Damar For Kinanti

tone of tone of longs

" This is how Nan lives..

more unpleasant for me." said Dinda as she pulled a cardboard box of clothes into her shop.

" Why not use a worker to help?" ask Kinanti while helping push the cardboard.

" No. I had time to use the services of others several times, but..

well, you understand very well me having a hard time working with other people.." Dinda unpacked the cardboard.

" Wah.. child clothes.. funny cute Din..?!" Kinanti was anxious to see the skirt of the small skirt and the flowering of the flower.

" It's funny, unfortunately we don't have one yet.." Dinda laughs.

" Marry Din again, who knows if your life will be more focused.."

" Do you think my life isn't directed now?"

" Yes that's not what it means..

if you had a husband, you would no longer live as well as you.."

" A.. tired of me hearing you lecture me since yesterday, just how many days did you come..?"

grunts Dinda.

" Did I care..?!"

" careful and chatty different thin.."

The two began to get busy, Kinanti helped Dinda with enthusiasm, the look on her face was so happy to see small and colorful clothes.

" Your husband isn't worried that you've been here for days?" tanya Dinda arrived.

Kinanti's manner changed, from full of smiles to somber.

" Don't mind it, he won't be looking for me. So you don't throw me out if I'm here.."

answer Kinanti.

" gr.ck...ck.." Dinda shook her head.

" From the beginning.if you fuss with Yoga running also to my house..

now you are.." continued Dinda.

" Is this all because of Yoga?!" Kinanti snorted in annoyance.

" I wonder at myself?! I could have fallen in love with a guy like him!"

" Aahaha...! don't talk like that, you forgot how you got sick for weeks because of breaking up with him? over a year you're like a lost man.."

" Husse..! that's a time of shame?!"

" it's a shame that you've gotten better because I'm curious about your husband.."

" He is not like Yoga, much different.." Kinanti's voice arrived uninspired.

" Ah. it's a tone of longing.." Dinda laughed crisply.

" He doesn't miss me Din, why do I miss..?"

" Aahaha. ouchh.. Damn yoga indeed, if you see me see it.." again Dinda laughed, she was amused to see the look on her friend's face that clearly missed her husband.

The sun began to rise, new market conditions began to be crowded.

Many buyers or merchants are starting to arrive.

The new market is a favorite place of travelers, and traders, because they can get clothes either other goods with sloping prices and decent quality.

Dinda had long since turned the steering wheel into a trader, and she began to enjoy the fruits of her labor.

He can live according to his wishes without the restrictions that he must pay attention to when living in the poor with his family.

The heartache of her husband's betrayal made her an independent and difficult figure to manage.

But Kinanti knew very well, behind her attitude and harsh words, Dinda was a woman who was loyal and easily touched her heart.

Therefore, their friendship lasted for so long, even to this day.

" Would you go home or wait for me?" asked Dinda when she had recorded the items that went into her shop.

" With you.."

" your face looks tired Nan?"

" ah usual.. before leaving I was not healthy, but.. after arriving here I feel healthier really.?.?, what is it..?,

I'm alone in the contract for what, bored.."

" You just walk.."

" Himself? cereals.."

" uh, this old! ride an online taxi what an online taxi!"

" no ah.. just waiting for you..?!"

" I'm not a civil servant, I don't have a day off, I don't know when I can take you?" dinda said and then sighed.

" Yes, I don't go where.."

" You rarely go out, this is even the first time you've come so far..

it's a pity that you're not going anywhere..

tell you what, you know,

I have acquaintances, though,

be calm..

his house is not far from us. His mother owned the contract I occupied.."

Kinanti's face hesitated, though,

" Pay him if you're sad, but I don't think he'll want to, because all this time he's been driving me wherever he's been asking for nothing in return.."

" Did he not work?"

" He managed the rent and boarding house, had worked in an office, but stopped because he had to take care of his mother..

you know that mom gave me a snack this morning?"

Kinanti nodded, though,

" Lha.. that's his mother..well anyway? his son is good too..

he's under us a year old.the guy's polite.." explained Dinda.

" Yes already.just look tomorrow.."

" Playing into the lembang Nan.the air is good.if he is free he usually invites me to lembang.." Dinda smiled at her own smile, though,

" usually?" ask Kinanti in a search,

" Yes, if we have time.."

" Hemm.. handsome?"

" A.e., it's normal." replied Dinda smiling, saying,

" ah. moso..?"

" yeah.. handsome if you see long ago.." Dinda again smiled at her own smile.

" Eleh.your smile.." Now it was Kinanti who shook her head.

It's only been three days, but Damar's heart hurts so much.

Suppose he knew how unpleasant it felt, he could not have stayed long to leave his wife.

Damar threw away his long cigarette, and walked into the factory gate.

" Seey mas?!" greet the spirit guards see Damar.

Damar just nodded and smiled, in fact he was not interested in coming to the factory at all, but because his uncle scolded him out, he forced himself to come to the factory with the condition of the heart as normal as possible.

All the workers saw the figure of the boss that they had not seen for a long time.

Some whispered as Damar passed by.

That's probably because Damar looks thinner and a little less well-groomed.

" All the reports are in the room until the next morning." Umar's voice pursues Damar's steps around the building.

" An hour's meeting, now let me go around first." Damar's voice was flat, and so was his face.

Regrets, things that must be felt by all humans..

but I don't know what they regret.

I don't know if his decision turned out to be wrong..

Either his life doesn't go according to his plan..

Either he has treated others selfishly in his past..

and of course a lot of whether the others..

Time cannot be turned..

but people can learn to improve things,

by no longer repeating what is called a mistake..

it is the main cause of regret.

" My wife loves me. My wife loves me. She must be home..."

That sentence that adorned the inner Damar these few days.

Wherever he goes, wherever he sits.

His heart was so shaken when he heard his wife had resigned from school.

It was a job I liked very much.

But his wife easily resigned.

" What if he leaves me and doesn't come home??" he complained many times in his heart.

Never said that sentence to Vinda or anything else.

His impingement is only on the cigarettes he suctioned either have how many dozens of cigarettes in a day.

" What if I end up getting the divorce papers..??" enough thinking can make him not sleep until the morning.

Restless, scared, confused..

Damar pontang panting here and there every night,

following Yoga visit one by one a friend of Kinanti's college.

Whatever he does, even where to go with Yoga.

He soon met his wife.