President Cilok
95 Emojis of red heart

Hidden taste by taste, in the shackles of the soul. Implied through tears, flowing as if not felt. Hoping to cover all the wounds, when the fingers fell silent. Washing away the tears dunking the red face.

“Hopefully the sheets of love and friendship can meet and together wade through the sea of life. Amin.” murmured Damar, with his palms raised, after morning prayers and teaching.

Damar moved from his seat which was still on the alphabet. Folded neatly and kissed his alphabet and put it on a bedside nightstand. Take off the peci that he uses for prayer and put it there.

Then he sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the ceiling of his room. “Hhhh...” he sighed long. Wulan's face still lingered beautifully in his mind. Then she shook her head slowly, smiling widely. “I can't wait to meet him..” murmured, rubbing his chest that feels tickling. “Aihs- why is this how I feel?!” again, he messed with himself.

Damar reached out his hand, then took the flat object that was on the nightstand, turned on the screen of his cellphone monitor. Opening the message apk, his fingers started surfing on the phone keyboard. Typing then deleting and then typing it back and then deleting, he did it over and over again. He hesitates, to say what is the right word, to represent his feelings for the woman, other than the word love, which he thinks is more.

“Akh.. why would you send a message aja hard very anyway. whereas every day also I'm the same Wulan usually reply to messages about work, but why this time different.” griguya, while allowing the gloves exposed.

The door of Damar's room opened along with Danum who was bending her head. Seeing his brother sitting on the edge of the bed was seriously looking at his cellphone while grinning gaje. Danum was a mangosteen and arranged a strategy to find out what made his brother so radiant.

The sixteen-year-old walked on, Danum stepped in without making a sound. Then sit next to his brother. “Sopo (Who) Mas?!”

“Allah Akbar!!” Damar was aghast, involuntarily his fingers sending out red heart emojis, as red as a fire alarm siren. “Well, yeah, well delivered, heartfelt!! Ouchhh!! Ah Danum!” damar shouted along with his phone that slipped from his hand. It almost hit the white floor of the room if only his hands were not immediately deftly catching a beautiful mobile phone floating in the air, like a paragliding. “Hap!! Kena!” yelled Damar, caught his cell phone.

Danum was surprised, he did not expect his words to make his brother so surprised. His forehead puckered, astonished. Looking at his sibling, emoji heart thing, “Indeed Mas Damar, send emoji heart to whom?” danum asked, his curiosity thrashing.

Damar turned to look at his sister with a fierce gaze, “You know it anyway!” sergeant. Out of nowhere his sister came, suddenly sitting next to him and making him, accidentally sending a red heart emoji and almost crashing the cracked phone on the screen.

“Come not picked up! Not home in between! Where the hell did you come from?! Almost my phone fell, it's not funny if it became rich fried snack peyek!” gerutu Damar, showing Danum his cell phone, put it on the bed.

Danum blicked his lips, heard the lick from his brother, he sat on the edge of the bed, then lay on his side, “Ck.. It's good, you don't get home, you don't get delivered! Am I jailangsi?! Yes, from the door! I'm Jin and Jun, suddenly nongol so!” gerutu replied by grumbling by Danum, “Lagian why the hell, Mas Damar did not change his phone? Kan Mas Damar is now Sultan!”

“Amen! But what Sultan? What is Sultan Damar, so?!” damar looked at his sister lying on her bed. Damar walked to the front of the closet and released one by one the buttons of his white cocoa shirt. “To whom else is Jailangsi?”

Danum followed where his sister was, hung his Koko’s shirt on the hanger and opened the closet and put it there. “Jailangsi ‘kan, his sister the Jailangkung, Mas Damar time not know?!”

“Terus, you Jailangsinya, so?” asked Damar, while picking up a set of home clothes, from the closet.

Still in a lying position on his side, Danum shook his head, stacking one hand for head support, “I tuyul, Maaas! Keep Mas Damar, the fart! Hahaha.”.

Damar turned to Danum who was chuckling amusedly, and changed his clothes again, took off the sheath and folded it neatly. “Hahaha... Funny huh? Crunch your bat, Num!” his reply mimicked the laughing of his sister. “Terus who became Mbak Yul’nya who?”

Danum glanced at her sister's phone right next to her lying down suddenly lit up showing a notification of incoming messages. “Nawul!” danum's exclamation of spontaneity.

Damar still turned his back to his sister, he frowned hearing his sister say ‘Nawul'. Spontaneous Damar turned his head, and saw Danum was leaning his head, looking at the illuminated cell phone monitor. Immediately Damar took his cell phone which was still on the bed, saving him from the kepo rickshaw.

