Damar For Kinanti

you are indeed brothers

Dinda walked towards Kinanti's house while leading Bagas.

The boy looked delighted, his eyes unceasingly looking at Dinda with innocence and admiration.

" Om?!" Bagas let go of Dinda's hand when he got on the porch of the house, he ran hurriedly into the house.

" Om! om! um?!" the boy found his omnya who was busy kneeling his tant legs.

" Wehh.. hotshot? shower already?" tanya Damar stroked Bagas' head.

" Already! same mama..!" answer Bagas cheerfully.

" Mama?" damar asked, he and his wife looked at each other.

" Whose mom is son?" tanya Kinanti lowered her leg.

" That..! that's Bagas' mama..!" Bagas again ran out, then re-entered by holding Dinda.

" Bagas has a mother..!" so innocent the boy, pulled Dinda's hand while jumping with excitement.

While Dinda only sighed resignedly as Damar and Kinanti looked at her confusedly.

" Let Bagas play in front of the TV, shall we talk for a minute?" take Kinanti to Dinda to the guest room, where there is already Damar sitting first there.

" Where's mom?" ask Bagas when he knows Dinda is rising.

" A moment baby.. mama borrowed for a while with aunty huh?, just here.. Play first, huh?" suhut Kinanti because Dinda looks confused to answer.

The boy nodded obediently then smiled at Dinda.

Again, Bagas' smile on her made her heart feel strange.

" Now tell us. How are you really?" the voice of Damar kalem.

" You guys?"

" Yes, you and Yoga?!" sambar Kinanti.

" Is that right? you right? just this morning.. Now angry again?" Damar looked at his wife.

" Yes already.explain it, I will not be angry." said Kinanti then folded his hands on the chest, his face sour.

" I don't know where to start?" dinda was confused.

" You guys have?" ask Damar heart, heart,

" what's up?"

" that's.." Damar doesn't feel good about saying it.

" I mean my husband's sleeping, have you slept with him?" again Kinanti snatched, but her tone was calmer.

" What sleep?! don't believe the mouth of Yoga?!" refute Dinda with a reddened face.

" What did he say this morning?" chase Kinanti.

" Sleep in the real sense, really sleep, close your eyes?!" dinda was just as impatient.

" That's it.. Yoga can't be ngawur.." said Damar.

" other than sleep?" kinanti continued,

Dinda was silent, she was ashamed to admit it.

" Whoa.your residence has explained everything." said Kinanti who already knows the nature of Dinda outside in it.

" I don't want him, he's the one who's always brought himself closer to me." replied Dinda was really embarrassed.

" You've been like dogs and cats all this time, how can you? oh, my..." Kinanti held onto her forehead, she was already quite shocked today.

" Do you feel that the act of Yoga needs to be accounted for? well. I mean, even if it's not up to that stage, but still I don't think it's worth it.." Damar is actually uncomfortable asking, but he must know the extent of Yoga, because he does not want his family's good name to be polluted just because of the actions of Yoga that might hurt Dinda.

" Honest Din?! if I had to bald his head I'd be bald?!" kinanti firmly made Damar look at her, though,

" Yes yes mas.." said Kinanti while stroking her stomach.

Dinda looked at Kinanti and Damar alternately,

" I don't need responsibility, even though he behaves like a perverted man." said Dinda.

" Congratulations?" ask Kinanti, please,

" any chance he'll kiss me..

every time I refused her wish to marry she always forced me to kiss, I didn't even have the power to resist.." Dinda bowed shyly.

Sontak Kinanti looked at her husband, said the word Dinda really reminded Kinanti of the past.

" What??" tanya Damar pura did not understand the meaning of his wife.

" Well, are you really brothers? your behavior is right the same.." scorned Kinanti with a sour look.

" What behavior, ah where am I?" Damar turned his gaze in embarrassment.

" Wah.. mas forget the behavior of mas similar to Yoga is it? every time I refused my application, I always kissed me forcibly, the worst of which was before we got married..?" Kinanti squinted her eyes at Damar, she recalled what had happened.

" Huss... force what, you like it too, reply to it?" Damar doesn't take it, though,

" but the end is not it?!" Damar doesn't want to be a coercion suspect.

Both even fuss themselves, making Dinda as dizzy as it is.

" It's important that you fuss about that? while you've been fruitful..not ashamed of me?" dinda asked with a serious face making the two speechless.

" Yes, I forced you to get pregnant." Damar relented,

" but I'm also happy to be forced to get pregnant." Kinanti replied slightly blushed, saying,

hearing the confession of his wife Damar of course smiled, he did not even realize his expression now resembled a child who was given sweet candy.

Dinda shuddered, gosh, this couple.

" Is our conversation over?" tanya Dinda resuscitated the couple before her.

" Not yet!" saut Kinanti,

" Do you want to go into the room first? I'll wait.." said Dinda making Damar and Kinanti ashamed.

" It's been, we just go straight. What about Bagas?" ask Damar seriously.

" That's.. Yoga made her call me mama,

I was called like that, who refused and said no to him..

look at those innocent, hopeful eyes.." Dinda glanced at the central chamber, where Bagas played.

" That's because she doesn't know the figure of mother at all..

she was abandoned from the age of a baby,

and up to this size his mother never met him." Damar explained.

Dinda was silent, I don't know what she thought.

" Be honest with me, it's okay, I'll bless you if you really like Yoga.." Kinanti's voice softens now, it's just for Bagas' sake.

" She has called you mama.Where can I separate you? although I was upset with his father, but I loved the boy..

I'm relieved if you become her mother." added Kinanti.

" So easily your decision changed? did you forget what you did this morning?" ask Dinda wonder.

" I cannot provoke your relationship.I can think more clearly than I did this morning..

my husband gave me a lot of input, how should I think..

I shouldn't be selfish by blocking other people's good intentions." explains Kinanti calmly.

Dinda did not answer, just kept quiet.

" Please think well of Dinda..

my sister is not someone who likes to play with women..

what he did based on seriousness, I guarantee it.." Now Damar's convincing.

" Whatever you say, I won't change my decision..

I'm going to keep going back to bandung and continue my life as before." said Dinda, making Damar and Kinanti look at each other in confusion.

" But Din?" Kinanti interrupted,

" I'll assume this kind of thing never happens." continued Dinda.

" Bagas?" ask Damar, please,

" I'll look after him like my own son as long as I haven't returned to bandung" Dinda replied.

" Okay.." lamented Damar leaning his back against the shoulder of the sofa.

" If this is the end you shouldn't be introduced as his mother..

pity him.." muttered Damar heard by Dinda.

" Blame the papa mas. Don't blame me, he started it all.." explained Dinda.

Damar drowned, imagining how Bagas' response would be.

Dinda led Bagas back home, when passing by the house of Vinda, Dinda stopped.

" Mama?" Bagas pulled the end of Dinda's shirt.

" To budhe's house..!" take Bagas while pointing at the house of Winda.

" Mama has a stomachache.. just go home? okay?" Dinda does not want to add to the problem, getting acquainted with sister Yoga is something that must be avoided for now.

" Mama's sick?" ask the boy, though,

Dinda nodded, really forced to lie.

" Let's go home mommy, get papa's medicine.." Bagas pulled Dinda and walked back.