Damar (Not) For Wulan
My Hidden Childhood

I'm worried about this one guy, a few days ago I met in the apartment. Now even meet at Damar's house. It seems so busy that it has to be everywhere.

"Wulan, you better leave now! I have a guest." Damar nudged my arm because I haven't finished my words since.

"Sorry, sir for interrupting. Excuse me first." I left Damar, pretending to be a guest in this house.

"I'll excuse you, Andre." Without waiting for his response, an accelerated foot stepped away from the house. I went to the side garden, peeking at them behind the plants while squatting down.

"I hope I don't see Andre again. One apartment is the same Dimas is already a crime, when I met his other friends." I exhaled for a moment.

"Non Wulan, what's up there, Non?" That voice, Bi Inem's voice. All this time he was careful when he faced me. This time, his reaction was not as stiff as usual.

"There's a Tamar coming, Bi. So, I had to pretend to be visiting because of work."

"Lho, why is that? Why don't I just say that tomorrow you two are engaged? He's definitely invited to the show tomorrow."

Dong dong is very me, why even honest with Aunt. He knows nothing about us that keeps our matchmaking secret.

"Heheh, yes Bi. Wulan forgot, but, Damar said I'd just go, let the friend not tease him mulu." Oops, the better I lie.

"Oh so. Yes, come with Aunt to the back come on, Non! Won't you?" bring the woman who already looks wrinkled.

"Where are you going, Bi?"

"Follow Aunt to the kitchen, Non Selena is there too. Make an afternoon snack, he said."

"Well, the new feeling of drinking coffee, now want to snack too?"

"Come, Non! If there's a Non-Wulan, at least Auntie's safe."

"Wait first! What does that mean, Bi?" The woman's hand clasped her wrist.

"Let Non Selena not mess with the kitchen."

"Eum, okay, okay." I followed his steps. Isn't it his job to clean up the boss' mess? Why should I be caught? It's a shame because I want to lie down for a while before cleaning up this afternoon.

We have arrived in the kitchen, Selena is busy struggling with sieve and flour. Occasionally he saw a hape screen attached to the kitchen cabinet door. He was so concentrated that he was unaware of both of us.

"Non, there's Non Wulan too. Let me make you a snack." Auntie broke Selena's concentration.

"You two go! Selena wants to cook herself. Stay tasting." I swallowed heavily. It was like a rock stuck in the throat.

"Bi, Wulan go to the room first then. Take a shower, he'll still be here a long time." I'm running away from a situation like this.

Sorry, Bi. Not that I don't want to be alone, I'm lazy and have a lot of thoughts as well. Tomorrow is the engagement event, I should not be tired, at least can smile while greeting invited guests even though over time my mouth is stiff because of smiling too often.

I peeked into the living room, not a single person was there. Relieved it.

There was someone who patted my shoulder, I was jolted because suddenly this heart was racing faster.

"I think Andre's still around. You don't know the adjutant." I stroked my chest, trying to normalize my heartbeat.

"Hey, it hurts to know." I rubbed the scar of the scalp that he pulled out earlier.

"Damar, how much of a headache? You intentionally, right? What if my hair is bald? You want responsibility?"

"Oh, just hair. It turns out it wasn't gray. Baby powder probably." He put some of that hair on the palm of his hand.

"Ck, it could go away." I'm pissed off.

I looked carefully at the strands of hair, there were white patches there, it was fitting that he thought that this was gray hair.

"For this Selena, the banks are scattered." I went into the room. Father and Mother were sitting on the edge of the bed, Mother was massaging Father's back.

"Where have you been, Lan? We've taken a shower and are ready to wait for the Maghrib."

"Regular, Mom. Damar didn't wake up Wulan, he fell asleep in the car."

"Wulan wants to take a shower." I grabbed the towel hanging on the bathroom door knob. Bringing one pair of nightgowns to the bathroom. After a few minutes, I went outside with a fresh face and body.

"Sholat school! Adhan's done, son." I'm doing the duty. After that, chat with Mom and Dad.

"Mom, are you sure that Wulan should marry Damar? Between us there was not the slightest bit of love, there we both always fought not to give up." I started the conversation.

"The berm is also one of the seeds of love, Lan. It used to be that Father and Mother were childhood enemies."

"Sir, don't equate with the two of you! Wulan is an adult, she is, too, so shouldn't be equated with a boy." I scowl annoyed.

"Patience, Lan! The two of you must have been destined to be a match since you two were kids. When the Damar family moved, you got sick not wanting to go to school, you even wanted to come with him. So did Damar, he delayed his departure to Jakarta, you two disappeared from our sight. We've all been looking for you all day but didn't see you either, uh you both came home because it was night, and you two were starving." My mother remembered our past. I can't even remember how I tried.

"No way, Mom. Are we both that close? Why doesn't Wulan remember? Though I said Wulan was still SD when Damar moved out of town." There was a look of doubt there. My father refused to respond to my words.

"Mom, sir .. Why are you both silent? Why doesn't Wulan remember anything about her childhood with Damar and the others?" My question is like the wind. They both speak a thousand languages.

I try to recall those memories. Tilting the temples while concentrating.

"Damar" I said unconsciously.

"Wulan, you don't have to remember it, son! Let us tell you about your happy story as a child." Mother's voice trembled a little.

"Why, Mom? Wulan Wanted to remember it, Wulan wanted to re-feel that feeling." I try to remember.

Suddenly the head is dizzy, it feels like a little needle pricked around the head. I pressed down with both palms, pressing down with all my might.

"Wulan, what's wrong with you?" Mother rubbed the sweat that poured from the temple.

"Wulan, stop! You don't have to remember, son! Please, I beg you." My eyes blurred after being embraced by him.

"STARTS!" that scream was the last I heard before my consciousness disappeared.