Damar For Kinanti

still scared

Yoga opens the door,

" Thank you." said Dinda walking in, passing Yoga just like that.

Yoga did not comment, just looking at the woman from behind.

" Bagas?" asked Dinda when she saw Bagas' room was empty.

" Don't you remember Bagas?" tanya Yoga is sitting on the middle sofa.

" Where's bagas?" dinda asked no questions about Yoga.

" Sleeping in my room, she's looking for you, so I move her to my room" replied Yoga flatly.

Dinda walked into the Yoga room, after opening the door she did find Bagas.

" I slept in Bagas' room.." Dinda closed the door and walked back to Bagas' room.

Dinda sat by the bed when she changed her clothes.

Something was strange, he thought,

Yoga was silent, even very calm, he did not invite her to argue as usual.

This is true beyond belief, he deliberately went home at eleven o'clock to provoke the emotions of Yoga, but instead of being angry, the man was sitting calm and ordinary.

Dinda who was tired because it was long enough to turn around with Joseph and walk the streets around the city, lay himself on the bed Bagas.

The smell of hair perfume and eucalyptus oil is attached to the pillow, very fresh..

he was no longer a baby, but he still smelled adorable.

Dinda closed her eyes, intending to go to sleep.

But he felt someone sitting next to him.

" How was dinner with the ex?" the sound of Yoga makes Dinda immediately open her eyes wide, how Yoga can know Yusuf is her ex, the inner Dinda.

But already..let's just it, it's better?.

" I'm tired.let me sleep." Dinda turned around, not intending to answer.

There was no sound of Yoga answering, but it felt someone was lying next to him.

" Sleep in my room with Bagas, let me sleep here." Yoga's voice shriveled as he closed his eyes.

Dinda was silent for a moment, but before long she woke up, in her eyes the man who had been lying down and his eyes closed, Dinda found a face that was so calm, not as usual.

Ah... Wouldn't it be good if he calmed down and didn't attack me every chance like yesterday?, Dinda convinced herself that it was something she should be grateful for.

With a calm step he moved away from the bed, leaving behind Yoga who had either gone to sleep or not.

Yoga out of the room, he looks neat and handsome of course.

" Papa departs yah ganteng.." pamit Yoga approached Bagas, then kissed his son's forehead.

" Yes papa." replied Bagas smiling, his mouth full of food, because Dinda was indeed bribing him.

After kissing Bagas Yoga passed just like that.

Dinda was silent, a little surprised..

what happened. he can't kiss on the forehead anymore?

during his stay here, he got it every morning.

Yoga didn't even look at Dinda and just left.

There was a sense of discomfort running through Dinda's heart.

The cold and indifferent attitude of Yoga inexplicably caused pain in his heart.

" Mama?" the voice of Bagas who asked for a mouthful of rice again resuscitated Dinda.

" Mama..?" call Yoga again,

" Where's my mom from? Bagas wait until Bagas tired.." asked the boy by chewing his food.

" Said papa... mama shopping... long time shopping..?!" bagas' face looks dirty.

" Yes.mama shopping." replied Dinda with a smile, smiling,

" quickly finish the food, we walk today?"

" Road road?"

Dinda nodded, she felt guilty, therefore she wanted to please Bagas today.

" yes mama?!" the boy replied looking happy.

It was late afternoon, but Yoga decided not to go home.

He entered a shopping mall and after a swivel turn, he decided to enter one of the shops.

" Mister doctor?!" greet a mother who is about 45 years old.

It looks beautiful with full jewelry on her left right wrist.

" It's me, Miss Dea, I live in a residential area near the doctor's clinic..?"

Yoga smiled and nodded, trying to be as polite as possible even though he did not really remember.

" Who.. doctor wants to find a gift for a wife?"

" Look at me." replied Yoga again reviewed a smile.

" I recommend here doc.. the goods are beautiful pretty. not outdated anyway if said young people now.." ma'am Dea half whispered.

" Oh..so, ma'am?"

" yes..! I'm done shopping, doctor happy shopping huh..!" the middle-aged woman smiled as she patted Yoga's arm, then walked out of the store.

