Damar For Kinanti

why go so far

Damar stared at the road he passed, crowded even more crowded than the poor city at night.

Well, of course.. Bandung cannot be compared with Malang.

" Where was the goal?" the sound of an online taxi driver disperse the daydreams of Damar and Yoga.

" Bojong soang" replied Yoga quickly.

" Dayueh this is a colossus?" ask the driver again.

Yoga looked at Damar.

" According to the address I wrote earlier, the university area telkom if not wrong," replied Damar.

" Ready." replied the driver who looked younger than Damar and Yoga.

" It's still far?" ask Damar, please,

" just arrived at the stone fruit.."

" How much longer?"

" about 25 minutes if it's not stuck..

isn't he here?" ask the driver.

" No" Damar replied shortly.

" Where would you know?" ask the driver continues with his thick Sundanese accent.

" Lorn,"

" oh.. poor? there happened to be a college brother in malang..

listen to the comfortable and relaxing life there?" the taxi driver smiled.

Damar did not answer, long ago..

yoga took over the conversation.

" A. the same, I think living anywhere is just as comfortable and relaxing.as long as we can put ourselves well." replied Yoga smiling kindly.

" Oh.. I heard there's no jams, huh?"

" Well, it rarely gets stuck if nothing urgent happens.."

" good atuh.." said the driver smiled no less friendly.

While Damar has since shifted his eyes out the window, he has no intention of listening to the conversation of Yoga and the driver.

Seeing the night so good,

there was a feeling of displeasure that infiltrated Damar's heart.

Can usually run to this city, let alone up to a week.

A city so crowded and so much entertainment,

"what if my wife won't come home?,

what if he's already disappointed in me and prefers to live here?,

and..

and what if he knew someone more attractive than me here?

people say that the man is handsome handsome.." Inner Damar, his lips tightly clenched restrain his anxious feelings.

His mind where, insecurity continues to appear, fear of fear that he had never felt before,

now it's like ambushing him.

Dinda take a leisurely stroll with Alfian around the resort, just to enjoy the night air.

" Kinan's tea asleep?"

" yes, he gets tired easily.not like he used to be, for some reason.."

" There is a hidden sadness." it was thrown out of Alfian's mouth.

Make Dinda's steps stop, though,

" You can even see that?" ask Dinda, please,

" of course. she is a beautiful woman, but always looks sad and sad." replied Alfian helped stop his steps.

" The same with you when you first moved here..

you always force your smile..

your face implies a deep sadness.."

Dinda bowed,

" But isn't it over? I wish the wound had started to heal.." Alfian hope.

" It's been. we've been good enough with this." said Dinda as she stepped back.

" Keep being friends? is that what you want? even though we both know that there's an interest between us?" Alfian chased after Dinda's steps.

Before long Hp Dinda rang many times, making Dinda uncomfortable.

" yeah?" dinda replied after seeing a good number calling her.

" You just look for lodging around there, in the stone canal is also a lot" replied Dinda.

" if you love and care about your wife, be patient!" firmly Dinda then press the end call button.

" Who?" ask Alfian,

" His husband? wanna pick her up?"

" i guess.."

" good..why is your face unhappy?" Alfian wonder.

" Not displeased, it's only natural that I keep my frustration on the man,

he made my friend cry.."

Alfian smiled understandingly, then pulled Dinda's hand.

" Have it. We're here to be happy..

I don't want you to get upset and feel uncomfortable." said Alfian then took Dinda back to walk on the grass and they went around under the dim lights of the park.

Damar stood at the door of the house with a huff, the look on his face that had been unpleasant to look at since now became more unpleasant to look at.

While Yoga sat on the terrace chair of Dinda's rented house.

" I also said what mas.. Dinda won't hand over Kinanti so easily..

because it used to be so, every time I made a fuss with Kinanti, Dindalah my enemy." said Yoga while aligning his legs.

" How is this.where I permit only 3 days off.." murmured Yoga later.

" Did I tell you to come?" damar's voice was upset.

" Yes no." replied Yoga slowly.

" Here you go, find an inn near here." Damar ordered.

" When it turns out tomorrow they don't go home how?" tanya Yoga is up.

" I'll wait for him here until he gets home,

you go home alone to the poor." replied Damar as he walked out of the terrace of Dinda's rented house.

Yoga can only sigh heavily while walking in the steps of Damar.

Damar stood for quite a while beside the window,

his eyes crawled through the view of Bandung, around the hotel he was occupying at the moment.

The streets he saw now looked so crowded, it seemed very pleasant to live and work here, even cafes splattered on the street, any kind of food can be found and

young young man looks so happy to enjoy his night.

At least that's what Damar caught in the last few hours.

He had dinner at a cafe recommended by an online taxi driver,

a place where young women and workers come after they work.

Damar sighed, then turned around.

She lay herself on the bed, though her eyes were not sleepy at all.

Time has shown midnight.

Even though he had more money, he,

he did not sleep in a hotel too often, even can be counted with fingers during his life.

There was nothing that required him to stay at the hotel other than job demands,

it was also related to his work as a lecturer who sometimes had to follow activities related to his teaching.

Apart from all that,

he was even comfortable with his life as a villager.

Being highly educated, having a smooth business and in the eyes of others having enough money does not make him proud and feel comfortable just like that.

He was born from a prosperous family, but the way he was raised was not as comfortable and pleasant as people imagine.

That makes him always vigilant.

Kinanti woke up from her sleep, at the sight of a wall clock still at two in the morning.

" why? nightmare?" dinda asked with half-open eyes,

he felt Kinanti's body movements, so Dinda woke up.

" Yes I dream." replied Kinanti as she held her forehead, her face confused and drowsy.

" What was the dream until I woke up?" muttered Dinda was still lying beside Kinanti.

" I dream.my husband holds a baby boy..

whether it's a baby who.." replied Kinanti, unrest ambushed him, expelling his sleepiness slowly.

" Alah. only dreams.don't be gubris,

let's go to sleep again.." Dinda pulls Kinanti's arm.

" I don't think I'm sleepy anymore. My mind is not good.." Kinta refused to sleep.

" Don't think about something that is not yet certain in excess.Your health can be disrupted.have it. lie back.." persuaded Dinda,

" How about.." Kinanti did not dare to continue, he said.

" Well what? looking for another woman?"

dinda's words really pierced Kinanti's heart.

" If you're this scared? why'd you go this far?" tanya Dinda finally got up and moved away from her pillow.