Damar (Not) For Wulan
Motor Dealers

"You're upset with me what? I thought we went home, it was at the motorcycle dealership." I rebel, not to be pushed by him.

"Whisper! Just get in the car!" We both wrestle.

"No, I want to know what you're doing here."

"Ck, girl's wayward." He took his hand off my back.

"What's blind? if to the dealer, of course buy a motorbike," he said again.

"Buy motor? Don't you not normally make motorcycles? Why buy a motorbike now?"

"Whisper, you stay here! Don't come in and follow me! I want to pick the bike I want to use." He just left me.

"Huh, you guys are not clear." I sat in the waiting room inside the dealer.

Suddenly remembered about the member card that Aditya gave.

"The Gym." This mouth sounds, looking at the name that's on it.

"I looked at the gooble first ah, how much if I became a member here." Immediately kurogoh hape in sling bag. Type search business name Aditya.

"What's? Which is really true." I closed my mouth, these eyes wide open to see the nominal that must be issued to become a member there.

"Oh my God, my salary is three months if I am fed." Limp feel. To become an exclusive premium member must spend ten million rupiah per season. In the article it is explained that one season is only six months long. For annual members there is a discount. There are those who pay daily too, just spend because they have to spend money worth two hundred thousand rupiahs per eight hours.

"Gilak, Adit Pinter really manages his business. The elite must all be giving it. If I work there, what? But, so what?" I monologue alone in a low voice.

"Wulan, you're like a stressed person talking alone." That guy's making my daydream go away.

"Don't disturb the pleasure of the napa!" I kept the eaves in their place.

"This is the card." Damar snatched the VIP member card that Aditya gave him.

"Reverse!" my throat's a little tight.

"Nih, the card kek gini ajah it seems very valuable." He threw the light card and left me. The card's on the floor, I can't get it.

I pick up the member card and then keep it in my wallet to be safe with credit cards and resident cards. I saw two men surrounding Damar.

Before long, the man told me to get up. We both stepped away from the dealer. We were already in the car, there I saw the face of Damar who looked satisfied. A faint smile rose from the corner of his lips.

"Damar, did you buy a bike there?"

"Yes, buy cash."

"WHATAAA?" I shouted right beside him.

"Woi, don't yell. I got sick." Damar stopped his vehicle, he pulled this car over so as not to be reviled by the vehicle behind.

His outstretched hand pinched my cheek tightly.

"If you want to scream, get out of the car first. Don't scream beside my ears."

"Damarr, it hurts a lot." I alternately pinched his hand. The pinch drama between us continued until I managed to grab her hair.

"Please my hair! This expensive Pomade's package." This time it was not his hands that were approaching, but his body took pains to approach my seat. His face was so bright and approached this face until his breath felt hot.

I had to let go of his hand, get away from him. My body stiffened while clinging to the car door.

"Hahaha, thanksgiving! I knew I had to deal with Elu. Stay put later must be Elu who stayed away, out of things." He smiled broadly, scorning me.

"I don't like to be held. That's why I'm staying away." These lips are pursed.

"Reluctantly like to be held? The original likes to hang on." He alleged.

"It's not sure what happens when we sleep together at the hotel." The vehicle still did not move from its place. Damar looked at me seriously.

I fell silent, trying to recall what we were doing at the hotel.

"You don't have to lie! I don't want anything, you must have imagined that we've both been doing nothing."

"You want me to repeat, what treatment did you do at that time, I'm happy to practice now." Damar grinned widely.

"No, no need! Let's just go home now! I'm going with you to Auntie's house." I feel something strange about my face. Suddenly my body shook because of the grin. I could have been terrified to see Damar's unusual facial expression.

"Cemen, just say yes so you can remember it again."

"Damar, please don't reveal it and don't talk about it!" my door.

"Okay, I'm home now. Tomorrow or the day after, I will repeat the events of that night. I don't want you to forget about it even though you're drunk." Damar's words made me restless and anxious. These thoughts are scattered everywhere. I was thinking about what we were doing that night.

These eyes stare at the streets, trying to get rid of things that can make me feel uncomfortable and unsettled.

"Lan, we're home. When do you want to daydream?" Damar opened the car door. I didn't realize he was standing outside the vehicle.

"Sorry, I don't fuck." Rushing I move, out of this vehicle. Damar shut the door.

The man stared while puffing his chest. The object he observed was right in front of the garage. My eyes can't believe I saw that thing.

"Damar, are you sure you want to make that bike?" many ensure. As long as I knew him, he had never driven a motorcycle. In the garage there is also not a single motorbike, except for the motorbike belonging to Mr. Dadang the driver.

"Surely, I used to love riding motorcycles. Too bad I had an accident and Mami banned the bike for me to drive." He stepped quickly towards the big bike.

"You've had an accident? When?" I'm trying to match his steps.

"School time. I've been in a coma for a few days, that's what I heard from them." Damar stroking motor body. Those eyeballs glittered.

"Coma for a few days? Severe means something." I was curious about the accident she had.

"So, avoid brawl between students. One of the schools thought I was an opposing school student, they chased me who didn't know anything. It just so happened that day I went to the house after school wearing a uniform without changing clothes." She's narrating.

"The beige turns out too." I shuddered in horror, unable to imagine what happened to Damar.

"Just calm down, the culprit's been caught by the police." He's sitting in the motorcycle seat.

"Something wrong with your brain, it turns out you've had an accident." I started looking for a commotion.

"Women are stressed, I'm rude not because of an accident." The man looked at me fiercely.

"Alhamdulillah if you are self-conscious that you are rude." I'm scissoring.

"Because I'm being rude like this." He pulled my waist.

"Good in the back!" He will surely rule.

"No, I'd like to see Aunt Iren. Take off dong, Mar!" I squirm, trying to break free.

"Gue took a tour of the house first, then met Mami." He got off his bike, lowered the standard of the vehicle.

"Good, Lan!" he began to get impatient.

"I don't want to, let go of dong!" My energy is starting to drain.

"Semenit doang!" her door.

"Wouldn't, what if I fell? You haven't been on a bike for a long time, I'm afraid you've been riding." I still reject it.

"Damar, what are you two doing? Who's this?" The sound distracted our attention.