Damar For Kinanti

I want to help..

Kaila walked into the house just like that, she even passed by her mother without greeting.

" Uh! uh! this kid long time no upload! (his manners)" Kaila's mother commented with her eyes as she watched Yusuf get into the car.

" Who is that?, your boyfriend?" ask the mother to follow Kaila's steps.

" Kaila's tired! don't you bother..?!" kaila firmly without looking at her mother.

" Uh! this kid?! coming home with a man instead of explaining that who's angry?! this is the result of your dearest mother's upbringing?!"

" Mas Damar never taught Kaila badly?!" sternly Kaila turned to look at her surprised mother with Kaila's rising voice.

The girl's face was red, her feelings were mixed, but her mother was looking for trouble with her instead.

" What do you want to ask?" tanya Kaila lowered her voice, though,

" Yes..! he's a pretty guy's kid, his parents own the biggest furniture store in town, does mom let me be with him after knowing he's from a pretty decent family?" kaila's tone is filled with bitter.

" Of course, he must have inherited his parents' business right?" his mother answered with sparkling eyes.

Seeing that Kaila smiled faintly, he already expected her mother's answer.

Nonsense his mother wants Kaila's happiness.

What his mother thought was the comfort of life, because she could not act so casually on Damar anymore.

He wants to have a rich daughter-in-law who can be proud of and live it according to his old lifestyle,

the lifestyle of Mr. Damar is still alive and never forbid him from having fun.

Of course it's always nice to be able to buy things at will, Kaila's mother thought.

With an annoyed step Kaila left her mother.

He walked into the room while slamming the door.

" God?!! if only your father were alive! you guys wouldn't dare to act like this to mom!

you and Damar make no difference!

though I just want your life to be comfortable in the future!" her mother insisted from behind the door of Kaila's room.

" Where's your husband?" ask Winda to the Kinanti who just came home to teach.

" So I saw in the rice fields mbak.may take care of the rice fields that are submerged in the flood." replied Kinanti while putting her bag.

" I heard he gave the farmers some money? you know?" ask Winda.

Kinanti nodded, though,

" Tau. last night Umar came here and set the money in the envelope." replied Kinanti.

" Didn't you feel your husband was overreacting?"

" excessive how do you mean mbak?"

" It is a natural phenomenon.it should not be too carried away by feelings by always giving help, he said,

afraid that everyone would get used to him being too nice.."

Kinanti nodded, there is a point said Winda, but she also could not prevent her husband from doing good to others as long as it was still within reasonable limits.

" I can't do anything about it, because that's money.."

" what do you mean? damar's money is yours too?!"

" Well.right, but I can't find a problem with Mas Damar for now.

Like I know,

his attitude was like avoiding me indirectly..

he busied himself intentionally.." Kinanti's countenance was sad.

Winda sighed, he was also saddened by Damar's attitude these few days.

Winda could see it clearly, Damar was more silent, and did not even smile when he met Winda.

" He may not have eaten..

then drive to the rice field..

he must have loved to eat with people in the paddy fields..

make efforts..

to make your husband behave as he was..

you didn't make a big mistake..

rest assured everything will be fine." proposed Vinda.

And without waiting for long, Kinanti immediately changed her clothes with a negligee.

Then go to the kitchen to cook.

The atmosphere was boisterous with the sound of farmers and rice that had been cut and then hit to a log so that the seeds fell.

Harvesting manually always seems fun even though the energy needed is extra large.

The half-green and half-yellow rice seeds fell on a tarp that had been prepared to accommodate,

it aims to make rice seeds easier to collect and put into sacks later.

Rice is not really worth the harvest, but forced to harvest because the farmers fear it will rot if left too long.

Same with the rest of the tomatoes and chilies.

Damar helps its workers pick chilies and tomatoes that are still viable from its trees,

the flat ones had already collapsed to the ground and mixed with mud.

The man in black and navy-colored short pants looked serious.

He even forgot that he had missed lunch.

Around Damar was the sight of farmers who were busy harvesting and hitting the rice here and there.

