Damar (Not) For Wulan
Punishment Of Mama Iren

Mama ruffled her waist, her eyelids squinting at me. Giving code with an eye.

"Damar, Wulan, you two go separately, right?" I don't know, it's a question or even a statement he still doubts.

"Not to talk about it, Mama! He's also here." Just now this foot stepped a little. My arm was firmly gripped by him.

"Broom, since when did we teach you to be so insolent? Join Wulan now! Anyway, you two are Mama's law. You can not be separated during the event, want to go to the toilet must also be both, the other can wait outside the toilet." he said with a nose moving fireworks.

Mommy, Mama is angry like this. It's all because of the bar-bar women. The clenched hand tried to hold back the emotions.

"Tante, why do we have to join hands?" The girl's voice sounded. I was lazy to look at him.

"According to the orders of Mama or Mama give a punishment worse than this!"

My right hand was pulled, the woman was pushed by Mama. We were now close, my hand directed to Mama to hold her arm. We were both forced to join hands. But, I did not know that the woman named Wulan could have been excited in her heart. In fact, my look has always been the center of attention of people around. When teaching on campus, many students are pursuing.

"Tell me, I'll push it to Elu. Don't ever fall in love with me, keep it!" I whispered right in her ear. I saw his mouth wanted to talk but he put it away.

"Well, look at dong. Right now, you're sitting next to each other at the family table! The guests have started to come."

Mom just left us. I let go of the armband. Brushed his hands rough.

"The room!" Mama screamed from far away.

"God, I'm not ashamed of what that screamed. Where the guests come in." In a fit of annoyance I grabbed this woman's hand and held her again.

"It could be allergies, my hands." He walked without heeding our sidecar that had to stick because of the punishment from Mama.

"Gue times are allergic."

"Sister Wulan! Come here!" Selena instead called him instead of calling me who was clearly her sibling.

"Woi, don't pull my hand!" I can't keep pace with this woman's steps. He wears high heels.

"Cieee, hold her hand. Asik dong, showing off intimacy. Lose heart to Mutia's sister Bang Kelvin." Selena teased us after seeing the two of us sticking like this.

"Whispering very much, boy. I slap You!" I have been trying to stifle my emotions since.

"Eitsss, relax dong Mas! Senewen very much. Though Kak Wulan tuh anteng ajah. Relax, enjoy this moment." Again he teases.

"Fussy."

"Hi y'all!" greet a middle-aged lung woman with a man of his age. They must be Papa's business relationship.

"Om Di, Aunt Yuni." Selena shook hands with them and hugged the two in turns. Me and Wulan were only able to stare.

"Damar, did you forget about us?" The aunt called by the name of Yuni looked at me and Wulan took turns.

"Mas Damar is a bit senile, Tan. Ordinary, just got a girlfriend. That's why I like to forget the old people."

"Selena!" These eyes widened, looking at him with great threat. Who are they? After all, lazy really has to deal with Papa's business relationship.

I let go of the armband for a moment to shake hands with them. As well as Wulan, Selena introduced the Woman to both of them. We chatted—to be exact Selena and the two of them, while stepping towards the dining table.

The wedding reception for Kak Mutiara has begun. We sat in our seats. Invitational guests are also seen sitting on chairs that surround the table that is already available. There were about a thousand guests present from both sides.

If only I could argue with Mama's punishment. Since then, I must have left this room. The arrangement of the event after the wedding is finished, only less closure. Since then, I haven't had time to open a phone. There may be incoming messages or calls from friends.

Mama looked at me from across the table, I was indifferent to her gaze. Where is possible when we sit like this still holding hands. So, I relaxed with my sharp look. This hand reached into the pocket of the blazer, taking out the flat object that I had been complaining about.

My attention is now distracted on the phone screen. There was an incoming message that made me so happy. Next month, I'm getting a thesis. Apparently, my struggle all this time was not in vain. Determine the title, complete the proposal, search for references. My time over the past few months has indeed drained out for this.

"Why smile for yourself? I'm like a crazy person." The voice of the woman next to me, mocking.

"It's none of Elu's business, don't be pretentious to know about what I'm doing, UNDERSTAND!" I gave her a tone of emphasis so that she was self-conscious about her current position.

"Calm down, I don't want to. Just, if you're really crazy, let me call a mental hospital to take you there." Si4lan nih female, it could be from his mouth came out such a sentence.

"You, look out for you!"

"Ma, Mas Damar!" Selena suddenly appeared in our midst.

"You're excited about ajah!"

I'm lazy to deal with that kid's behavior. My attention is now on the phone screen again. View the digital clock on the screen.

It was one o'clock in the afternoon. When did the show run? The feeling started from ten o'clock less.

An hour passed, finally the event was over as well. Two families cannot go home first. We had to stay at this hotel and have dinner together later tonight.

The old woman approached our chair.

"Son Damar, we go get some rest first." I disregarded it.

Want to rest and even tell people. It doesn't matter very much. Just like the three of them, troublesome people.

I finally got rid of that woman. I need to rest in a hotel room. I approached Mama to request access to the card. I'd better take a nap before calling one of my tongkrongan friends.

"Mam, where's the card?" This hand is looking up.

"What card?" He even asked back.

"Hotel room access card. Papa's credit card time." I can't wait because these eyes are already a bit hot.

"Owh, that. You ask Selena!"

"That's it, let Damar call him." I called Selena's cell phone number.

He told me to go to the fifth floor, where my room and room were next to each other. His room number is still a secret.

On the fifth floor, I called him back.

"Just go to number 503, Mom! The door's not locked." The phone call just got cut off. This foot stepped quickly because it was impatient to take access to the room card.

"Where's my room card?" Without further ado, I entered without excuse. But, the one over there wasn't Selena.

"ARRGGGGGHH." His screams were so loud.

I was glued to the spot, not budging at the sight before my eyes.