Damar For Kinanti

Kinanti is not

Damar looked at the vespa parked in his garage.

Then entered with a huff to his room,

open the closet one by one.

His wife's shirt is still there, not half of it is missing.

That means..he won't be gone long right?, Damar's inner.

The man sat on his bed pulling his own hair with his fingers.

As if annoyed by what happened.

He should have gone home soon, though,

he should also not be angry for too long, many times he complained, even several times he clenched his hands and hit what was around him.

" Wakeup! let's talk?!" the sound of the Winda penetrated the walls of the room Damar.

With a lazy movement the man got up and walked to the living room, where Winda was sitting.

Damar sat down, but his hand immediately picked up a cigarette and burned it.

Winda just sighed looking at Damar's behavior.

" So where's your wife?" ask the Sire seriously.

" Don't know." replied Damar throwing his glare in the other direction.

He did not want Winda to find his regret and sadness.

" How can it be?!"

" She told her friend's house to her mother, and she didn't know that she didn't live in the poor anymore since she divorced her husband a few years ago.." Damar replied still hiding his full, reddish eyes.

" You're how the hell?!" Winda was getting upset.

" Have you checked the closet?! how many clothes did he bring?!"

" he's been. His clothes are the same as always. I don't think he's carrying a lot of clothes..

even her makeup remains on the dresser.." said Damar bowed.

" Would you just shut up and wait for him to come home?!"

My mother bowed deeper, not answering.

" What if he chooses not to return?" said Winda, making Damar suddenly look at Winda.

" Why doesn't he want to come back?" asked Damar with a hoarse voice arrived.

" Haven't I gone home??

can't you talk to him? call my wife, please..

because he won't pick up my phone?

tell him I'm home, please,

or does she want me to pick her up, tell her to tell her the address??"

Tears that were held by Damar eventually dropped by itself.

Winda was silent, long enough to see how much the tears were melting..

his heart ached seeing Damar's depressed face.

Not to mention those tears..

tears that rarely come down, Winda's chest feels tight..

he was annoyed by the endless problems.

A problem that should be small if solved immediately, now it's gone where..

even the existence of Kinanti now is not clear where.

And Damar who is usually strong, is now lamenting the absence of his wife beside him.

Circumstances like turning around, maybe even more shocking for Damar.

He never thought that his wife would take the bold step to leave the house.

Damar confidently assumed that Kinanti would always wait for him until his anger subsided.

" She should be waiting for me to come home, right..?" damar lirih's voice, though,

" Not waiting for me. he left." he added with a still hoarse voice.

Cigarettes that still have not had time to be smoked are on the ashtray.

" It's because of your own words, you know,

did you forget before you left what did you say?" Winda reminded Damar.

" Me.. What am I talking about? I don't even remember him anymore so angry.." Damar confusion.

Yoga who had just woken up from his long sleep due to fatigue was shocked upon hearing Kinanti was not there.

With his steps a little stuck in because of fatigue, Gopoh,

he walked towards Damar who had just come and parked his bike in front of the house.

" What did Winda say right?!" tanya Yoga touched Damar's arm.

Damar just nodded without looking at Yoga, of course still remaining annoyed in his heart, and now it was even increasing.

" What's the name of his friend?" tanya Yoga, please,

" who knows I know you? I've got a lot of college friends?" tanya Yoga with good intentions, but instead adds to the upset in Damar's heart again.

" I have no intention. The past has passed, let us be brothers and friends..

of course I know many of his friends because I used to accompany him,

and now the mas in charge accompanied him even to the end of his life..

there is no need to feel upset with me because mas is the owner of his heart,

my husband is amazing..

everybody knows that, though,

it all happened because of me..

so let me finish it.." Yoga gave Damar some understanding.

" Who is that friend?" tanya Yoga slowly,

" Dinda," replied Damar shortly.

" Dinda?? let me take you to the house?!" fast Yoga is.

" Nothing.."

" meaning?"

" i've just been to Dinda's house, but Kinanti isn't around, not even Dinda is."

" Sek sek mas? maybe it's the wrong house?" Yoga does not believe, because during her courtship with Kinanti, Yoga had several times to deliver and pick up Kinanti while staying at Dinda's house.

" His house was passing through the big dam?!"

Damar nodded, though,

" He's been moving for 3 years, only his parents are there" Damar replied.

" Lha continues? where's Dinda's parents say??"

" it's not clear, they said he had been to kalimantan, to bandung, then to kalimantan again. once a year back home."

" Who?!" Yoga surprise.

Kinanti who looked still pale looked quite happy.

Dinda invited him to find breakfast near the university area, the university was located in the Bojong soang area.

Lots of food I've never seen.

Like karedok, whipped noodles and pickled bandung are quite famous in malang.

There are more. seblak, seblak here more variants, not as he usually sees in the unfortunate that that's all it contains.

" Purchase whatever you want, fear that when you get home you're sorry." said Dinda glanced at Kinanti.

" Ah. I'm not so.." said Kinanti,

" ah.. w..?" ejek Dinda's.

" So you don't work? want to keep me company?" ask Kinanti while chewing her lick.

" i can take a day off today, but tomorrow I have to work. There's new stuff coming, I have to check it out at the market.."

" I'm coming, right?"

" The new market is so crowded, you don't suck what?"

" No, I want to see you work..

very curious about the former teacher who slammed the steering wheel so this clothes merchant.."

" yes yes yes, come along, but do not complain if it gets hot or this is it. in my shop there is only a fan..!"

" Ah you are, like me, we are the same.."

" Same what? you married a rich man I heard from a child?"

" What rich? no. Our ordinary lives are just and simple.."

" Kaya kampung kampung is different Nan..

looks ordinary..

but if the same garden soil is counted. can make people hiccups heal suddenly.."

Kinanti laughed, though,

" My husband is not so. believe me.." said Kinanti.

" Oh wes, can we just buy rice for breakfast.. or chicken porridge?"

" the porridge seems good huh Din? no fritters.."

" Yes already..we look for porridge. after that go where?"

Quintessence silence,

" Where?" tanyanya was confused,

" Would you tell me where to go?" added,

" to satay's building? to alun? to the famous braga street? or to the center by?" tawar Dinda's.

" I still want to stay here a long time, don't go to the center by the first one.."

" You're on purpose, aren't you?"

" Of course.." Kinanti smiled, though,

" Basic.yeah already.we building satay only after that to the square.." Dinda smiled as she held onto Kinanti's arm.