Damar (Not) For Wulan
Misbehavior

There was Aunt Iren and her family, complete without exception. Sister Pearl and her husband also came to this place. I woke up from a daydream because of Lena's elbow.

"Lan, Elu why? A friendly smile!" He whispered right in the earlobe.

"Iii-yaa," stuttered I responded. One of these coffee shop uniforms must wear a hat so that hair does not fall into food or drink. Immediately I covered my face with the visor of the hat I was wearing. Although my view is closed but, at least this face is not clearly visible.

I also set the tone of the voice so they wouldn't recognize me.

I swear, why is my life so good? I want to work quietly so I can raise money. Apparently, the owner of this coffee shop is their family.

"Lan, Wulan!" This time Cindy called.

"Shuuut, can you whisper and not call him?" I immediately smothered Cindy's mouth, "I was horrified. What's up?" I released the freeze earlier

"Ngapain's wearing my mouth shut anyway, Lan."

"Cerewet, what's wrong? Buruan said!" I stared at the family who had been sitting escorted by Lena to the table that had been prepared. Customers are still coming and some are leaving.

"Wulans! Here you are!" We both heard that voice.

"No, you're called a bloated. Get there before the blood rises." I rushed to the manager.

"Wulan, you must serve the Boss and his family! Hurry up to their table and help Cindy!" I nodded weakly, forced to obey the order of this distended stomach rather than his affairs widened.

I approached Cindy, whispering to her to help me not be seen clearly. But instead, he asked why.

"Ah, you don't want to help me?"

"It's not that we have to show ourselves so that the Boss and his family can memorize our names. Give me a tip or bonus." He wishes.

"Sister Wulan! It's really Wulan, isn't it?" Mampus, Selena recognized me. He got up from his seat, came up to me next to Cindy.

"Mam, Pap .. He's really Kak Wulan." Selena pulled my arm. While Cindy was flabbergasted to see us drifting away. Sassyly, Selena pulled the hat I was wearing. Luckily it was just me and Cindy around. There are no other employees.

"That's a bit of Brother Wulan, right?" I was silent. Confused how to deal with this incident.

"Wait a minute .. So, do you work here while you're in Jakarta?" Damar started to make a sound. I nodded slowly.

"Why haven't I seen you pacing back and forth? Did you work in the kitchen all this time?" Again he asked.

"Ah yes ... Brother inget now. A few months ago, before Mutia's wedding, we had a meal here. You were serving us at the time, weren't you?" Mutia seemed to be introgating.

I nodded slowly too. Aunt Iren and her husband looked at me.

"So soon resign from this place!" It was Aunt Iren who surprised me.

"Auntie, why should I resign? I've worked here a long time." Is it okay, he said this because he wanted to take revenge for my actions in the hotel a few days ago?

"Good, Damar agrees Mam. Let him not be seen when Damar starts routine in this place later." This man wanted me to stay away from his life. Huh, doesn't she know that I'm sick of seeing her, too.

"That's not what Mommy meant. Pap, definitely the same as our future ghost!"

"Ghost candidates?" I heard Cindy's voice so clear. Our gazes clashed.

"Look, Wulan. You have to resign as an employee in this place. In order for Damar to focus on working and opening other branches in new places. You do not need to tire of working, you just move to the apartment owned by Damar. Let us give you your daily needs."

I'm trying to figure out what this all means.

"But you're a future wife-,"

"Tante, Wulan please. We're both not married. So, Wulan should be able to survive on her own power."

"That's it, Mama, Pap! Just let Wulan work here. Can't you always see it when you visit our coffee shop?" Mutia's sister supports my decision.

"But, Brother .. I don't want him to be seen in this place!" Damar protest.

"You know, diem didn't? You don't have to come here every day, pretentious to be human." Pearls pout her sister

"Stop! We ate first just introduced ourselves in front of all the employees." Close the discussion immediately.

"Wulan excuse me for taking the order." I pulled Cindy's arm.

"Lan, you're the new boss's future wife, Damar, huh?" Cindy asked at the wrong time. He lured the other employees to come closer.

"Nonkey, who said it? You're talking about great people, don't be, Cin." I smothered Cindy's mouth. Create codes by opening your eyes several times.

"Why are you two? Quickly deliver our Boss' order!"

"IIiy-iya, sir." I take off the stock. Cindy nudged my arm hard.

"Awww" I whimpered spontaneously.

"There's a distended one, Cin."

"Bodo very, You don't mind. Play me all."

"I'm sorry, I just want your mouth to be quiet! Let's just say you heard it wrong, huh?!" door weld.

"So, you're a real wife-to-be, Boss Damar?" He whispered.

"Both of you! Work fast!" Again the distended stomach saw the two of us sticking.

"Bbb-good, sir." Cindy and I immediately picked up the tray.

We both went back to table— where there was a Damar family there. Politely, Cindy put food and drinks in this coffee shop.

"Eat and drink first! Rest later we get acquainted with all employees." Om has already told. Since then, I have not seen Kak Mutia's husband speak, nor is he a quiet person unlike the geeky Damar.

Damar purposely pranked me, he told me to take this and that. I have done his wish a few times.

If he comes here again, my workload may get heavier.

To be honest, I started to get tired until finally the break time came. This time, the coffee shop was closed for ten minutes. There is a sign of the lid with a description plastered on the front door.

The distended stomach started the conversation, he spoke like an expert. In fact, the grammar is a bit chaotic and messy. Either because of nervousness or because of something else.

Now, start Mas Riki introduce himself and introduce us one by one.

"Wulans? Her name is Wulan? Here you are, Wulan!" Damar. My body is still standing, unmoved in the slightest.

"Guil!" He called back.