President Cilok
97 Quietly washed away

After breakfast and chatting with Grandma, Grandpa and Mother. Now, Damar drove his sister to first go to school.

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“Mas Damar..” exclaimed, calling the Brother.

“Hem..” Damar replied, just by clearing his throat.

“Indeed, Mbak Wulan do not mind if picked up Mas Damar using Vespa motor?” danum asked, with a high voice, along with the sound of passing motor vehicles.

Damar flashed his smile, and shook his head. “That's it, the privilege of a Nawang Wulan, Num.” He parked his bike, on the right side of the road.

And Danum came down from the bonfire and took off the helmet and gave it to Damar, saying. “And taste, Mas Damar's choice this time is right! Because setau Danum, women who want to be invited to live simply is a loyal woman.”

“Ehem.. have been really cool, but thanks to my handsome brother who is rich in Jarwo,” reply Damar, while putting a helmet on the motor hook, “But, it does not mean we as men just resigned, just like that, without giving the happiness that is worthy of the woman who is willing to give her loyalty to us, Num.”

Mangosteen Danum, “Betul, right, right! But my handsome does not look like Jarwo also times Mas,”

“Lah, is Jarwo more famous than you, Num!” cetus Damar, he also pointed his index finger in front of his sister, “But remember one thing, Num! Girlfriend women when you graduate school and get a decent job, because even dating needs capital, not just looks!”

“Yes, Danum tau, Mas Damar. Go there, pick up Ma'am Wulan!” Danum, know if his brother has started to make a speech like the speech of the national Hero Bung Karno.

“Okay, by!” Damar pulled his Vespanya motor gas and slowly drove at a moderate speed, towards his secretary's house.

••

In front of the house he lived in. Now, Wulan was waiting for an invitation, as usual. It will be picked up by Damar, already the umpteenth time he reflected on the reflection of glass in the porch window.

By wearing clothes, pink dress, quarter-sleeved and calf-length.

‘Hem... if I was picked up by car pan pas very yak? Rich in the novels I read, wear saucy dress like this, make up fitting, same sneaker wedges. Hadeuh... feel rich Cinderella invited using a horse carriage with Prince Pajajaran..’ always in his heart, then showed his face staring at the blue expanse of the sky, while imagining in the fairy tale Cinderella Disney cartoon.

“But, why Prince Pajajaran yak? Pan Cinderella is not the same Prince of Pajajaran, is Prince Mataram yak? Haduh-hawuh-why I so digress like this-” he continued, the more ngawur takaru-karuan.

However, a moment later Wulan's gaze was sidetracked by a man who came riding a Vespa motorbike, stopping right in front of his house. With casual wear, plain long t-shirt green color black bottle trousers, sneaker shoes.

Instantly eroded, sweeping away her beautiful delusion of Cinderella and the prince.

“Home!” he murmured, disappointed, because reality was not as beautiful as his expectations. Wulan looked at Damar while sighing. ‘This is not Prince, but Cindelaras!' Eh but if you look around he is also a handsome rich prince, prince in my heart, wkwkwk.’ his mind is monologued, amused.

Damar got off his Vespa motorbike, approached Wulan, with a smile. He looked at Wulan from toe to head, he felt that today Wulan looks very different, more feminine than in previous days. Although still sneaker shoes that wrap his feet.

“Are you in the wrong costume? What are my blurry eyes? Already seen the angel get off the heaven?” ask Damar, make sure. That what he saw was an angel in a real form.

Hearing Damar's witty seduction, made her blush in embarrassment. Wulan laughed crisply, like eating tempe crackers, “Hahaha....” He did not refuse, his disappointment now seemed to disappear. “Eleh-- eleh--wear seducing event again! Kan, I'm so meltedhh-- wear H a hundred times..”.

Seeing Wulan laughing crisply, making Damar laugh, “Hahaha... means melthhhhhh--ah long hard really!”.

“Hahaha..” both equally laugh at the absurdity of conversation that is not worthwhile, but at least can make happy.

“What do you feel now?” asked Damar, looking at Wulan with sparkling eyes.

Wulan frowned, “Emm...”

He approached and held Wulan's hand. Damar was anxious to see Wulan just speechless still with the confusion of his mind. He began again to tease Wulan, by bringing his face closer to the face of a woman who slightly polish the makeup on her face, which is indeed despite not wearing makeup though, has been au natural, natural, “But the obvious. Your presence in my life gives a new atmosphere.”.

Wulan blinked her eyes, meeting Damar from a very close distance. He began to feel Damar's hand begin to hold his hand, his heartbeat increasingly timid.

“You know, what atmosphere?” asked Damar, still with his face very close to Wulan's face.

Wulan...

“The atmosphere that makes me feel comfortable, and you are able to calm when my heart is worried,” he continued, then smiled knotfully.

“Ehem.” Wulan cleared her throat, awkwardly. ‘Had, this guy made me die a tick!’ with feelings that are increasingly not crowded, Wulan also intends to walk ahead of Damar. However, it was stopped first by Damar who was still tightly grasping his fingers.

With a single blow, Damar was able to make Wulan fall into his arms. For a moment both feel the heartbeat that is increasingly racing with time.

However, the ambyarrrr.r returned with the vegetable handyman passing by with his cart pushed.

“Sayuuurr.... Sayuuuurrr..”.

Damar instantly let go of his embrace, making Wulan stagger and fall to the floor.

“Haduhh.... Damar...” erang Wulan, who fell on the floor of the terrace brown.

Damar was surprised, “E-eh, sorry, sorry.” sprightly, he also helped Wulan stand up.

Wulan stood up, shaking off the clothes she was wearing. While grumbling in annoyance. “Sorry, sorry! Every time I see you, I fall! And now even fall in love with you..”.

Hearing Wulan's grumble, making Damar flowery. “What did you say?” asked Damar, making sure that his ears were not conselected with expressions of love that were accidentally spoken from Wulan's lips.

Wulan felt embarrassed, she bit her tongue. And walk back to Damar. Without answering any questions, and walk towards the parked Damar motorbike. He turned to look at Damar who was still staring. “Sometimes happiness makes us smile. However, not infrequently that smile that makes us happy, and now that I feel happy to know you, Kang cilok.”

The smile on Damar's face widened...

“Hey, come! When will Kang cilok be there?” exclaim Wulan, disperse the daydreams of Damar.

Damar was gasped, not denied.he was increasingly complacent with the charm of Wulan, who had sat in the back seat of his Vespa motorbike. “I'm coming... Nawul!”

••

On the way to the company, as usual . Wulan was just holding on to the end of the shirt Damar was wearing. Although, the wrong costume, between the dress and the motor that does not mecing, but not shy he said in his heart. That he was so happy to be able to shake things like this.

Damar, glanced at the glance of Wulan's hand that was holding on to the end of his shirt. He then, removed the handle of his left hand on the handlebar of the motor, then held Wulan's hand, to then pull Wulan's hand and put it on his stomach.

Wulan was stunned by Damar's attitude, which quietly washed away.

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