Damar For Kinanti

just marry me?!

Kinnati sat next to her husband,

" Why follow?" ask Damar to put out his cigarette.

" Home alone is bored.." replied Kinanti as she sighed at her husband's arm.

" Why.the new time in staying a while is already kangen.." the sound of Damar kalem accompanied by a shady smile.

" What do you want maem?" tanya Damar hugged his wife.

" Want to maem rujak manis..but the mas that make yes?"

" may.. send yuk to the market to find fruit.. let the mas make, then what now?"

" Yes now it is.."

" Lha piye iki. mas promise the father who wants to mupuk tomato same chili..?"

" Yes, meet first, but after that go straight home?"

" yes yes.." Damar pinched his wife's chin.

Dinda looks bothered in her back garden.

The young ash and light brown short-clothed woman was busy lifting a bucket of tilapia.

The fish he had just picked up from the pond in the middle of his garden.

" Mr mbak?! ono guests?! (there are guests)" Dinda's niece who has just graduated from Junior High is rushing towards Dinda.

" Sopo? (who)" asked Dinda still lifting the bucket and walking towards the kitchen of her house.

" Jarena koncone? (said samean's friend?)"

" sopo concoct tho Di? mbak iki ora duwe konco wong kampung kene, lanang po wedok? (whose friend is Di? I don't have any friends in this village, what man is a woman?)" dinda asked in surprise and then spilled the contents of the bucket into a black tub that was larger in size.

" Med, handsome... pacare until the most? (male, handsome...doc girlfriend maybe?)" god the Adi,

" Huss! your lamb! child talk girlfriend dating, ora ilok..! (huss! your mouth! little boy talking girlfriend, not good.!)" Dinda replied fiercely.

" Ba! yowes mbak.. zinc important wes not kandani lho mbak?! yowes I moleh..! (hemm! yes already mbak..Im important have I told you mbak?! yes, I'm home.!)" Adi passed by, while Dinda was still busy with some fish jumping out of the tub.

" Oh...!" lamented Dinda annoyed, when one fish is inserted but the other fish instead jump out.

" It's less water.try adding water.." there was a man's voice not far from him.

Suddenly Dinda searched for the origin of the sound, and how surprised Dinda found the figure of Yoga.

Seeing such a messy Dinda of course Yoga restrained laughter.

" You look very charming." Goda Yoga saw the true figure of Dinda there is no feminine now.

Not to mention that the hair in the back pigtail had started to fall apart and strands of hair stuck to his face that was alkaline exposed to water.

" You?" dinda's voice was in disbelief,

" You're what?" sahut Yoga stood with his hands folded on his chest, he looked neat with his jeans and collared t-shirt.

His appearance really makes Dinda look like a pathetic.

" Kinanti told you to? tell him next week I'll be there." insisted Dinda not focus because the fish jump again.

" Huhahaha...!" Yoga laughed seeing Dinda who really surprised him that.

There has never been a woman who looks as frivolous as this in the presence of Yoga, making Yoga even more anxious.

" I told you to add the water," said Yoga approached and lifted the tub and moved it just under the tap.

With a quick movement Yoga turned on the tap, so that the tub began to fill with water and the fish in it began to calm down.

" Okay.." teased Yoga with a sweet smile.

But Dinda instead had a sour face, he was busy getting rid of the small hair that stuck to his forehead and cheeks.

" The number is. So that person is patient, not just me, right? even the hair is full of teasing.here." said Yoga approached Dinda and grabbed Dinda's hair.

Opening the ponytail that had been messed up and then shaking it back more neatly.

So fast the hand of Yoga of course Dinda did not have time to refuse,

Dinda who was surprised by the closeness and treatment of Yoga which she thought was unusual since picking her up could only stare at the man awkwardly.

" Whoa..! turns out I'm good at hairpins too..?!" the sound of Yoga sounded happy to see the results of his work so neat.

How unhappy, his hands touched Dinda's cheeks and forehead freely while tidying up the messy strands of hair.

Not only were her lips smiling, but Yoga's heart was cheering.

" Not so next time," Dinda said after the two looked at each other for a long time.

" why? I'm just helping you?"

" yes, but if anyone sees that they can misunderstand, this is in my village, not in bandung, he said,

like not knowing the views of the villagers on a widow." explained Dinda as she walked into the house.

" You just wait in front, I take a shower for a while." added Dinda more calmly.

Twenty minutes later she came out of her room, and found Yoga waiting sweetly in the living room.

" What to drink?" ask Dinda, please,

" no, let's just go outside and talk and eat.."

Dinda was astonished by the word Yoga.

" Chat? eat?" dinda really felt weird.

" What purpose are you here for? strange to know your sweet-ass attitude?!" dinda protested with wet hair.

Yoga smiled understand, he knew..

it will not be that easy to make Dinda understand his feelings, because Yoga is determined to slow down but surely.

" What are you doing here Yog, don't think because in Bandung I was nice to you and then you were like this?!"

