Damar For Kinanti

my wife

Yoga sat on the side of the bed, his eyes sparkling through the window.

He saw his son sitting on Damar's shoulder.

Bagas more healthy, cheerful, and his smile more radiant series.

Damar walked towards the factory, apparently Bagas joined the biggest boss in the family working.

In his breath, not because he was not happy, he was filled with gratitude and happiness.

His son was surrounded by good brothers and sisters,

he also has an escort now.

There was nothing grandiose that he wanted, other than to live quietly and keep each other's trust.

He is determined, whatever it is, he will work for his son and his wife..

he also learned a lot from the past, that fighting with all his might was necessary.

He will not be a man who gives up easily and always obeys the circumstances as before.

The figure of Damar who always broke family rules and lived outside the comfort zone to make him understand.., men sometimes are so, although full of wounds,

he had to be a strong man to protect his family.

Damar was so simple, but out of nowhere the powerful authority appeared.

He even always lowered his head and smiled at everyone, but not lost his duty, which some people even respect him more.

Bagas is seen holding on to the hand of Damar, both of them walking on the edge of the rice field that has been seen yellowing.

" Smile of your own smile?" dinda's voice that had just come out of the bathroom made her turn her eyes to his thinly-painted wife.

Dinda's hands were busy rolling her hair in her towel.

" Your son." answered Yoga embracing Dinda who was sitting next to him,

" Bagas? he must be looking for us?" said Dinda trying to find the figure of Bagas in front of Kinan's house.

" Say who he's looking for us. It's right there.." Yoga pointed to the road, then Dinda caught the figure of Damar who was carrying Bagas on his shoulder.

" She looks happy.look at her hands and head don't stop moving around here and there." look at Dinda trenchuh.

" Have you never carried her like that??!" Dinda stared at Yoga with narrowed eyes arriving.

Yoga is smiling,

" Never?? wahh.. outrageous??" dinda's comments are cynical.

" Would you say that to your husband? there's no fear, though,

can I put it on the dinner table again?" balasa Yoga's.

" Hahh. please if you want my waist broken within a month.." said Dinda slowly.

Yoga smiled happily, then kissed Dinda's cheeks.

" His name is also on the edge." whispered Yoga.

" Have..grab Bagas there?!"

" he's happy to be with Damar's mas.."

" Don't get used to it, he'll get used to it without us..

wonder.the hobby of children's nitipins..

don't you let me leave it too?"

" from now on if you say there's no fear..

where could I possibly leave you? am I sincerely you're in the arms of people here and there??!"

" who knows, I'll only be your wife for a day?"

" hemm.. Which call did I hear last night?"

" Which one?" Dinda pura forgot, though,

" pahh... " Yoga reminds me, though,

" Others are alone.I amused myself to think about it.." Dinda threw her gaze the other way, hiding her red-coloured face.

" I'm your husband, you know? can there be amused sentences?" yoga Protest wants to be called friendly.

" We are often noisy first, it must be funny if you hear Kinan and mas Damar..?"

" Well, yeah?" haggard Dinda,

" don't want to! same dong with Mas Damar? I want something different, just different..?!" the childish side of Yoga.

Dinda was silent for a moment,

" yowes pah.." he said then shirked,

" what what??" yoga Smile is growing,

" yowes pah. yowesss.." repeated Dinda.

The mother was busy cleaning the kitchen when Dinda stepped into the kitchen.

" Sir. let's go to the same as me.." take Dinda.

" With me?!" the sound of Yoga that is fully dressed and neat.

" There I am at home even ngajak the mbak. I happen to also want a market snack." added Yoga.

" Nggih.sama mas Yoga only mbak, I want to clean this you know, there is a glass of broken milk..

when a cat comes in, huh mbak? keep the milk bottle also not closed, spilled beleber all on the table..

forgetting tho?? eman eman mbak.."

hearing the words mbak Dinda and Yoga looked at, Dinda looked embarrassed to remember her behavior on the table that was being raked by the mbak.

Unlike Yoga, his smile was so warm to Dinda, like to remind, there at the table we combined love last night.

Yoga is so aggressive and Dinda is so seductive.

Not enough of that happened, though,

I don't know how many times, and I don't know how many positions, until Dinda's legs spilled a bottle of milk and broke the glass that was still on the table.

Yoga that sees his wife's body exposed to milk spills, instead of stopping instead behaving like a child who was given candy.

The sweetness felt by Yoga certainly makes it more and more unable to stop.

Given that, of course, the desire of Yoga suddenly grows back.

The impulse he felt last night reappeared.

" Later to the market." said Yoga grabbed his wife's hand,

" why??" asked Dinda with a frown, but was insistent to come, but now instead say later.

" It looks like there's a gift you forgot to open, I'm curious about the contents..? we open now, okay?" sahut Yoga pulled Dinda walking out of the kitchen.

" Which gift? have I opened all..?" dinda refused, because she believed she had opened her card.

" Let me run myself?" Dinda stopped her steps right in the middle room.

" I'll take it easy, but now we'll talk in the room.." Yoga suddenly lifted Dinda's body.

Dinda, who was initially amazed, now knows what her husband means by talking in the room.

" I can't stand that table. I remember last night.."

yoga said, putting Dinda on the bed when she got to the room.

" Our first night was too great for me. It was still fresh in my mind and your touch was still attached to my skin.." Yoga whispers began to mingle Dinda.

" What do people say when they find the door to our room always closed?" dinda asked as her lips were momentarily free from Yoga's fondling.

" Why do you still care about the word of the person who loves you is me. who lives with you is me.." Yoga emphasized.

" I'm not the Yoga you used to be. I'm your husband now..

trust and trust me, sister..

my wife.." added Gentle Yoga.

Yoga began to unbutton Dinda's sweaters one by one, but suddenly the man rose from the top of his wife's body.

He walked over to the big window and closed the curtain quickly.

" Don't that glass look dark from the outside?" dinda asked as Yoga returned to her.

" Yes.." Answer Yoga with busy hands continue unbuttoning the sweater.

" Why are you closing?" ask Dinda, please,

" i don't want you to look the other way and not focus on me.." Answer Yoga while removing the sweater from his wife's body.