buds.

Sit on a teak pendopo, and feed the koi fish, after breakfast. That's the new routine Damar did after a few days of living in his Grandpa's house. Damar circulated his gaze, and he saw Danum who was about to leave for school.

“Bareng yuk, Num?” tawar Damar, while putting a koi fish feed container on a pendopo board.

Danum shook his head, “No ah, Mas!”

Damar approached his sister who was sitting on a planting bench wearing shoes. Then sit next to him, “Why?”

Danum moved from his seat after wearing his shoes, “I don't want to be the center of attention, with Mas Damar nganter using the car,”

Damar moved on, he developed a smile, then embraced his only sister. He realized very well, that Danum is a person who is anti-stiff responding to questions from his friends, “Mas, not using a car,”

Danum turned his head, this teenager raised his eyebrows, “Why? Car Mas broken?”

Damar shook his head slowly, “Kangen, want to enjoy the morning time using Vespa motor rich first,”

Danum chuckles, “Hahaha.. I guess, Mas Damar does not want to be the same as the motor butut!”

Hearing his sister's ridiculing reply, Damar tightened his arms around Danum's neck.

“Aaaaa... pain Mas, pain!” erang Danum, while clapping his brother's arm.

Damar also released his arms around Danum's neck, “Danum Mahesa! Denger! This life is not the luxury of the vehicle, but the beauty of control.”

Danum pinched his lips, “Ck, yes Mas Damar. I know, let's ah.. hunt for lunch!”

Danum walked towards the gate, leaving his brother.

Damar shook his head in wonder, “Magnum! You do not say goodbye to Grandpa, Grandma the same Mother first.”

Danum stopped his steps, then ticked his own eel, “Weleh... Lali (forget) me!” he also ran after his brother entered the house, to say goodbye to, Grandpa, Grandma and also his mother.

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Now, on the way to public high school, in one corner of the city of Bantul. Damar drives its modified vespanya motor in order to have an attractive appearance.

Danum sat in the back seat, circulating his gaze. However, his gaze fell on someone who was sitting on the outskirts of the street. He also saw his brother from the rearview mirror, “Mas.”.

“Hem..” said Damar, still focused on the speed of the motor.

Danum again circulated his gaze, seeing people who were getting farther from his vision, “Mas Damar, have moved on from Mbak Ratna?”

Damar frowned at Danum's question, “Why?”

“Yes, that's okay, just ask. You see Mbok berek sitting alone on the side of the road,” replied Danum, calling Ratna Mbok berek.

“You don't believe in this, Num?” Damar glanced at his sister from the rearview mirror.

Danum's eyebrows raised, “Trust what about?”

“Already, forget! Why talk about the past!” Damar stopped the motor.

Danum was stunned, he thought his brother was angry, because he had discussed about Ratna, “Kok stop Mas? Mas Damar was angry. If I hadn't seen him, I wouldn't have talked about the mbok berek! Napa the nih eye, do not underestimate, ih.” gruntuya, while rubbing his eyes that accidentally saw his sister's ex-boyfriend.

Damar clasped his sister's thighs wrapped in grayish blue pants, “Udah until, Magnum..”.

Danum spread his gaze, saw the school where he studied across the street, and looked back at his brother. He put up a horse grin, “Hehehe.... Yes, it's up!” Danum came down from the Vespa motorbike.

“Is our time passing so fast like an hourglass that every moment continues to decrease?” Damar patted his sister's shoulder, “So, sincerity is everything that is conveyed as truth by God that must be accepted. And now, you just focus on your UTS, watch out later if you don't get good grades!” keep Damar, full of warnings.

Danum mangosteen, “Insya Allah Mas Damar,” Danum greet the hands of his Brother, “And I also know why Mas Damar quickly move on. ‘Kan, now there is Mbak W!” cetus Danum's.

“Who W?” ask Damar.

“Wulan!” danum answered while running to school.

Damar saw his brother who was running could only shake his head, ‘Wulan?' in his heart, he murmured. “No love can understand fully, if there is no friendship that is the foundation.” then pull Vespanya motor gas.

This time, Damar did not want to get entangled in the heart game. Not because he is still trapped in his betrayed past. However, choosing more important than being chosen, he does not want to be wrong in choosing a life partner who can fill half of his heart, complementing his religion.