The view is really quite pleasant, though,

but the flooding that struck did not make the face of the old face around Damar cheerful.

Although their joy was present when Damar gave a little help,

the sadness came back.

" What about Damar?!" call a mother mother, mother,

" Not ma'am?!" answer Damar rise.

" It's after his wife!" mother's voice.

Hearing that Damar looked for the figure of Kinanti from a distance.

Sure enough, Kinanti was walking towards him with an innate carrying, it seemed like food.

His wife's hair was long, so the wind blew her away.

Real pretty..

silent silence Damar smiled,

he could see how beautiful his wife was, with an unadulterated face of powder and even the slightest lipstick.

At first glance Kinanti looked like a virgin and unmarried village girl.

" Beautiful my wife.." she muttered softly with a smile,

but his smile suddenly disappeared when he remembered the figure of Yoga.

Damar's face turned stiff, and the man sat back down to pick up tomatoes from his fallen tree.

" I can go home to eat, do not bother to take food, while yourself tired after teaching," said Damar while putting food in his mouth.

Kinanti was a little sad to see that there was no smile she had at all.

Although the sentence of Damar is still soft, but it looks clearly indifferent.

Kinanti tried to calm down by accepting that attitude.

She sat quietly beside her husband who was eating well.

It looked hungry, but Damar held it back.

" Why not buy a machine that is specifically for harvesting gold? more practical as it is.." Kinanti tried to open the conversation.

His eyes found the flattened damer laborers aged just before dusk.

" It is practical, but the machine can make people lose their livelihood" Damar replied without looking at Kinanti.

He was still focused on his food.

" imagine if all the big farmer farmers used that machine..

what do they want to work for? half of the people are just laborers..

The money that is small to us can be big to them..

did you get the point?" asked Damar to take a quick look at his wife.

Kinanti nodded, now she understood to what extent her husband thought of others.

Quiet quiet Kinanti proud,

where else can he find a husband who empaths this kind of big.

" What's up? is there rice on my face?" asked Damar, realizing that Kinanti had been looking at him with a smile.

" There is no mas." replied Kinanti,

" then?"

" I'm just grateful to have you as my husband,

mas is too amazing..

it amazes me more and loves you mas.." replied Kinanti with a warm smile, her demeanor was so gentle and friendly.

" uhuk! uhukk!!" makes Damar shocked and chokes on rice,

he coughed pretty hard.

" Drink first mas?!" Kinanti immediately opened the 1-liter bottle of mineral water and gave it to her husband who was busy choking it.

" Slowly eat it..?" Kinanti moved the seat to the back of Damar.

With his heart his hand stroked Damar's back,

up and down, up and down, up,

like wanting to calm her husband who was still coughing loudly and still feeling pain at the base of his nose.

Feeling the touch of his wife was a warm feeling flowing through the heart of Damar who was still filled with disappointment.

I don't know.it's probably been almost two weeks since Kinanti got sick Damar never touched her warmly as usual.

There is a sense of longing, but still passing through a sense of disappointment.

" It's been. I'm fine." said Damar wanted Kinanti to stop stroking his back.

" I'm full.." Said Damar put his plate and spoon.

Kinanti quickly tidied up the food and dishes she was carrying.

" Go home. rest.." Said Damar rising.

" I want to come along." said Kinanti,

" Come with what?" Damar looked at his wife who was sitting among the grass in wonder.

" Come to help, how can I keep my husband busy by himself. while I just sit or just lie at home..?"

Damar sculpting, if only he was not disappointed, he would immediately hold his wife's hand gently.

But his disappointment did not allow him to do that.

Immediately awakened himself,

" Yes, it's up to you, but don't force yourself, you're cured.if you're tired, take a break.." damar immediately turned around and walked towards the unfinished tomato plant in his panenn.

Kinanti actually hoped that Damar would reach out to help her get up, but her husband just left.

Kinanti sighed, throwing away her unpleasant feelings.

He reviewed a smile to calm himself, then immediately got up and followed Damar's steps.