Damar For Kinanti

biological mother

Damar stood between his house and the newly built warehouse across from his house.

His eyes were open, I don't know what he noticed.

What was clear was that his gaze became dim as he found the figure of his daughter walking out of the door of the house and waving at him.

Throw his sweetest smile at his only daughter.

" Go in son..?!" damar said firmly,

and the little princess walked slowly into the spacious house.

A quiet home away from her relatives and mother,

the house he deliberately made from wood of his choice, so that the house looks ethnic and warm.

" So, all the goods have been put in." Umar's voice made Damar to take his eyes off his beautiful house.

" Yes, you just go back to the factory." Damar replied as he stepped away from his house and headed for the warehouse.

" That's mas." Umar's voice hesitated,

" what, just say it?" Damar continued to walk, followed Umar behind him.

" We need someone who has experience, my time is up if I use it to teach new people?" lamented Umar.

Damar's steps stopped, in the face of Umar who also stopped his steps.

" Don't accept people anymore" said Damar, making Umar look at him confused.

" Means I work alone again??" ask Umar lethargic.

" Patience.I give an experienced person a few more weeks," replied Damar calmly and then continued his steps.

Umar who was still confused of course just nodded without asking.

Factory is growing this year,

not opening branches, but Damar prefers to add some buildings so that the small factory looks even bigger.

Not until Damar steps into the warehouse, a white car that is very familiar to him stops in front of his house.

The white man got out of the car and walked over to Damar, his face looking a little grim, not as fresh as usual.

" Go back to the factory" Damar told Umar.

" Neither mas.." Umar hurriedly walked to the warehouse parking lot and approached his motorcycle.

" Come to eat?!" The sound of Yoga sounded upset.

" Eat??" Damar frowned, his forehead,

" You don't know I'm going to the barn?"

" i'm going, let's go eat some mas?!"

" there's a meal at your mbakyu?!"

" yumoh..! let's eat outside chatting?!" force Yoga.

Damar stayed in place, looking at Yoga in annoyance.

" Learn to solve your own problems, don't always bother me, you think my life is relaxed?" namel Damar.

" Where should I run but you??" answer Yoga,

hearing that Damar only sighed while continuing his steps.

" Just talk in the barn, I can't get out, my job has been delayed a lot because of to Madiun a few times,"

" Kaila want to go home??" tanya Yoga with a curious look, he followed Damar's steps into the warehouse.

" It must be," replied Damar short, the look on his face was a little faint.

" Don't you decide not to interfere?"

hearing that Damar was silent, not answering.

" Is their condition really sad?? the look in my eyes made me my heart a little. I don't know what it's called..

spoiled spoiled so Kaila is also my sister..

I didn't help her all this time because I wanted to be from the mas so as not to interfere and give any help.."

Damar arrived at the room he had specially prepared for himself to work in,

located beside the warehouse, resembling a small office, some rooms are also available for warehouse admins and there is also a decent kitchen and toilet.

" Tell me your business." said Damar while sitting down, the man seemed to be getting ripe these two years, he looked more mature and tender.

The birth of Gendhis brought much gratitude to his heart, he became a wiser man than before, but did not diminish his firmness.

Dinda was cold to me, indifferent." obviously Yoga sat not far from Damar's chair.

" Would you come with me to see Vania?" pinta Yoga, please,

" You don't need me, you alone can solve all this as long as you're firm" Damar replied.

" I think I've been pretty assertive, but he just keeps coming home??!"

" I'll give you the number of a lawyer, consult..

but, without consulting, I'm sure Vania wouldn't have managed to take Bagas any way from you,

because he had deliberately left Bagas at a real age still really need his mother.."

" I also know very well it was mas, but he used compassion to keep visiting Bagas,

she's saying..

I'm a cruel person if I don't tell Bagas who his real mother really is.." Yoga is worried.

" Ruthless? you took care of Bagas since infancy, you didn't even remarry for a long time so you could focus on seeing Bagas' development, and now you're being accused of cruelty..

I feel like you're too soft on that girl..

be firm, take legal action, please,

you should also keep your wife feeling..

Dinda good connecting mother, I saw her sincerity these two years, Bagas also looks very fond of Dinda..

don't let your ex-wife's interruption shake your household.."

Yoga seems to think,

" If it wasn't you, who would have protected your wife's child? assertive Yoga.if because of something as trivial as this you are confused, what if there are bigger problems later.." added Damar staring serious Yoga.

After talking to Damar Yoga, he decided to go back home.

It packs some of Dinda and Bagas' favorite foods.

After driving about twenty minutes from Damar's house, Yoga arrived home.

" Dear?!" yoga opens the door of the house.

There was no word until the man walked into the house.

" Why shut up...?" tanya Yoga when she found Dinda sleeping in her room.

" Which bag?" tanya Yoga again approached and sat down beside his wife who was lying down.

" It was at home to Linda." replied Dinda shortly,

" I stopped by the store, I thought it was in the store, but your staff said you haven't been to the store since morning..",

Dinda was silent, not answering, not even looking at her husband.

" I bought your favorite rawon jerky.. eat yuk?" invite Yoga to caress Dinda's back and waist,

" i've eaten with Bagas, still full, just eat first." again Dinda's answer was not pleasant to Yoga.

The man sighed to prolong his patience, knowing that Dinda was not in a good mood, this had been going on for a week,

but Yoga still relented and behaved accordingly because it did not want to add to the problem.

Angry and regretful whatever he is, can not erase his love there is Dinda, therefore he prefers to give up and accept Dinda's cold attitude.

" If you don't want to eat, we'll just go to sleep.." Yoga raised his legs and laid himself beside his wife.

The two looked at each other, but Dinda immediately turned and turned her back to Yoga.

Seeing that Yog smiled,

" I'm from Mas Damar, just call if you don't believe me." explained Yoga without asking.

" Am I asking?" dinda's voice was cold, though,

" no, but I want to tell you, I don't want you to guess.."

" what am I guessing for? do whatever you like, my opinion doesn't matter."

" Who says your opinion isn't important? you're my wife, everything about you matters?" Yoga embraced Dinda, but Dinda refused.

" Stay away, I'm sultry." said Dinda really test the patience of Yoga.

" Yes, if your anger is greater than your love for me. Just go on like that,

the important thing is I don't feel like I'm doing anything wrong..

your thoughts are too bad for me." said Yoga held back, then got out of bed and walked out of the room, leaving Dinda who was silent.