Damar For Kinanti

you know what I mean

It was late in the afternoon when Kaila entered the house that he and Joseph would occupy after marriage.

" Who's from here?" tanya Kaila looked at the cardboard boxes of instant noodles and some groceries piled up in the living room.

" Mba Nita. "joseph's reply seemed to have just finished confirming something.

His face was shabby and full of sweat, but his smile immediately flared up as Kaila walked in.

" I guess go straight home and don't stop by here first?" joseph said he took a tissue and rubbed his face.

" I'll go home tonight, I'll help you too.."

" You'll be tired from college from the morning.."

" were tired of it, no" replied Kaila put her bag in the room and then came back out.

" Have you eaten?" ask Kaila, please,

" it was noon.."

" what time is it?"h

" Yes, cook it, count the exercises..

the stove is there, the gas is in..

I bought a rice cooker, too,

but do not complain yes, because I can only buy a refrigerator that has one door,

I feel that we still need a lot so I have to shop with my heart." explained Yusuf.

" The important thing is that it can store vegetables and fish that is enough..

after all, too big stuff also takes up a lot of space." said Kaila understood.

" You're really good at entertaining me, aren't you? even though the refrigerator in your house can only hide two people.." Joseph stroked Kaila's hair.

" How was the result today?" joseph asked curiously,

" It is still in the works.This month I still get rations from mas Damar, so I will use the funds as well as possible to take care of all the needs.."

" Are you sure, honey? even though I go to college every day, I have no problem." said Yusuf,

" If I may even want to move to an open University, although it repeats from the beginning but my time can be more at home, so I can do other things.."

Joseph was silent, he seemed to think.

" It's not that you don't want to, but what Mas Damar said later..

your current campus is good enough, why move..

what does your family think of me later?

they will underestimate me for not being able to support you..?" joseph then said.

" Yet they don't care about us. And in the future you will bear everything..

I really want to help with a little bit of my tuition..?"

" We'll talk about it later..

now cook.. You said you wanted to cook..?"

Kaila nodded, though,

" i've learned sambal patching and sauteing these few days." she throws a cheerful smile.

" I haven't seen Kaila all day.." Kinanti put a cup of coffee on the table, then sat down beside her husband.

Damar was silent, not answering, he was seen turning back the bendelan containing the report.

" Don't be too hard mas.your attitude makes him low and clumsy." added Kinanti while stroking his stomach that already looks big, his weight rose as much as three kilos, his cheeks began to be full.

" Tega how.. you judge your husband what he is.." murmured Damar as he continued to read the paper on his lap.

" Well, if you're angry, you have to.."

hearing that Damar turned to his wife.

" Regaan? me??" asked Damar with a look of astonishment at his wife's words.

" hey.. "

" where?"

" Yes to Kaila and Joseph?"

" what about you??"

" at least give them a little attention?"

Damar moved his report on the table and turned to his wife.

" You're an educator, aren't you?" ask Damar seriously,

" now not.."

" but you're doing your education as an educator, you,

should you know what I'm doing right now?"

" I know.. But show me a little bit of mercy?"

" compassion will not make them mature and advance..

you know right, baby, that pampering someone is bad, bad,

and that's the greatest way to destroy..

meeting her needs, making them dependent on us, do you want them to be like that?

what happens if his life is constantly being helped? the husband will have no responsibility and the wife will only care about comfort and pleasure.

Both will not be able to survive the hardships and conflicts that will certainly occur in every married life,

I'm not cruel, honey, but this is for their own good,

you know very well that a sharp knife or sword is produced by a heavy process..

burned, forged, burned again, forged again..

Kinanti went awry, what her husband said was true, but on the other hand could not bear to see Joseph and Kaila who were ignored every time they came to find Damar at his house.

" What if they misunderstand and hate you one day for thinking you threw them away?" ask Kinanti slowly,

" no problem. they can hate me like anything, as long as they can grow into a better figure than now..

mature, responsible, and independent of course.." Damar replied calmly.

