President Cilok
93 Love anything

The dimness of the night with a little dim cloud, no bias stars and moon decorate the sky, as if to describe his dark mood. Breeze night, the sound of crickets are mutually telling hiding behind the grass, and mosquitoes also accompany a human child who is feeling the turmoil of his heart.

Sitting curled up on the front floor of the terrace of a modern minimalist style house in the absence of light from the lighting of the house.

A good house is from home to another house.

PLAQUE

The sound of clapping, patting in the air trying to catch the naughty bin nosy mosquitoes that roar around his ears.

“Aihss... Die you!!” damar exclaimed happy to catch the mosquito in his palm. With enthusiasm, Damar scraped, twisted, pulsed the mosquito that had been lying helplessly in his palm.

His heart could not turn, and in front of Wulan's house this was when Damar was... Damar recalled being with Angelina, the young director who became his business partner.

Flashback on Damar

On the way home, Grandpa Bagaskara. In a Lamborghini that is traveling at medium speed. I don't know what feelings make Damar feel disturbed by what he saw in the park, seeing Wulan along with other men. It really makes his heart not willing.

To the extent that Damar does not listen to Angelina being serious reveals that this career woman has fallen in love at first sight.

“Mas Damar, since meeting you. I don't know what makes me continue to be imagined by you,” said Angelina, still focused on the wheel. glancing at the dreamy Damar. “Mas Damar! You're holding me, aren't you?” he said, because he felt that Damar did not listen to the expression of his heart.

Hearing Angelina's voice that was quite high, making Damar spontaneously look at Angelina from the side. “Really?”

Angelina nodded thinly, “To be honest I want to get closer to you, Mas Damar.” Angelina paused, she was shy to express her feelings, “I fell in love with you from first sight, you helped me,” he continued, let out what he meant.

Damar momentarily fell silent, absorbing what he had just heard. As much as possible he said not to offend his business partner, “Nona, Angelina. Love is not how to master each other and just express what is buried in our minds. But mutually processing grace.”

Silent... Angelina fell silent, she thought about what Damar said, and tried to understand what he meant.

“I will wait for you, in my eyes Mas Damar is someone who is charming and has the qualities I dream of,” said Angelina, in a small voice.

Damar nodded thinly, “Thank you Miss Angel,” said Damar, although he did not have the heart to see the look of a disappointed face of a beautiful woman with shaky eyelashes, but he did not want to fool himself. “However, love anything properly in this world, because anything in the world nothing is eternal.”

Angelina was silent, she felt touched by every sentence Damar spoke. “May I steady myself, for the best of a good soul mate?”

Damar smiled knot, “Sure, because love must always involve the owner of the heart, who dwells on Arsy!” Damar circulated his gaze, and saw the usual streets he passed before picking up his secretary every time he was about to leave for the office. Then look back at Angelina, “Nona Angel, can you drop me here?” abugn.

Angelina took a quick glance at Damar, and refocused her eyes on the front street. “Why?”

“There is something I have to finish,” Damar said.

Angelina nodded, “Oke, but there are conditions, take me to Parangtritis beach!”

With a very forced, Damar assented, “Insya Allah.” he replied, while nodding thinly, ‘I will also take him.’ he continued inwardly.

Angelina pulled over her car on the right side of the road.

Damar out of the car Lamborghini, “Thank you, Miss Angel,”

“Sama-sama.” replied Angelina, then resumed her car.

Arriving at home, he was stopped by his mother and his sister. However, he said he would tell it another time, after completing his task. After cleaning himself up, Damar immediately drove his car, and deliberately parked away from his secretary's house so as not to cause suspicion.

Flashback off

War with mosquitoes, Stand up, sit down, then stand up again in a daze. Then sit back, repeatedly Damar did. Waiting for someone who since noon has no news. “Where the hell are girls, don't come home too!!” muttered Damar, between furious, sewot, as if he wanted to swallow a chunk of stone.

Plak.. his cheeks are still in the bandage should he blak with his own hands because the mosquitoes are biting without permission. “Aaaa..” his groan holds back pain. “Nih mosquitoes know anyway, if my cheeks are still pure!!” his grunts were upset at the bloodsucker.

For him, waiting for hours did not dampen his intentions, to improve the quality of his relationship with the secretary. Damar felt that one thing was certain, he wanted to wake up from his beautiful dream, his heart, and his heart began to wake up and whisper in the ears began to pierce the niches in his tribe. Not wanting to waste a woman sincerely offers a real sense of love.

After waiting, until the body becomes bent-bentol due to the act of nosy mosquitoes. His waiting was not in vain, the woman who since three hours ago he had been waiting finally came and walked into the courtyard of the house with shaky steps and her eyes lowered.

Damar reviewed a happy smile, then walked over and stood up right where the woman who ranked first in his heart was walking towards the porch of the house with still bowing her head.

“Where have you been, Wulan?” he shouted with a firm voice. Like a father who knows his daughter comes home late at night.

Bugh... Wulan was aghast, until he fell with his buttocks that hit the floor of the terrace of the house he lived in, “Auw... ck.... who the hell is dark-eight in front of people's houses?!” his grunts, while enduring pain.

Damar immediately approached Wulan sitting on the floor, “Sorry-sorry, Lan!”

“Home!” wulan shouted with a loud voice. For the second time, he heard the voice of the man who had already made his heart feel riled up.

Wulan also stood with Damar's help.

Soon, Wulan released Damar's hand which was on her waist. “What are you doing here?” he asked, then walked past Damar to the door, and reached for the key in his little bag.

Damar walked after Wulan, he stood behind her. “Ya is certainly waiting for you to go home,” he replied in a soft voice. “Nih, look until my body is bent-bentol,” he said again while showing his arm that is invisible, due to no light.

Wulan refused to budge, she still felt that Damar was happy to test her heart. As if not concerned with what Damar said, Wulan held the door handle and opened it.

Feeling the absence of an answer from Wulan, made his heart claustrophobic. Grep... Damar hugged Wulan from behind.

Wulan was stunned by what the man who suddenly hugged her from behind did. “What are you doing?!” her question was cold, she no longer wanted to be toyed with by taboo, pseudo, gray love.

“Who was that afternoon?” asked Damar, still hugging Wulan from behind, burying his face on the back of the woman who had managed to make her heart melt even more.

Any more.... Wulan nodded, hearing Damar's question. It was as if this man was not yet satisfied making him even more confused. ‘Where did he know?’ with a movement of his hand, he covered his mouth with a palm, ‘Don't-don't Damar also see me in the garden?' Wulan also recalled the time of what happened this afternoon. When a man she had never known at all suddenly proposed to her.

Flashback on Wulan

Wulan looked at Roni carefully, then threw away her gaze. And accidentally from a distance, he saw Damar walking with Angelina towards a red Lamborghini.

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