Damar (Not) For Wulan
Belittled

There was still doubt lingering on that face. I tried to show a clear face, trying to sob to Aunt Iren touched her heart.

"Hiks, Auntie ... Wulan wants to see Grandpa." This head is deep.

"Eum, the answer," my head looked up at those eyeballs.

"The last one." Finally the answer came out of Aunt Iren's mouth.

"Whose Wulan's grandparents' name, Tan? Where is their village? Bojonegoro, it's broad." I again collected information.

"Yes, Auntie must see the preparations in the kitchen. Aunt answered three questions. The rest, you find out for yourself." Aunty left me alone in the living room.

"Well, if you only know Bojonegoro. Don't know which address." I leaned against the head of the sofa, exhaling many times.

Before long, this nose sniffed a fragrant smell. I'm looking for that direction.

"Damar, really fragrant. Where are you going?" The man combed his hair with all five fingers.

"Gue wants to take Elu home. Let's go on a bike!"

take her with a face.

"Now man? Can it be directly in the bag? Doesn't there have to be complete letters so as not to be ticketed? That's the license plate, it's not installed yet." He thinks he can fool me.

"Oh yes, tomorrow the dealer's man I tell you to come here. This time I bought a motorcycle. So, yeah, it's natural not to know anything." He glanced at a glance.

"Whose motorcycle did you use?" ask me to recall the accident he had when riding a motorcycle.

"Old motor Papi. I made that bike when I was in school."

"Let's go home! I mean, I stopped by somewhere." He pulled my arm, groped it fast.

"It's so rough of you, Mar. Can't you just hold on to her usual one?" I grumbled.

"Sorry, if the usual megang is like this." I couldn't dodge it, he kissed this palm that had been gripped since.

"Huaaa, my hand could be rabies." I pulled my hand and rubbed it on my shirt.

"Damn Eluu, Lan! It's my lips but I don't want to, now look disgusted at the kiss on the hand." He left me alone, stepped away into the courtyard of the house.

I'm trying to digest Damar's words. Civman lips? When's? I've never done that, kissed a man's lips? No, I would never do it except with my halal lover later.

"Damar, if by the way filtered first! I never nyivm you on the lips." Without feeling awkward, I caught up with her approaching the car.

"You still don't want to, too?" His gaze was so nagging.

"It's not bad, but I've never kissed you on the lips. I'm not that kind of woman." Of course I don't accept.

"Then, come in now! I'm back on location." He opened the door of the vehicle, pushing my body to rush in. He turns around the car and sits behind the wheel.

Back to the location, what the hell does that mean? Damar is weird.

We were both silent, there was no conversation between us. Every now and then I glanced at him who was driving, his jaw hardened. His hands occasionally clenched until his veins protruded. This kind of reaction was not the first time I had seen her, but, there was a different look on her face than before.

I shut up, saying nothing. He might go berserk and beat me up like Zayn used to. I shuddered thinking about it. Shortly after, the vehicle stopped at a hotel. I think I've seen this place.

"Why shut up? Out!" suddenly the screech made me jump out of my seat.

I got out of the vehicle, Damar dragged me because I was still staring in place.

"Damar, why are we here?" I broke free. But, his grip is so strong.

I tried to normalize my emotions, the more I resisted, the more tightly-gripped Damar became. We got into the elevator, no one else happened to be in this place.

"Where are you going to take me? My hands hurt." My tone of voice was normal, I was tired of fighting him, my strength seemed to have diminished.

He stuck my body in the corner of the elevator, his breathing was hunting, his nose was kempis.

"You just shut up! I'll get your memories back." His words frightened me, his unusual grin made me shudder.

The sound of the elevator resuscitated the two of us, Damar unwilling to let go of my hand. The hotel corridor was not crowded, there were only a few people passing by. Damar opened the room door, I was surprised to see him.

"Damar, what are we doing here?" I patted her shoulder hard.

The man closed the door, he pulled me into the bed and pushed my body on it.

"Damar, you don't mess around!" I screamed in fear. Damar's expression has changed, I've never seen one like this.

"Gue wants to point out the civman, so Elu's brain that shrimp cake can remember." He grinned wide.

I got out of bed, away from him. But, he even hugged me faster and laid her on the bed.

"Broom, wakeful!" my screams were not stirred by him.

Both of his legs lock my leg movements. Both of my hands she wrapped around her neck. His hunting breath felt warm sweeping across this face.

"Broom, please let me go! No kidding!" I tried to push his body.

"Calm down, it's just a civman. I just want to make Elu remember it, Elu who kissed me first. But, you're even relaxed not remembering anything." The frequency is getting wider.

The man's face drew closer, both of my hands were locked above my head. I feel weak being a woman. Fighting him left my energy drained.

"Broom, please let me go! You can't possibly want to have sex with a woman you don't love." I sobbed, trying to wake her up. Not expecting, my words even more made him flutter.

That lip stuck fast to my lips. Along with that civman, tears flowed down. Something strange, I felt something a sensation I had never felt before. I wanted to push it, but it felt really heavy. How'this? What am I supposed to do?

She was getting more and more fizzy, this time not only was my lips her prey, her lips were also touching my neck.

"Loom, please, let me go!" I asked with a hoarse voice.

"No, I can't. I can't hold it anymore." His chest was up and down because of emotion. Our gazes clashed for a split second, then the face came back closer to the face.

"Damar, this is harassment. Please, let me go!" I'm cribbing to him.

"We're engaged, why do you call this harassment? Isn't our marriage just a matter of days?" The frequency is getting wider.

"No, we promised to make our marriage void. You don't make it up!" I'm strangling stifled

"Our marriage will take place, I don't want you to belong to anyone else. Like it or not, like it or not, you have to be my wife, period!" His voice is rising.

"Broom, please! Please don't touch me!"

"Hahaha, you hypocritical chick. Said he didn't want to be touched, but touched a man's lips and even kissed him." Damar's laughter echoed in this hotel room.

"It's the one that took away my first civman, so, you have to be my partner" he added.

"You took my first civman. I don't like digininin!" I tried to push his head with my head. Our heads clashed.

"Heumph." My mouth is covered by his mouth. There's a chewy, moist thing coming into my mouth. My eyeballs wide to see the face of Damar attached.

No, I don't want to be treated like this.