Damar For Kinanti

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" Yuck!!" Damar hurriedly ran to the bathroom.

" Yukk's? what's yukk cooking?!!" yelled Damar from the bathroom.

" Yourh..!!" fish which is usually his favorite food is now the most anti-food he eats, even the smell after fried alone can make Damar weak.

" Oh..! piye this is mas? do you usually like this fish??" yuk is confused.

" No yuk! get the fuck out of here! spray the kitchen with fragrance?! hurry Yukk...???!" Damar covered his nose with the shirt he was wearing, then ran to the terrace.

Kinanti who had just returned home from vegetable shopping at the end stall looked at her husband in wonder.

" Why?" tanya Kinanti looked at her husband's face pale.

Damar did not reply, he leaned back on the chair while closing his eyes.

" Why?" tanya Kinanti walked over and sat down beside her husband.

" Yuk..!, don't tell him to cook any more fish?!" luh Damar while massaging his head.

" Is that fish my favorite?"

" Now don't like..!" answer Damar sour.

He was very tortured, his nose became very sensitive now, even a lot of smell that began to bother him.

Kinanti silently smiled, she realized what Damar felt she should have felt.

" Thank you mas.." said Kinanti kissing her husband's cheek affectionately.

" Thank you for what?" ask Damar while stroking his own stomach that feels stirred.

" Thank you, 'cause it looks like mas's replacing my morning sickness.."

Damar looked at his wife confusedly,

" morning sickness??" Damar patted his own eel, just deserved. his body often can not be compromised, his appetite is also very disturbed.

" Mas turned out to be a true understanding husband..

if you can when I give birth later, mas also replace the pain, huh mas?

rarely, there is a husband who can replace the pain of his wife during childbirth..

the reward is heaven..?!" Kinanti pinched her husband's cheek anxiously,

" who said heaven's gift??" ask Damar seriously,

" i said that." replied Kinanti smiling widely.

Damar did not comment, he just took a deep breath, threw away his upset feelings, the smell of fish was even still stuck in his nose.

" Delivering ten children does not matter.as long as each pregnant mas replaces the pain..?"

" i am the one who replaces or not, just two..!" reply Damar firmly.

" I don't want to eat, I'm going straight to the factory..?!" Damar got up and walked out of the terrace.

His steps were so wide and fast, like there was a sense of annoyance that he was venting on the ground he was stepping on.

" Look at your dad, kid.." Kinanti stroked elus in his stomach.

" I will get married next month, no, if I can next week." said Yoga in front of Vinda.

Winda and Yudi looked at each other,

" no one can challenge me anyway, remember your promise?" firmly Yoga.

" Have you hamili?" ask Winda wonder.

" God? I'm still sane mbak?!" yoga is not accepted, please,

" then why are you hunting?" ask Winda curious.

" This woman is hard for me to get, I don't want her to change her mind for too long." replied Yoga.

" That's all?"

" A.. mbak this? time in question again why do I want to hurry fast?!"

Winda laughed at the restless face of his sister.

" Oh. has not been able to stand his appearance." said Winda half-tempting his sister who was in love drunk.

" Why don't you bring her here?"

" It still accompanies Bagas to take a nap." replied Yoga quickly.

Winda looked at his biological sister well, then asked, asking,

" are you sure you want to get married soon?"

Yoga is sure, though,

" what about his job in Bandung?"

" He's gonna move all of them here,"

" here?"

" Well, at first I'll go there, it turns out he's the one who gave up.."

" You're letting him keep working?"

" that's the condition.she said she didn't want to be a housewife, purely,"

" then Bagas?"

" i'll find a shophouse that's not too far away, he also says he won't be in the store every day..

so he can still take care of Bagas, can even take him to the store" explained Yoga.

" Why don't you find him a place in a big market or in a more crowded area?" Yudi started asking.

" No. I don't want him to be too busy..

I also want the concept of the store more towards the boutique, not the wholesaler like in bandung.."

" don't want to be too busy or don't want her to meet the crowd?"

" two of them can't be men coming to the boutique" answered Yoga, turning his eyes.

" Hemmm. If you have a merchant's wife, do not like jealousy." said Vinda.

Yoga was silent, but he replied shortly afterwards.