Not felt, now he reached the front yard of his secretary's house. As usual, he will pick up Wulan, however what makes Wulan still in Jogja is himself. So, Damar feels an important role in keeping the woman, even though there is a distance that he must keep.

Wulan opened the door, and a knotty smile looked at Damar. “I'm happy if you use the motor!” he turned around and locked the door.

Damar smiled to see the face of Wulan that looks radiant even though there is no thick makeup on the face of the natural ayu of his secretary, “Kok seneng? Not if girls prefer to be picked up by car let alone ace? If you use the motor is hot, it is hot, get dust again?” Damar gave Wulan a helmet

Damar nodded, for some reason his heart was always mengmehek-mehek if it had seen a cheerful face and smile from the look on his secretary's face. “OK!” he yelled, then pulled the Vespanya motor gas.

In the breezy interlude of the morning breeze, in his heart, Damar hummed melodiously, glancing at the hand of Wulan who was holding the tip of the jeans jacket he was wearing.. “You know Lan, which makes men chase women not because of beauty. But its attractiveness, its aroma, its politeness, its way of speaking, then its elegance, and its goodness.”

In the back seat, Wulan smiled at Damar's words. He nodded thinly, and further tightened his grip on Damar's waist. ‘Entah, why am I so happy Mar. But, please Lan, please don't baper! Not necessarily Damar's heart is as happy as this close to yours!'

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Ratna is currently exercising in the morning, for a moment she sits on the side of the road, under a shady tree. However, as he circulated his gaze staring at the traffic of motor vehicles, his net caught someone riding a Vespa motorbike that he was very familiar with was chatting with a woman.

Ratna rounded her eyes, her heart twisted. Like a stake that sticks sharply in the recesses of his heart. “Home?!” his murmured softly, his gaze turned into a heartbroken look, and began to gather the water dots there.

A deep regret alone, could never bring back something that had been lost.

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Damar and Wulan arrived at the parking lot of the factory. Wulan came down from the bat, but she had trouble opening the helmet hook.

Damar turned off the engine, he got down from the motorcycle seat after parking his motorbike. Damar helps Wulan to open the helmet hook. “I'm here to open,”

Wulan raised her chin

Damar also took off the helmet on the head of Wulan very slowly, so as not to scramble the dark brown rikma of Wulan in the ponytail, and put the helmet in the rearview motor.

Wulan brings a smile, “Still.”

“Smile every day, because from the smile we have given alms.” said Damar.

Wulan frowned, “Sedekah?”

Damar nodded thinly, “Iya, your sweet smile in front of your brother is shadaqah. HR, the History of Tirmidhi and Ibn Hiban.” explained Damar explained a hadith.

Hearing Damar's explanation, making Wulan more complacent he smiled shyly.

Seeing the shy smile of his secretary, making Damar also smile knot. Both of them walked to the office.

Automatic scene that looks friendly, inviting pairs of eyes almost all employees, looking towards Damar and Wulan. They still assume that the President and secretary of Amanah food is a young married couple.

“They are compatible well?”

“Yes, Sister Wulan is the same Mas Damar is also not an arrogant person.”

“ Really, the proof. Even though they have an important position in this company, they still want to use butut.” motors

Whispers from some employees who want to enter the factory production area. Especially female employees who in fact are baperan, bring feelings.

“Hayo... again who are you?!” exclaimed the pelontos-headed man, disperse the whispers that were being talked about.

Some factory employees gasped, “Pak Bokir!”

“We are not weird gosipin, well?”

“Iya,”

“Hem.. was I horrified you again whispers about Damar same Wulan?!” bokir said probing.

Some employees also prefer to avoid Bokir, “Pak Bokir who is handsome similar in the colossal action film Bari Prima, we work first yak?!”

Bokir was flattered, “Iya, how do you know that I look like Bari Prima?!”

“Yes, if you see from the end of Monas use a straw!” call one of the employees.

They also went from the front of Bokir, to the factory production, while giggling amusedly. “Hahaha..”.

Bokir also throttled his lips, “Ck, why they love to fly me over Nirwana, but then threw me into the mud!”

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