Danum was amazed by the attitude of his brother, who clearly hid his phone, looking at the face of the sparkling Brother while smilingly looking at the mobile phone monitor. ‘Ihs.. soul kepo I jejeritan want to know, who is the Nawul, until Mas Damar is happy?!'

Danum moved, he slowly approached his brother, then leaned slightly bent over trying to trace the genealogy of the Big Brother's phone.

Damar soon realizes that his sister is, like, a journalist. Pulling his phone, holding it in front of his chest, he frowned. “What the hell are you Num, go there!”

Danum pursed his lips, “Ck, so sensi very!” his sergeant, then tried to recall one by one his sister's girl friends who were quite close. ‘Who is Nawul well? Not Siska, not Meylina, not even Mbok berek! iuhh!’ always in the heart guess, while the fingers he put under the chin.

“Walah, I'm in cueki ngene (Gini) rec!” Danum prefers to get out of his sister's room, which clearly looks like he's in a romance park. While remembering the initialed name ‘Nawul.

Damar again saw the contents of the reply to the red heart emoji message that was accidentally sent to Wulan's number, just reading it had made his heart feel like the blue of the ocean. He read it in his heart.

Damar spread his gaze to look at the wall of his room that was cream-colored, he himself knew very well. In fact, he is not a man who is good at jubilant about love, even to express his taste, can make him very nervous and stammered. Just like the old days when he expressed his feelings to his ex.

But this time it was very different, very classy and quality. Between love and friendship intertwine in it, being a unique and cool blend to be seen, tickling is so interesting.

Can you spring without being in love, without me shooting him? Why it feels so much, with words, (I love you) ih. kok I feel amused myself yah!’ mind monologues. His fingers began typing replies to send to women who had questioned what the emblem of the red heart emoji was. Choosing the right words, so as not to be a more relaxed expression bin alay to be concluded to be a coordinator of his feelings.

Two replies were sent pretty, with honest words. Therefore, Damar felt, sometimes love does not need to be fanned, just felt and expressed with a real attitude. Because, as beautiful as romance, which does not become marriage can not beat marriage.

Waiting for a reply from Wulan, who never came, finally Damar decided to get out of his room, he felt love needed assertiveness, need parental advice. He was thinking of finding a solution, and his goal was his mother.

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Meanwhile, in a minimalist home, a woman who lives alone. After fulfilling the obligation as a Muslim at dawn. Now, he is sitting on a kitchen table chair, enjoying a sweet chocolate that still reflects steam.

📱(❤️)

And the sweeter it was, as he received a short message of a red heart emoji, from the man who had already occupied the throne of his heart.

“What does that mean? I didn't think he was still a child to express his feelings!” he muttered, then sent a reply message, to question the emblem of the red heart emoji.

However, he did not expect, the younger man replied to his message with words that read romantic but not more rust. And it felt like flying over Nirvana. 📱(What I have is not a flower. Just a bunch of flowers that I hold as hard as I can. You are close to me. And, if a song can express its meaning in my heart, then your name is the title.)

Not yet thought, to reply to what because immediately appeared a rainbow in his eyes, and again the message notification entered. Wulan frowned, reading the third message early in the morning. 📱(And about the red heart emoji, I accidentally sent it. See you at the office.)

“How intentionally? People are obviously the one who sent!” he said in a small voice. Slightly disappointed by the latter's reply, he chose not to reply.

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In the spacious kitchen, Damar saw his mother was helping Mbok Iyem cook. Doubtful, stubborn, not funny, his face feels hot. Damar prefers to sit on a dining table chair that is 4 meters from his mother who is busy cooking. And just keep looking at her mom from behind.

Mbok Iyem, Grandpa Bagaskara's home assistant, realized that Damar was sitting on the dining table chair by constantly staring at his mother, as if there was something important that he wanted to convey to her. This middle-aged woman also, nudged the arm of the daughter-in-law of the Wijaya family.

Holy Ma'am also looked at Mbok Iyem, “Why Mbok?”

Mbok Iyem also gestured, pointing at Damar with his chin.

Holy Mother followed where Mbok Iyem gave her a gesture, and saw his eldest son sitting on the dining table chair. Holy Ma'am sighed, then looked back at Mbok Iyem. “Take this Mbok,” he said, while giving stainless Sutil to Mbok Iyem to reverse the fish that is being fried.

Damar looked at his mother who was walking towards him, and sat down on the chair in front of him with a wide desk bulkhead in the middle.

“So, after crushing crime Kusumo. Now what's bothering you, Nang?” asked the Holy Mother, seeing the look on her son's face that looked worried.

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I'm sorry, about the visuals, I didn't show the visuals. Because, fit in my mind is not necessarily suitable in the mind of the reader. Readers are also free. Want to think about what visuals are like? Or if you can, the readers themselves are the cast.