" I actually prefer her to return to her initial profession as a teacher,

but how else, he said by trading faster make money,"

" that's right." said Yudi who also jumped into the business of large-scale trade.

" We can educate dear." said Yudi to his wife.

" Of course, Yoga sucks for business." said Winda.

" Don't take my future wife into some weird business! I don't want her to be a full-fledged career woman?!" yoga Protest.

" Why not? a big business always starts from a small business." said Winda,

" the shophouse I bought should only be used for boutiques, not wholesale clothing stores that will spend their time and will make him meet a lot of people, I don't want him too busy, I don't want him to be too busy, I told you, right?!" yoga is serious.

" Who.. turns out my narrow-minded sister, can you usually forbid your future wife to develop her wings? you're afraid he's got more money than you?"

" no way, later if the flight is too high he forgets the land," Yoga look sour.

" Whoa... haven't you been scared.. You got a balanced opponent huh?" Winda laughed happily while ridiculing his sister.

" He's too tenacious and independent, I don't want him to forget my role as a husband,"

Yudi and Winda just smiled.

" You're really in love apparently." muttered Winda.

" love can be as big as a mountain, but it must also be as big as an ocean..

you have to support his progress, not out of your fear of breaking his wings..

that's not smart, though,

love him in a healthy way, that is the main key to the continuity of the relationship." sidelines Yudi with his advice that makes Yoga silent while thinking.

" Yes, I'll have a good day..

but, are you seriously getting married just plain?" winda.

" Dinda does not want a party that is luxurious.he said ordinary, as long as our marriage is lasting and happy.."

Winda and Yudi looked again,

" amenn. alright.I'll take care of you.." Winda nodded in agreement, the happiness of Yoga is of course his happiness as well.

Although Winda never asked, it does not mean he did not pay attention as long as Dinda here.

So a little bit he knew what was going on, because Damar was always the place to ask.

Seeing Dinda sleeping on the couch in the middle room Yoga just walked past her.

" Mom, today we go home for half a day" said Yoga to the babysitter.

" Oh, yes" replied the madam who was cleaning the kitchen.

" Bagas still sleeping?"

" mas Bagas was just thirty minutes ago sleeping..

Yoga is, however, nodding,

" Yes already.just go home.."

" yes, thank you." said the mbak put the broom.

After the mother left then Yoga approached Dinda who was rolling on the bed.

Yoga shook his head slowly after looking at Dinda for a while,

" Danger.." he murmured.

How can a woman who years ago had such short hair, and a haphazard look like a man, turn out to be this beautiful.

Her hair was long, and she looked simple and sweet.

He more often wears t-shirts and jeans, in contrast to the Kinanti which is always neat with a Tunik top or a women's shirt.

A little wild, and hard to set up, but that's what makes Yoga difficult to look away from the beginning they met in bandung.

Yoga lifts up that slender waist, intending to move Dinda into the room.

" I just closed my eyes." - Dinda's voice.

He opened his heavy eyes due to sleepiness.

" Have you spoken?" tanya Dinda wrapped her hands around Yoga's neck.

Yoga nodded and sat down beside Dinda, outlining her intention to move the woman.

" How did it go?" Dinda who is still attacked by drowsiness relaxes herself in the chest of Yoga.

" The family supports whatever our decision is" replied Yoga.

" It's good..next month, right?"

" i want it now.." Yoga stroking Dinda's hair.

Dinda who was still closed was smiling.

" I want it now. How is this.." Dinda who is still not fully aware is even a seductive fad Yoga.

" I really do. I want it now.." Yoga's voice was soft.

" Call me the ruler now.."

" h. shit, people will think you're pregnant first if we grusa grusu.." Yoga upset.

" Hemmm. I'm not even sure you can have me.." Dinda smiled faintly there was bitterness in it, but this time her eyes were already fully opened.

Yoga was silent, in his eyes Dinda who was lying on her chest was serious.

" I'll take you to the best obstetrician..

if we need to go to Surabaya." said Yoga with a voice no less serious than the gaze of his eyes.

" No need. I just resigned.." replied Dinda.

" Which doctor has convicted you that you won't be able to have any more children?"

