Damar For Kinanti

I'm not worthy

" I don't need medicine, just elus my head.. " Yoga rests itself on Dinda's lap.

Without a chance Dinda refused her thighs have been made a pillow.

" Come on. I have to work another two hours." said Yoga pulled Dinda's hand to touch her head.

" Don't you go over?" persemat Dinda ketus,

" Work what? mas Damar told you to help treat me, right? the medicine is not just the one that is taken.."

" don't make it up."

" to me the most potent remedy now is your touch, for my heart hurts more than my head,"

" are you weird again?!" Dinda tried to get up, but Yoga did not want to move, he still lay his head.

" You didn't ask why?" says Yoga,

" What is that?!" Dinda was anxious, if only his head was not in the hatch of Kinanti so hard earlier, he would have removed the head from his thighs.

" Why does my heart hurt more than my head?"

" don't know," replied Dinda indifferently.

" Substantial... insensitive, how does my heart not hurt..You do not acknowledge what we have done, nor do you help me when I am persecuted by your friend?!" yoga pulled Dinda's hand back to touch her head.

" Have mercy on me a little bit." Yoga's gaze begged.

Dinda could only sigh, then stroked the head that was above her lap.

" You're the only woman." muttered Yoga with a smile,

" otherwise?"

" who once stroked my head in addition to my mother of course.."

" Ah, sucker.."

" really.mbak Winda never.."

" ah. who believes.." said Dinda still rubbing Yoga hair.

" Tell him yourself if you don't believe me.."

" what do you want to say.."

Yoga said nothing more, he looked very comfortable in Dinda's lap, even almost asleep if he did not hear the sound of Bagas entering the house.

" Pope.." Bagas approaching, please,

While the caregiver looks surprised to see his employer in the lap of a woman.

" Wapunten sir.(excuse me sir.) let me take you to Mbak Winda again..?" the nanny lowered her eyes.

Dinda who saw that immediately pulled her hand from the head of Yoga.

" No need, let him be here. until he continues his work in the kitchen.." Yoga wakes up from Dinda's lap and welcomes her approaching son.

" Papa's getting up in the afternoon?" tanya Yoga sits her son on one of her thighs.

" yes. papa is lazy." answered Bagas plain, please,

Yoga laughed when he heard it.

" Papa's not lazy, but papa's with mama.."

yogas replied stroking his son's head.

" Mama..?" tanya Bagas was confused, since his view was not separated from Dinda even though he was in the lap of Yoga.

" Yes.mama.this is Mama Bagas.." Yoga grabbed Dinda's waist and pulled her closer.

Bagas's face was confused and curious, he looked at Dinda with a strange look.

" You can't fret..!" whisper Dinda pinches Yoga arm.

" Ohh..!" complain Yoga pain,

" Call mama dong?" Yoga does not matter.

" Don't play your son, pity tau!" Dinda was still whispering and this time the pinch was louder, making Yoga grimace while rubbing his arm.

" Mama.." Bagas' small voice made the atmosphere arrive strange.

Dinda froze, so did Yoga.

" Bagas has a mother..?" the boy's voice again, made Dinda goosebumps, there was sadness that crawled his heart, a heartache that could not be explained.

" Bagas has a mother from now on, just like everyone else." replied Yoga touching her son's cheek.

" Father?" the boy looked at his father, as if to be sure.

Yog nodded, though,

" yes. mama." said Yoga.

" Bagas has a mother..?" repeat the boy again,

" Paas hugged my mom?" tanya Yoga glanced at Dinda who was really frozen, the woman was silent while throwing her face, she did not dare to look at the little boy in front of her, she was afraid, I don't know what she was afraid of.

His hand gripped his own thigh, wanting to run away from the living room it felt.

But if he runs away now.how the child feels.., Dinda's mind is turbulent.

" maybe?" ask Bagas to his papa, please,

" of course I can.." Yoga took Bagas down from his lap.

With a step of shame and fear of fear, Bagas approached Dinda who was looking the other way.

" Don't you want to have a mom?" tanya Yoga again when she saw her son was still afraid to get closer to Dinda.

" Want to papa." replied Bagas while nodding,

" good mom ?" ask the boy again because Dinda won't look at him.

" Of course you're good, try calling." said Yoga reassured his son.

Bagas stepped before Dinda, still with a fear of fear.

" Mama..?"

Degs..

Dinda was struck by a strange feeling, which had never been felt before, so she was unable to interpret what kind of feeling she was feeling.

All he knew was how sad and loving the little creature before him was.

Those innocent and innocent eyes were expecting a reply.

