Damar For Kinanti

my sister's..

Damar traveled approximately five hours by driving his car to Madiun.

The real place he never visited.

Even though he knew there was close to a well of sarangan that was so beautiful, and people were famous so friendly.

Damar stopped his car in front of an alley.

" Come down, and ask a question." said Kinanti to her husband, his hand tightly holding his daughter who was sleeping on his lap.

Damar turned to his wife and daughter at a glance, his face looking indecisive.

" It's been two years now." said Kinanti as gently as possible, she did not want her husband to change his mind again, because previously Damar many times wanted to turn his car and return to malang.

" She's your sister, blood with you.she and her husband have proven that they can live independently according to your wishes..

isn't this year enough??" kinanti.

Damar did not answer, he rubbed his forehead which did not even sweat.

" Wait here." Damar's voice calmed down and opened his car door.

The tall man walked away from the car, and asked one of the old men standing on the side of the road.

The two were seen chatting and Damar repeatedly reviewed smiles for courtesy.

Then shortly thereafter Damar walked back into the car,

" Where is my house?" kinan asked as soon as her husband sat back in the steering chair.

" That's the second house from here, the one with the shop" Damar replied pointing to one of the whitewashed houses.

Not so big, the house was even smaller than the housing Yusuf had in poor.

The house is fenced off, and has a shop next to it exactly,

either the grocery store or what, because yoko looks like it's closing.

Kinanti could see the look in Damar's eyes that were so disappointed,

what Joseph did, why he could not afford a bigger and more decent house.

" Great and good house is not a guarantee to judge their happiness." said Kinanti as if to understand what her husband was thinking.

The two were soon silent in the car,

a motor passed their car, they,

a matic motorbike driven by a woman who is a little familiar with her stature.

In the back seat carrying a pile of cardboard tied by raffia rope, he said,

while in front of him, he carried one cardboard so that the motor was full of luggage.

Damar and Kinanti watched, and how shocked they were to see the motorbike stopped in front of the store, which he said was Yusuf and Kaila's house.

From a distance the petite woman opened the rolling door of her shop, and nimbly embraced one by one the cardboard she carried into the store.

His body is getting thinner, though,

is that really my sister.inner Damar gulped along with a sense of pain and did not believe what he saw.

" That's Kaila mas. right?" ask Kinanti doubtfully,

Damar did not answer, his eyes were soft.

After his departure a year and a half ago he never showed me his nose again.

A decision that even surprised Damar, though,

he decided to quit his studies and went to follow Joseph who got a job call outside the city.

Damar held tightly to the steering wheel of his car, upset, sad, disappointed, he could not describe it well.

" I went down first mas, carry Gendhis first..?" Kinanti raised her daughter's body slowly, then laid her on both of her husband's sturdy arms.

Kinanti stood before Kaila with a look of amazement and sadness,

kinanti's two hands full of innate tossed out somewhere, in the hug of her sister-in-law was full of longing and haru.

" Sir..??" kaila's voice trembled holding back the cries.

" Don't stand it, just cry.. That's okay, I'm your mom..??" suhut Kinanti with tears that have melted where.

" Ohimself? or with Mas Damar?" kaila asked in between her sobs.

" It is impossible to own your own mother.."

" Then with Gendhis too??" kaila asked in a hopeful voice, because the last time she saw Genphis was as a baby.

" Bi. let me clean up my house first?, Kasian Gendhis later, my house is dirty mbak, I have not had time to menggepu and menggepel, because I rushed to the market earlier??" Kaila hurriedly released Kinanti's embrace and immediately arranged the cardboard box containing the cake neatly, then walked into the house.

Kinanti was disturbed, the woman in front of him was very different from the woman he met half a year ago.

How can.. how can it be?, Inner Kinanti,

how Joseph treated him Kinanti really did not understand, Kaila's body looked thin and unkempt.

And the house he occupied really made Kinanti who lived in such a big house and deserved to be ashamed.

It feels inappropriate.he will not even eat with fullness after seeing the condition of his sister-in-law's house.

" Already..do not be busy clean clean..?" Kinanti followed and took the broom in Kaila's hand.

" Your mas must be sad to see you like this. Let me help you broom, you change clothes, trim yourself and polish your face with a little powder.." said Kinanti staring at Kaila well well.

Kaila just bowed down, she looked sad with the word Kinanti.

" You don't want Joseph to take your anger anymore, do you?? tidy yourself up fast... before Mas Damar came here??" kinanti said more calm and smooth.

" Don't forget, call your husband, try to come home to see us. Maybe a half-day permit or something.." added Kinan,

Kaila nodded obediently and walked away somewhere, maybe her room.

Damar carried Gendhis on his chest, slowly walking into the porch of the house made of black tiles.

The move is reluctant, not out of disgust or grossness,

but since then disappointment has enveloped his heart.

What he stepped on was not ceramics, but tiles..

well, the house that Kaila lives in is an old building.

Although it looks still sturdy, but from the model of windows and doors, this house is clearly visible building that is ancient.

Damar's feelings were chaotic, it felt like he could not get into the house and was even more disappointed.

" Daddy. Come in.. Kaila was changing clothes." heard his wife's voice from the front door that had been open since.

Damar looked at his wife, like there were dozens of words he wanted to say, he complained,

but his mouth could not open, his eyes were glassy.

" Welcome to my little hut mas.." the voice of Kaila who arrived just came out of his room and stood behind Kinanti made it even more powerless to resist the rumbling that had been in his custody.

Damar turned around, setting his eyes on the road, so that his sister could not see that Damar was struggling to hold back her tears.

His right hand his free finger peered at the base of his nose, intending to prevent his tears from spilling.

While the other hand tightly held the still sound Gendhis.

" Don't want to come into my house?" kaila's voice rang out again, this time right behind her back.