Damar For Kinanti
Damar's Busyness
Kinanti entered the office, the rare changed slowly when she knew there was a senior teacher who was sleeping.
It seems that they are tired after teaching and want a little rest, but it turns out that even the continuity of sleep.
" Don't be noisy, Mr. Hartono is having a good dream." the voice of a male teacher sitting right next to Mr. Hartono's desk.
" Well, it could be my great sin if you wake up Mr. Har." I reply to Mr. Tyo, the gym teacher.
" mr. Har is having a dream to eat at Lesehan like him." added Pak tyo while giggling, he said,
" hussis..! you guys are mentang mentang young, kuwalat later.. mr. Har is the oldest here..?!" remember the 6th grade teacher to us, his name is Ms. Ninik aged around 45 years, while Mr. Har is 50 years or more likely, which is clearly nearing retirement.
" Please forgive mother Nik. pak Tyo that first you know." said Kinanti while grimacing guilty.
" I'm right Mr. Nik, Mr. Har is having a good dream.satian if disturbed.." replied Mr. Tyo who is almost the same age as Kinanti, he is a bachelor who never married as well, so Kinanti often in a matchmaking match with Pak Tyo.
" wake Mr. Har, it's time to go home this kasian. later he even kesorean.." orders Miss Nik on Mr. Tyo.
I walked out of the school gate,
" Want to go with me mom?" tanya Tyo from behind, she stopped her bike.
" My hostess is near Mr. Tyo. just walk.." refused Kinanti.
" Mbok ya once want to be with me ma'am. let my heart is relieved.." muttered Tyo, muttered Tyo,
" sir Tyo cravings my mbonceng?" Kinanti laughed crisply, though,
" Yes wes. monggo.." Kinanti backed off and sat sideways in the back seat of the black matic motor.
" Now, finally.grip ngggeh ma'am.."
" uh.. it's not funny to see our students sir, use the handle of everything..?"
" Let's just say I'm ojek ma'am." said Tyo then run his motorbike with heart to the front of the Kinanti boarding house.
" Thank you sir." said Kinanti after descending,
" thank God you're safe until the destination, I wasn't told to drop by this?" ask Mr. Tyo expectantly.
" Oh sir. berkandanya not too ah, already. father just go home, many see." said Kinanti while evicting Pak Tyo subtly.
" Oh, yes, I've come home, see you tomorrow at school." said Mr. Tyo with a smile and immediately left without waiting for an answer from Kinanti.
" Wah.. ushered in Mr Tyo?" his hostess friend came out, his name was early.
" Just a whim. always nawarin do not refuse, long time also kasian.." replied Kinanti while taking off her shoes.
" Be careful.tresno jalaran soko kulino Nan, long time in love with Pak Tyo you.."
" Oh. lambeu Din.."
" Lah iyo, Mr. Tyo seems to put his heart on you. You alone, who are not sensitive.." Early followed Kinanti's steps into his boarding room.
" Don't talk about something I never thought of in the least.I have no intention of having a relationship with anyone.." continued Kinanti when she arrived at her 3x3 room.
" When?"
" you're not married yet, why so much trouble with my life.."
" but I'm engaged, 5 months from my future husband to come home our duties are immediately married, wait for the invitation later!" Early glaring,
" Yes yes, don't wait.." Kinanti smiled, she started to change her clothes one by one.
Between the two it was commonplace, there was no more shame.
" Anyway at my wedding reception later you have to bring a couple, Mr. Tyo is also okay. in no shame klo in the trailer where where is Nan..?!"
" start again." said Kinanti lazily,
" or I introduce to my future husband's friend friends yes.they are still many bachelors..!"
" I'm ugly like this, who would want to be with me, let alone your husband's friend's friend from all countries.." Kinanti grinned, it was actually just an excuse, essentially he was lazy to establish a relationship.
" Ah, you could be humbling yourself.You're not ugly, if you're ugly how many might expect you to be like this stone!" Early annoyed, but Kinanti just laughed.
Damar finished his class this afternoon, he passed by some students.
" Evening Mr. Damar." greet some of the students who have been waiting for him to pass.
" Evening," Damar replied giving a slight smile.
" Oh, the smile is falling out! why the hell did I not enter Indonesian literature..?!" said one of the students who admired the figure of Damar.
" Eh, no wonder what, handsome, tall, pinter.ok is not married yet.don't dislike the feminine, but the dashing.." chirped one of the students, ch,
" Huss! ngadi!"
" is it the season..?"
" wah. if that's true, can be heartbroken children of Indonesian literature who admire Mr. Damar. where his smile is sweet like sugar kilos.. can make diabetes..!" the other student.
" Don't gossip the obscure ones, please, if that's not true..!" one male student who happened to hear the conversation.
" Ih, what the heck arrived nimbrung!"