Yoga just finished taking a shower, he came home pretty late, whatever he was doing out there.

Wah. I will get married tomorrow. Inner Yoga while looking at the living room that has been decorated beautifully with cloth and flowers arranged in such a way.

After a long time observing his beautiful living room, Yoga walked to Bagas room, especially if not to catch up with Dinda.

But the one who wanted to be followed apparently had not fallen asleep, yet,

when Yoga opened the door, Dinda was busy playing HP and was laughing at her own laughter.

" Chating who?" tanya Yoga is approaching,

" Ah. ordinary friend," replied Dinda casually,

" friends? this late? male or female?" tanya Yoga sat down beside Dinda.

" Gosh... journalists lose you know..?" Dinda got up and sat down,

" Aren't you tired? after the shower, you want to go to bed?" tanya Dinda looked at the wry face of Yoga.

" So tired, sleepy, but seeing you busy chat while smiling my sleepy smile is gone, my fatigue is also gone..

change in annoyance."

" Why upset?" dinda asked deliberately to make Yoga even more upset, withheld his smile.

Seeing the insensitive Dinda Yoga took HP in Dinda's hand and left.

" Goshaha... What the hell is your behavior?!" Dinda went along, left Bagas who was already sound and pursued the steps of Yoga.

" Can it be, when tomorrow you want to get married?!" sumpul Yoga walked into his room.

" What am I wrong??" ask Dinda, please,

" What's wrong? intentionally making me jealous?!"

" crazy? don't be weird Yoga, especially what makes you behave like this?" lamented Dinda sat on the edge of the bed, while Yoga stood stiff beside the window of her room, he stared out the window with Dinda's HP which he still held tightly.

" So I'm always childish in your eyes?" ask Yoga.

" come on Yoga. You know I've chosen you. What are you worried about?"

" what am I worried about?? you've made a commitment to me, but you're even chatting with someone else?"

Dinda laughed a little hearing that, though,

" Learn to control yourself.Can't you be jealous of everyone?" advice Dinda.

" Go to sleep, I don't want to talk anymore!" firmly Yoga.

Dinda wailed,

wah. really angry. Inner Dinda.

With a calm step Dinda got up and approached Yoga,

in his arms the man from behind.

" Listen to me. We become husband and wife tomorrow, you should understand that it's a decision that doesn't play for me..

it's impossible for me to sacrifice my marriage just for chating is not important with other men." said Dinda,

" Then this?!" Yoga throws Dinda's HP over the bed.

" That's the point of asking in a good way..

I wasn't crazy chating a man last night.."

" then?"

" Look at myself. I was joking with Kinanti.."

" You're lying!" firmly Yoga.

" that is if you continue to not believe..

why get married tomorrow if this kind of thing can shake you?"

" I don't waver, I still love you and won't let you go?!

it's just that my heart can't take it if you pay attention to another man even if just a little?!".

Dinda let go of his embrace and moved away,

" the jealousy has its limits.not blind." said Dinda then walked out of the Yoga room with disappointed steps.

Yoga who had been jealous was not clear began to realize that he was a little outrageous.

They will get married tomorrow, Yoga should be able to manage his feelings so as not to overflow like this.

He realized that there was a lack of confidence that he felt since meeting Dinda.

However, Dinda's figure is different from Kinanti, Dinda is more dominant and independent.

As a man Yoga feels uncomfortable having a wife who is too independent, especially if his wife is smart to make money. That kind of thing sometimes haunts Yoga.

Yoga turned around and chased after Dinda's steps.

" I was wrong.." Yoga pulls Dinda's arm.

" What's wrong?" tanya Dinda seems lazy, though,

" it is wrong not to believe in women who will live with me, wrong for not being good at controlling my feelings..

I'm jealous, but it only happens to you.." Yoga pulled Dinda into his arms.

But Dinda was not excited.

" Once it is, forget it. You can check my HP until morning." said Dinda let go of Yoga's embrace and walked back to Bagas' room.