Damar For Kinanti

let go of me

Two days passed since Yoga came home, his heart was really unable to obey the orders of Vinda to stay away from Kinanti.

He did not expect much, being beside Kinanti and being able to greet her every day was enough.

" If mas Damar had known, he would have come to me and asked, but in fact mas Damar did not meet me at all.." Yoga mutters itself.

He wandered in his living room.

" Father?" Bagas just got up and walked towards him.

" Go back to sleep if you're still sleepy, papa's off today" said Yoga stroking his son's head.

" Take Bagas play." said Bagas with eyes still sticky.

" Of course, it will be a little afternoon we swim yes, now take a shower first huh?" Yoga carried her son, and took him to the bathroom.

" Mom? bathe Bagas first," Yoga called the babysitter Bagas who was busy cooking in the kitchen.

" cook it later.." Yoga handed Bagas to his nanny's sling.

" Daddy?" Kinanti stopped her husband's steps, Damar standing on the porch of her house.

" Hemm.." said Damar turned to his wife.

" Want to look at mother.." Kinanti's gaze begged to be ushered in, please,

" To the factory for a second?"

hearing that Kinanti nodded,

" a lot of luggage?" tanya Damar understood with the habit of his wife who always brought the innate for his mother.

" Nothing, I said it was a lot.."

Damar nodded, though,

" Then just ride the bike, mumpung sunny day as well..

change your clothes first, and you just want to see people for a minute,

not many enter on holidays like this, but mas still have to see them as a form of concern mas.." explained Damar

" Yes yes, like just yesterday as your wife..

without explaining it, I'll understand it.."

Damar smiled lightly, then immediately continued his footsteps.

It's been a week, even more.. Damar doesn't see the nose of Yoga at all.

The man who diligently jogging blind dawn was never seen jogging again.

I don't know... Damar wouldn't think about it, though,

Damar sped his way through the yard and continued to walk through the rice fields towards the factory.

The yoga that saw Damar walk away felt relieved.

For some reason, right now he feels like a thief,

every time hide from Damar.

In his son's car came out of his house.

" To budhe for a second?" yoga said to his son, and the innocent Bagas nodded.

Arriving at the house of Winda, Yoga sat his son on the sofa in front of the television.

" Mom?! watch Bagas?!" the sound of Yoga penetrates from the living room into the kitchen.

" Arep nangdi you? (where are you going?)" Winda walked from the kitchen in a hurry.

" Ojok dolen ae Yog?! (don't just play Yog?!)" burping Winda because he thought his sister would come out early in the morning on this holiday without taking his son.

" I just want to check the car engine for a while mbak." said Yoga calm, calm down,

" not where to go." added Yoga.

" Yes wes.., let's take care of Yudi mas, I'm making a snack because.."

replied Winda again walked towards the Kitchen, before long Yudi came, and,

he sat right next to Bagas.

" Go away." said Yudi slowly,

Hearing that, without saying anything Yoga walked out of the house of Vinda.

But who would have thought, instead of looking at the car like what he said to Winda,

Yoga instead walked towards the house of Damar.

Kaila, who was sitting on the living room chair and right next to the window, accidentally saw Yoga passing by.

Yoga opens the door of the house that is not in the key.

He just went in and looked for Kinanti's whereabouts.

And the man's steps came to a halt when he found the figure of Kinanti who had just come out of the room.

Kinanti uses jeans and a young purple shirt, while her long hair is only trimmed to the back of the pot using a hairpin, she looks beautiful and calm.

Kinanti retreated instantly to see Yoga arriving in,

" Let's find Mas Damar at the factory!" firmly Kinanti was half surprised to learn that Yoga who arrived was inside his house.

" I'm not looking for mas Damar." replied Yoga with facial expressions filled with longing.

" then?" Kinanti frowned,

" of course looking for you. Have you made it right? I was out of town when you were sick, of course I wanted to ask you how you are..?"

" asked me when Damar wasn't home? where'd you get this kind of courage?!" Kinanti.

" Go away, I don't want my husband to misunderstand me!" kinanti again.

" I want to talk.." Yoga is not out of place.

" I've told you many times, there's nothing you need to talk to me about, other than fraternal relations!

so. leave.." Kinanti threw away her face, and walked away towards the kitchen, hoping that seeing her unfriendly behavior would make Yoga leave her home soon.

But instead of leaving, the white man followed Kinanti's steps.