" you guys are, talking people don't think.." said the young man majoring in Indonesian literature was soon passed but still left the view of watching.
" Mister Damar, are you going home yet?" asked a coworker, walking to the parking lot following Damar who had climbed on his dirt bike.
" Yes ma'am, I happen to have no class.."
reply Damar casually.
" I happen to want to go home too, can I go together?"
Damar thought for a moment,
" mom's car why?" tanyanya then,
" in the workshop sir.. how, can ya?" ask her female co-worker expectantly.
" It's not that there's Mr. Andri, he also went home, not not not not to help mom. but it's getting cloudy. It's better with Mr. Andri alone, he brought a car.."
" Yes yes ma'am.I first, sorry lhoo.." said Damar wearing his helmet, and without further ado passed away riding his motorcycle.
" Aahaha!!!" there was a sound of laughter coming from behind, disperse the gaze of the woman who was focused on staring at Damar's back disappeared in the distance.
" Failed to maning failed maning.Patient ya bu Tia!" said Mr. Andri while still laughing.
About 40 minutes Damar riding his motorbike, the speed is certainly quite decent, because usually the distance is traveled for 1 hour.
He moved away from the city towards the district,
then enter the village gate, drive again about 15 minutes.
" Mas Damar!" call a 20-year-old girl from the front yard of a house that is quite spacious, there are 4 houses lined up and only separated by a hedge, while the other two houses become one yard.
4 The house looks quite large and luxurious in the village area.
While about 50 meters there is a large warehouse warehouse, it is more like a factory because the building is roofed high.
In one of the buildings there is a large pile of wood that has not been cut, some trucks are also parked in front of the factory building.
Between the house and the factory is separated by the land planted with rice.
Damar put his motorbike into the garage of one of the houses, the building is painted white and has two large pillars on the terrace.
Unlike the other three houses that are painted striking and seem more luxurious.
" Yes! I have a job?!" the girl who called Damar walked over.
" Take it yourself." replied Damar taking off his helmet.
" Difficult mas?" the girl is spoiled, though,
" who told you to enter English literature.If you have chosen it you should be responsible for your choice.." Damar's voice was flat, he walked towards the door, opened it with a key.
" Don't bother me, my job is a lot." said Damar patiently.
" Help me, at least give me a hint." The girl kept tailing behind Damar.
Damar took off his jacket so that his navy-striped black shirt was visible.
" You didn't listen to your lecturer talk? do you daydream and do anything else in class?" damar asked with a serious look, he was tired of continuing to help the girl before him.
Damar let out a light sigh as the girl did not answer.
" I'm going to the factory after this, till nightfall,
your job is tomorrow I help you. Tomorrow I do not teach." said Damar while taking a glass of water and drinking it.
" Are ya mas?"
Damar nodded, though,
" listen, I'm not always there to help you. Next time listen and study really, the tuition is not small. don't play games.." advises Damar,
" yes, yes." the girl smiled brightly and nodded.
" Oh yes, there was a delivery from Missa's mother." the girl handed him a lunchbox that was put in a crackle bag.
" Opo iki?" Damar accepted it, though,
" leafy greens, from Mbah Uti.."
The look on Damar's face changed immediately,
" There's already this label.."
" WENAK!" say both at the same time.
" yes wes, mas Damar maem sek. I want to go to the house mbak Winda first, he is busy cooking for birthday bagas.."
" Bagas? by when? the day after mas. now we're busy peeling off the seasoning.."
" hemm. yes it is.." replied Damar.
The girl turned around and walked towards the exit, but Damar called out to her.
" Saila..!" Damar gave the code to get back closer.
" What's mas?" replied The girl hurriedly walked back towards Damar.
" Make a snack.." Damar took out a red note from his pants pocket.
" hihi.." the girl's face was more flattering than earlier.
" Wes, there." said Damar, telling Kaila to leave.
Damar went to take a bath, after which he ate a vegetable spoon that Kaila brought earlier.
After that, he immediately left his house.
Dusk had passed, and Damar walked quietly through the rice fields that separated his house and the factory.
The atmosphere was already stretched, because many employees were coming home, only a few people were overtime.
" Sir?" greet Dimas at a security guard standing guard in front of the small factory.
" Want to check tho mas?"
" no sir." replied Damar throwing a smile, he not only checked, but also came to work.
When the others came home overtime he also just came home.
Not infrequently Damar also works alone until the morning, helping to cut small wood using a machine.
Damar is a man who is quite friendly and simple in the eyes of people, not infrequently he often gives bonuses, unlike other families who are a little indifferent to the surrounding community.
This year, the factory is developing well after being in the hands of Damar, unlike before.
The Damar family does include prominent families in the village, but there are some Arogan attitudes from the Damar family that make the community view less so good on his family.