" i'm not saying it in bandung..

we are not children, we are old enough to be hostile..

I thought we were at peace.."

" if you're on a prank, don't you prank me?!"

hearing that Yoga took a long breath,

" Don't be too wary of me. You know I'm not the kind of guy and like to play with people's feelings." said Yoga,

" What are you doing now?"

Yoga is silent, he wants to be frank that

he is interested, but he is afraid in the value of using Dinda as an escape because he failed to get Kinanti.

" Whatever I do, I certainly have no intention of hurting you..

I want us to get along well and side by side.."

Dinda shuddered, though,

" wah.. get along well and side by side?? it's terrible to suddenly receive this kind of treatment from you, doctor..."

" the future will continue to be good even if you continue to be fierce to me.."

" Jeez.. Are you healthy??" tanya Dinda really feels strange with the behavior of Yoga.

" I've also come here to ask permission from Mas Damar.so throw away your bad thoughts.."

" bad thoughts? at you? of course a lot.."

Yoga frowned hearing that,

" What am I so bad in your eyes? can't you forget my mistake with Kinanti..

it really wasn't on purpose, what I did was just to protect her..

it's sad that you're judging me bad without knowing the reason behind it.."

the sound of yoga sounds serious.

Dinda suddenly fell silent, the situation became awkward because Yoga suddenly discussed the heavy and sensitive thing.

From the outside came the sound of the door being knocked loudly.

" Kulo new! (excuse me!)" the voice of a man, sounds very rude.

Dinda was surprised to see the figure standing in front of her door.

The old man was not much different from Dinda, his stature was manly and sweet.

" Living Din?" tanya Yoga looked at the door.

" Don't mind, stay quiet here." said Dinda with a look that arrived uncomfortable.

" Call talk Din?!" again the voice of the man was loud.

Dinda got up and walked towards the door of her house.

" What's more, we've got no business" Dinda replied in a controlled voice.

" I heard from the people you came home from, and I heard there was a rich man coming here, that's your new boyfriend?" the man's voice was heard by Yoga who was sitting quietly.

" Control yourself, it's none of your business, I'm asking for help, don't disturb my life anymore, so go." asked Dinda with glassy eyes to stifle her hatred.

" Where can it be! you divorced me unilaterally, I didn't take it long ago?! now you're as good as it is! after a long time not coming home, you came home showing off men to me?!" firmly the man.

" Well, you should be thankful that I didn't put you in jail and just demanded a divorce.

why the hell don't you just forget what happened, what passed already, don't embarrass me, go!" furious Dinda.

" Dinda! kowe iku ora tau manut wong tuo!" suddenly his mother came closer in front of the gopoh.

" Roni iki wes suwe ngenteni your crew mole! iso isone you talk koyok ngunu, koyok wong wes sugih sugiho! roni iki arepe since you referred?! your crew's lek pokem refer you ate in tukokno omah, in tukokno shop! in bandani nduk?! gelemno wes ben uripe you timid dewe?!

(Roni's been waiting for you to come home for a long time! you can say that, like a rich man! This Roni would you like to refer?! if you want to refer you want to buy a house, buy a store! given your capital, son?! do you want our lives to be good?!)" his mother said it really hurt Dinda's heart, this is because she was lazy to go home, actually she misses her village and family, but because this happens often, because it happens, he prefers to go home once a year sometimes for just a little while.

" Kaet biyen ibuk koyok ngene karo me, my mother lali I was in the idea of the idea until I miscarried? ibuk lali ben dek e mole drunk me in drag, in the jambak? (have you been acting like me for a long time, you forgot I was beaten on the stamp until I miscarried? mom forgets every time she comes home drunk I'm dragged, in the jam?)" dinda's voice shakes withholding her tears from spilling, she no longer wants to show her weakness in front of her ex-husband.

long ago in his mother's currency money was more valuable than his daughter's happiness.

The wound in her heart was so deep on her ex-husband, how could she possibly return to accept that referral offer just for a house and a shop.

He no longer wants to be a samsak, he no longer wants to suffer inwardly.

As Dinda half-dead held back her tears and hatred, Yoga who was sitting on the living room chair all over her body became stiff.

He was surprised, not expecting that the fierce Dinda half-dead to him had experienced this painful thing.

Yoga jaws stiffened, his hands clenched to refrain from interfering.

" You must not be like the foolish woman who refused my gift Din! what a bad thing being my wife you don't have to support yourself and wander around like a cash-strapped guy!

be my wife again!

I guarantee you a comfortable life!" firmly ex-husband Dinda confidently and arrogantly, as if he would be the richest.

Well, his family is a rich man in the village, but he never knew that many people are richer than him out there.

" Don't go back to her, Din?!" The sound of Yoga is firm as it rises from its seat.

Yoga approached Dinda.

" If only the house and the shop can get you, then I am more worthy of being your husband?!" yoga said firmly, assertiveness that rarely appears, but,

" Well marry me?!" take yoga very seriously.