" Let's talk..?" Yoga pulls Kinanti's hand.

" Yoga!!" peekik Kinanti pulled her hand back,

but Yoga tightly grasps her.

" Don't yell, I won't hurt you?! you know it.." The view of Yoga pleads.

" let me go, and get out of here!"

" no!" snapped Yoga, she was frustrated with Kinanti's rejection.

Though his feelings had already urged him to die to immediately see and talk to Kinanti.

No matter how scared he was to Damar, he still ventured to meet the woman he still loved.

How sad and disappointed his heart when he knew his misses were not well reciprocated.

" I love you. I love you first..?!

I can also live you as well as Damar?!" resolute Yoga pulled both of Kinanti's arms strong until Kinanti grimaced in pain.

" Hurt Yog?!" hiss Kinanti with an inflamed face.

" Tell me why exactly? why don't you come back to me?

is it because I have Bagas? is it because of that?" tanya Yoga with an expression that really never seen Kinanti.

The man was pitiful in the midst of his anger.

His decision was so obvious in Kinanti's eyes.

" You're not a fool, of course you know very well that Bagas has nothing to do with this,

sober up! our relationship is only the past, no matter how we part..

I love Mas Damar now." said Kinanti calmly but firmly.

Both of them looked, Yoga's eyes began to turn red holding bitterly in his heart.

It was as if in the verse and half-dead of his agony as he heard clearly that he was no longer the owner of Kinanti's heart, but it was Damar who became her master now.

" But I love you? don't ignore me?!" Yoga still could not accept reality, he did not want to accept rejection from Kinanti.

" I just want to be next to you? ll please?

I'll apologize to Damar..

I'll also ask for his understanding.."

" dark!!!"

The Yoga speech stopped, Kinanti's hand that released with difficulty from the grip of Yoga, even landed on the face of Yoga.

Kinanti who was unable to hear the sentence Yoga, he had to slap the man to stop talking.

" Conscious!" kinanti Spray,

" Where's your common sense?! I won't let you talk like that to Mas Damar!"

added Kinanti hard.

Yoga fell silent, feeling the heat of Kinanti's former slap on her cheek.

" You think that sentence of yours will not hurt Mas Damar later?!"

Yoga smiling bitterly,

" So it's only Damar's feelings you take into account? what about my feelings? have you ever thought about my feelings?!!"

" You're not sane! if you don't want to go, then I'll go!"

Kinanti turned around, but again Yoga pulled her.

The man sat down in front of Kinanti,

" All right. I was wrong. I was wrong...

i admit..

but please??

don't go and ignore me..

no woman inhabits my heart but you Nan..??" the man pleaded, resting on the floor with both knees, while hugging Kinanti's legs.

" I'm going to keep quiet I won't make any more trouble, I promise..

i-i promise..

but don't ignore me..

don't ignore me, Nan..?"

Yoga's voice was stifled, he took pains to hold back his tears from flowing.

He really does not want to be ignored and is not considered by Kinanti.

" I'm asking you to Yog.. release me? I love Mas Damar..

he's my husband..

don't put me in a difficult situation..

Our relationship is over, though,

ever since you married another woman and dumped me..

whatever your reason at the time..

I'll never be able to accept your feelings again." said Kinanti trying to calm down,

his body was also tired of rebelling from Yoga,

he hoped that the man would understand and let go immediately.

" I can't. I can't.." the voice of Yoga while holding back his despair.

" I don't want to let go of you." said Yoga again in a more miserable voice.

Suddenly there was the sound of heavy footsteps approaching Kinanti and Yoga.

the woman was clenched, and the look on her face turned tense at the instant she saw the figure of her husband who was walking towards her who was standing and Yoga who was half-kneeling while hugging his legs.

Kinanti wanted to tell Yoga to let go, but her voice was stuck in the throat.

The woman's body trembled at the look on her husband's face that was crimson, inflamed full of anger.

Yoga that is still unconscious with the presence of Damar can not be evaded when his back is in grip and thrown by Damar.

" Braa!!" the body of Yoga was thrown violently by Damar,

hit the chair and dining table. Yoga is writhing in pain, but not to mention Yoga is awakening,

Damar pulled the body of Yoga again violently and threw it again to the end of the kitchen.

" Pyarrrr..!!!" the loud sound of the glass cabinet breaking due to colliding with Yoga's body.