" There was a doctor, brought by my ex-husband's family at the time..

she said it might be hard for me to have another child later on, she said she could.but the chances are small.."

" means there's a glimmer of hope, just so you're well taken care of.."

Dinda wakes up from the chest Yoga,

" Are you expecting a child from me?" he asked when his face and Yoga face were facing each other and the two looked at each other.

" I told you once that it doesn't matter." replied Yoga,

" then why do you still want me to get treatment?"

" it's because I love you. You give me a child or not up to you, but your body needs to be checked and treated if something is not right..

considering you've been treated harshly??"

Dinda did not reply, her eyes glazed over instantly.

Put his head on Yoga's shoulder,

" You really want to marry this imperfect me?" dinda asked softly, hiding the tears that flowed from the corner of her eyes.

" You're perfect, you're perfect enough as a woman..

you have Bagas, he will love you like his own real mother.he will protect you one day.Look how sorry he is to you now.don't poison your mind with things that haven't happened yet.." Yoga wrapped her arms around her, hugging Dinda wholeheartedly.

" I wonder how can I fall in love with a woman who has always chided me for a long time." murmured Yoga stroked Dinda's hair,

Dinda did not answer, only a crisp little laugh could be heard.

" I was also astonished, when I used to hate you so much." Dinda's voice was soft on Yoga's ear.

" Your hatred for me is only your love pending for me.." Yoga tightened his embrace, while Dinda smiled as she said,

" the pride of this man.."

" i'm just arrogant in front of you.."

" you haven't lost to me in the past.."

" that was before.."

" now?"

" I've lost." replied Yoga pushing Dinda's body, until both of them fell on the sofa.

" Don't worry, is there a mbak?" Dinda dodged when Yoga brought her face closer.

" I've taken into account." answered Yoga with a big smile,

" meaning?"

" i've been telling you to go home since.."

" can it be..?"

" no, what can I not do for a woman who has rejected me so many times?" Yoga drew his face closer, and met the two lips.

A kiss that is never not warm and passionate,

the more you reply, the more Yoga cannot stop.

" Have it, stop, we'll be clear?!" Dinda tried to encourage Yoga when the man was already exploring his neck and shoulders.

But the man could no longer control himself,

" I can't stop." Yoga's voice was different than usual.

Dinda who was half-dead held back could do nothing when Yoga's hand slipped into her loose t-shirt.

Without asking the man pulled Dinda's t-shirt.

Until the man is free to land his lips anywhere.

Dinda bit her lips, not daring to make a sound.

Yoga felt himself on the edge, took off the shirt he was wearing quickly and threw it on the table.

" Father?" suddenly there was the sound of Bagas, when Yoga turned his head, he was jolted to see Bagas standing in front of the door that was half open.

Similarly to Dinda, he hurriedly searched for his t-shirt, but either Yoga threw it where.

With a quick movement Yoga picked up his shirt and covered Dinda's body.

" Why are you awake, papa's son?" Yoga jumped down from the sofa and hurriedly walked towards Bagas.

" We're sleeping again, right?!" Yoga took Bagas quickly and brought him back into the room.

" Where's mom?" ask Bagas, please,

" mama in the kitchen." answered Yoga, laying her son back on the bed.

Thankfully, Bagas did not see Dinda because they both fell on the sofa opposite the door, lucky that Dinda's body was covered by the back of the sofa.

The heart of Yoga pursues not because, it feels mixed.

He clapped his head hard many times to calm himself down.

" Papa's not wearing clothes? wanna shower?" tanya Bagas innocently, looking at her papa who only had short pants.

Because all this time even at home, Yoga is bare-chested.

" Yes, I was going to take a shower.." Yoga is smiling.

" Bagas wants to be with mama, where's mama?" bagas.

Yoga buru rise, hambur,

" Yes already.call me mama?" Yoga is out of the room.

There was already Dinda sitting with a huff, her clothes were already complete.

" He's looking for you." said Yoga sitting next to Dinda.

" It was almost like my heart was out." - complained Yoga intended to lay his head on Dinda's shoulder, but Dinda quickly hit Yoga's thigh, hard, until the man complained.

" Sick to Din??"

" know the taste! did I say stop that?!" firmly Dinda then got up, leaving Yoga who was still rubbing rubbing her thighs.