" Good afternoon.can we help you sir..?" a waiter of the shop welcomed Yoga.

" Want to find a necklace, ring, or earrings?" ask the friendly waiter as Yoga begins to see a glass display case full of jewelry.

Dinda and Bagas had just returned from their path.

They brought some by for Kinanti.

" Has it..?!" kinanti said opening a cake made by Bagas for her.

" What time did you come home last night?" ask Kinanti curiously.

" Eleven o'clock.."

" whack?!" kinanti's voice was loud in Dinda's ear.

" You don't know how dizzy my husband is taking care of his sister after you leave?!" kinanti.

" no more so Din?! you made Yoga and Kaila fight..?" kinanti's face was sour.

" Cause of me?" ask Dinda lightly, though,

" hey! there's no way they're not jealous to see someone they like go with someone else?!"

" Ah.why did you come along anyway.." lamented Dinda.

" Not following along, but my husband who is dizzy because he must always advise them,"

" is Yoga a child should always be given advice?"

" Yoga and Mas Damar are basically very close, every time he worries about something he will look for mas Damar?"

Dinda did not answer, put her body on the sofa.

" Tau like this I'm not going home to the poor..

my head's dizzy, "he lamented,

" let's not cat cat cat with Yoga.."

" how's the cat?"

" you seem to want to, but when you're chasing you, you run.."

" Nan." Dinda's voice began to get serious,

" have you ever beaten your husband?" ask Dinda, please,

" Don't get Din?!"

" ever been despised and demeaned?"

" don't let me say it!" Kinanti did not even want to hear the sentence that Dinda said.

" You know I lost my son twice..?"

" enough?! I know.. such terrible things do not you discuss anymore, just make you hurt?!" firmly Kinanti.

" It's not about it anymore, but people think that what I'm going through is nothing..

it's a lie that I don't have any taste in Yoga, let alone that kind of physical contact..

but my love is too small in comparison to my fear.."

" more precisely what are you most afraid of?"

" Of course in vain again." replied Dinda look bitter, his gaze was not excited and dim.

" I want to believe in Yoga, but every time he touches me there is a concern in my heart..

I don't know, what because it used to be too often in kasari or how..

I love Bagas..

i loved him..

but my fear will make our marriage unhappy..

I will always be was and not believe..

Yoga is good-looking.."

" You're beautiful too!" sambar Kinanti's.

" Yoga is also an affluent and well-established male.."

" You're well established too! you can make your own money! don't look down on you?! it sucks you Din! as long as we're friends you've never been this thick?!" Kinanti was really upset, Dinda spoke as if she was a useless woman who did not deserve to be paired with Yoga.

" Look at you?! your face is beautiful, your body is also good, you are also tall, educated, can make your own money anyway.!, you are also..!,

this short me cannot even be compared to you, so stop demeaning yourself?!" added Kinanti still in an annoyed tone.

" Your husband loves you Nan.. What are you afraid of?" dinda's voice was slow, though,

" Yoga is so for you! what are you afraid of?! just make a prenuptial agreement if you're scared! don't make yourself complicated?!"

" ah. you're this. It all seems easy to you.."

" just so you know, I used to be too..! because of the betrayal of Yoga I also rejected mas Damar many times under the pretext of fear,

but the truth is everything is going well..

in the household there's definitely a problem, but as long as she doesn't cheat and beat you I think it's acceptable?!"

Dinda seemed to think, she silently did not answer.

" You've known yoga for a long time, right? whatever whistles you guys did he ever say dirty or demeaning you? even hit you?

you're so draining of his emotions, though,"

Dinda was silent,

" That's fine before you go back to Bandung, don't be sorry..

I don't want you to fall for another man who hasn't been clear about his weight seedlings,

Yoga hurt me once, but he was basically kind and gentle..

Look at that little boy too, he never saw his mother, he did you mama with so much happiness, all his hopes have been hung on you..

and if you really can't have any more kids..

won't Bagas be the mooring of your heart, your encouragement.. ?".