" Mommy doesn't want Bagas?" a voice that really broke Dinda's heart, inevitably Dinda's gaze turned to the boy who was standing before her.

" Mommy doesn't like Bagas?" bagas's voice again.

Dinda was heard breathing many times, her chest felt tight every time she heard the boy speak.

The hand that had previously gripped tightly on his own thigh, was now raised, sighing both of Bagas' arms.

He looked at the boy, shady..

" Mama..?"

" I. yes son." answered Dinda at last.

" mama where? Bagas alone continue to be the same papa?"

Dinda's heart as in verse.who could hear that, there is pain and longing stored in Bagas' voice.

Can no longer hold back, even though she is not a mother, her heart is still touched,

his tears just burst forth, without will, without will,

with a heart in his hand Bagas pulled into his arms.

And without asking for a hand Bagas returned Dinda's embrace,

The little hand that had never felt his mother's touch since he was two weeks old.

Oh. how loving.how could I refuse him..

Inner Dinda was churned by that little man who was so similar to Yoga that.

Yoga training, yoga training,

silent grateful to see that, of course moved..

it was mixed to see Dinda and Bagas hug and talk to each other, like a mother and her son.

Yoga is getting ready for work.

He took the car keys in the drawer next to the TV, coincidentally Dinda and Bagas were sitting there.

" Papah leave, baby, Bagas at home with mom, huh?" Yoga kissed his son's forehead, then moved quickly to Dinda's forehead.

Dinda stared at Yoga, Yoga tau it was a protest look, but Yoga just threw a sweet smile, then walked out.

Upon arriving at Yoga in the garage, Dinda's voice stops her.

" Don't go too far!" firmly Dinda with a stifled voice for fear of being heard by Bagas.

" I have to go to work, we'll talk later tonight." replied Yoga calmly.

" If you don't see your son I've slapped you this sassy one!"

" tap.but after that let me go to work, said Yoga kalem while thrusting his cheek at Dinda.

" Splap me as much as you do, I won't retaliate.."

Dinda clenched her lips in restraint.

He was very angry with the behavior of Yoga.

" What kind of father are you? you're happy to give your son false hope?!" kecam Dinda's.

" I'm gonna make it real, so it's not a false hope,"

" Aren't you sane?!"

" Yes, I'm not in my right mind." replied Yoga still calm, glaring at his loving eyes at Dinda.

" I don't approve of any of your plans! so don't treat me like I want to!"

Yoga smile, yoga smile,

" I don't want another woman to be the mother of my child, don't you love me if I choose a woman wrong and make my son sadder?"

" You used your son to pressure me?"

" before Bagas met you I could already suppress you" Yoga approached,

" you?!" Dinda backed off, though,

" why? i why?" Yoga is moving forward.

" You think you're influential?" Dinda held back Dada Yoga because she had run out of steps to retreat, behind her only remaining wall.

" If you loved me, you wouldn't do this?" said Dinda.

" I'm like this because you keep running from my feelings,

I'm not a young man anymore, you and I are the same two people who were married, just as full of the bitterness of love and home.

I want to marry you not just out of love or lust,

many things have been taken into account." firmly Yoga wrapped his hands around Dinda's waist.

" I don't deserve to be your son's mother, I don't deserve to be, she deserves a better mother than me?!"

" what kind of mother do you think you deserve?

that pretty?

the rich?

busy with himself?

who is more concerned with his appearance and association?

a woman like her real mother? who thinks more about himself than his responsibility to his son?"

Dinda was silent hearing that.

" I will make you happy.I will not promise,

not just a year or two of marriage, but until we get old.."

Both views..

it is like there is a great magnet from within Yoga, which always manages to shake it.

But suddenly Dinda realized and threw away his gaze quickly.

" I told you I wasn't worthy." Dinda's voice was quieter.

" You're an educated and insightful woman.You're just covering yourself up to look unattractive in front of men..

and I know why, though,

there's a big wound here.." Yoga pointed at Dinda's chest.

" It's that wound that's causing you to always run away from me..

you're afraid of being tied up in a marriage because you don't want any more heartache.. aren't you?"

" Don't know about me..?!" Dinda stared at Yoga firmly.

Seeing Dinda who was always angry at him made Yoga anxious, presumably still the same as when she was a girl.

The difference is, Yoga was always upset and replied to the word Dinda.

But now, nagging like whatever Dinda is, Yoga just smiles, the more anxious you look.

Yoga that sees Dinda so close, of course, does not want to waste the opportunity,

in the stolen lips of the dead woman defied it.