Damar For Kinanti

I don't want to

" Sleep at home Yoga, pamper Bagas as much as you can." said Damar before Bagas invited Dinda home.

" Mama." Bagas voice was weak, his eyes were half closed.

" Yes son." replied Dinda while confirming the location of Bagas' blanket.

" Mommy's not going anymore?"

Dinda fell silent, this boy really made his heart not karu kaluan.

" Mama accompanied Bagas to sleep, not where?" Dinda stroked Bagas' capala gently.

" Bagas likes to have a mama." he said then really fell asleep beside Dinda.

Dinda changed her body position, laying herself comfortably on the side of Bagas.

She lamented in her heart, she was caught in a situation she had never imagined before.

The perfect yoga for a husband..

but sometimes, too perfect actually produces a lot of heartache.

He no longer wants to be disappointed, no longer wants to hold the inner burden because of household problems.

Lie if he is not interested in Yoga, but interest is not enough as a foundation in the household.

He has no faith in himself or in Yoga.

It feels like the road that he must go through if relying on love.

Although he was close to Alvian, he never thought of marrying Alvian,

too much thought, too much fear.

She is no longer a young woman, she also quite get bitter memories in her household.

The wound is too big.. He was not sure Yoga could close the wound.

At the touch of her stomach, and bad memories began to creep her up, she should have been a mother by now, and had two children..

Dinda sighed heavily many times, while looking up at the sky of Bagas' room.

She never really checked herself, but a miscarriage twice really traumatized her.

It's hard to imagine getting married and getting pregnant again.

That's all it's that's spinning around Dinda's head.

I don't know how long Dinda thought, until finally he was closed and sound asleep, so,

until yoga came.

The man was very happy when he peeked at Dinda sleeping beside his son, he already thought that Dinda would run away to Kinanti's house.

Silence she was grateful because Bagas arrived just came to her last afternoon, otherwise there would be no reason to make her settle in this house.

Yoga closed the door again, and went into his own room.

He cleaned himself, then changed his clothes in pajamas as usual.

After sipping a glass of warm water in the kitchen, Yoga again opened the door of Bagas room.

He approached and lay down beside Dinda.

Circled her hands to Dinda's stomach until Dinda woke up.

The surprised Dinda said nothing, for fear of waking Bagas up.

All he did was glare at Yoga until his eyeballs almost popped out.

But Yoga was immune.he smiled and brought his face closer to Dinda's head, playing with Dinda's hair.

" I'm tired.. My patients today are many.. Can we not make a fuss tonight?"

yoga whispers make Dinda's ears hot.

" Go to your room, or I'll make you regret it." Dinda's voice was no less small.

" Okay. mama Bagas, teganya. I just want to sleep soundly while hugging you tonight.." Yoga reply.

" You want me to grab you? like Kinanti did this morning?" threaten Dinda's.

Yoga smiled again, this time his hand turned to Dinda's face.

" Cup.cup.." Two kisses landed on Dinda's cheek.

" Don't be angry, listen to me..

since young we are a balanced enemy when it storms, so imagine now..?

I'm a doctor, baby..

my body is also quite fit,

I don't mean to be arrogant, but if you keep resisting, I can prove it.." Yoga pulled Dinda's hand, and put it in her shirt, letting the woman touch her abdominal muscles.

Dinda immediately pulled her hand and turned towards Yoga angrily.

In his eyes the man was sharp.

" Now we're even. You've been grabbing me.." Yoga brought her face closer, as usual, intending to steal Dinda's lips again.

But this time Dinda did not stay still, at the bite of Yoga lips when it touched his lips.

The man only grimaced without daring to complain.

He did not make a sound, until he could no longer bear the bite of Dinda, in the thrust of Dinda's body and in the overlap of the woman until the bite of Dinda was released.

" Do you like having a husband whose lower lip is only half?" said Yoga while enduring the pain, he can feel the salty taste of blood flowing.

" I just want to sleep, but you want to keep fighting." added Yoga.

" I want to sleep, too, but you're always teasing me" Dinda replied still with an annoyed look.

" You have to get used to it, when you become my wife, I will harass you every night." Yoga asserted, making Dinda more lazy.

He pushed the man's chest to get out of his body.

" Try it if you can." - sneered Yoga,

" I'm really going to grab you,"

the two looked at each other, one excited, one frustrated.

" You don't look at your son?"

" Then we move to my room." replied Yoga quickly.

It's getting crazy this guy! inner Dinda.

" I don't want to"

" but I want to,"

" crazy"

" yes I'm crazy about you.."

" fucking pervert!" Dinda couldn't hold back her emotions,

" I'm a pervert to my future wife,"

" I don't agree!"

" i'm forcing you."

The atmosphere was silent for a moment, words were running out, both were silent, only breaths were heard chasing each other from the two.

" Mama." suddenly there was a sound of Bagas delirious in the temporary silence.

Yoga buru hurriedly got up and released Dinda.

It is not funny if his son suddenly woke up and saw him in such a position.

Dinda who realized herself was free to walk as fast as Lightning came out of the room.

Yoga is definitely catching up with her steps,

" Don't keep arguing with me?" yoga said to the woman who sat quietly in the living room.

" You also don't keep forcing me" Dinda replied.

" From time immemorial we were enemies who never matched, we argued every time we met, he said,

so just imagine if I were your wife? don't you think we're gonna make a fuss every day?" dinda said with great confidence.

" Then and now it's different." replied Yoga no less.

" what?!"

" if you used to argue because you didn't like me, then now you're arguing because you want to hide your love.."

Degs..

Dinda was silent, she felt caught, was the look on her face that clear?.

" You feel you're perfect, don't you? so that no one can refuse you?" not Dinda if not evasive.

Yoga stood in front of the woman, looked at her well and said,

" I can't let you go, my son likes you, too,"

" It's your own fault?! you want to introduce me as his mother?!" hatch Dinda.

" Who would I introduce? whereas in my eyes only you look?!"

Dinda again silent, his heart does not karu because, like a boat that is tossed uddy in the ocean, not necessarily going where.

" Can't.." lamented slowly.

" There are many things that make me unable to." Dinda's voice suddenly arrived weak.

" Look for a girl, who is still innocent and clean..

I've had a lot of injuries, you can't imagine it.." he added.

Hearing that Yoga seemed to think for quite a long time,

Then came the heavy breath of Yoga, with heart and slowly Yoga sitting beside Dinda.

" I accept you for who you are. Have I not confirmed it?" soft Yoga voice.

But Dinda still shook her head weakly, she refused.

" I don't dare..

I really didn't dare." her voice trembled holding back her tears from spilling.

" I have sympathy for your son..

but I can't be her mother.I can't.." Dinda covered her face with her palms, not wanting Yoga to see her weakness.

" Please.I'm not a perfect woman, I can't make you happy..

let go of me Yoga,

let go of me..?" pinta Dinda started hiccups.

Yoga bowed, trying to understand every sentence Dinda, until finally he was ready, he said,

" i never tied you up, why did you ask me to take you off??

except..

you tied yourself to me, without you knowing it." said Yoga grabbed her, forcing her to lean on him.

" You're a good girl, I've known you since the girl,

the bad things that happened to you didn't change my judgment on you..

I am more amazed and love you..

so, stop rejecting me." the voice of Yoga full of confidence that he really can be relied on.

" No. I don't want to tie myself to a man anymore..

I don't want to.." Dinda was still like that, she was like she was fighting with her own mind.

Yoga did not let go of his embrace.

The more intense the cry of Dinda, the tighter the embrace of Yoga.