Damar For Kinanti

Don't be so good..

Kaila and Joseph looked unsettled, both of them occasionally looking at each other and then bowed.

" I don't want to be pretentious about organizing your household,

but I feel I have given enough time to prove Joseph's ability as a husband,

I don't really have a problem with a simple life, I like it..

but I'm troubled by the setbacks I've witnessed recently.."

Damar did not look at his sister and sister-in-law, he just continued to stare at his yard while occasionally smoking his cigarette.

He really shows his wife as the oldest son in the family.

His growing age and status as a father now made him wiser and more heartened.

" I'm not compromising with you guys,

so get back here, then,

there are a lot of repairs you have to make..

I opened a new warehouse, and in need of experienced manpower, you can work quietly under my auspices..

and you're Kaila, after your husband works at my place, of course I'll try to give him a decent salary so that he can support you to continue your education,

how could I let you off with your interrupted education,

that's a burden to me even if you're married..

so obey..

after Kaila's education was completed, she,

want to jump to Africa is up to you.." explained Damar calm and firm, making Kaila and Yusuf really silent.

" And mother's thing, your mbakyu has told me everything..

stay in your original home..

mother's matter, let me take care of it." Damar said calmly, saying,

" mother will keep looking for me if she finds out I'm in the poor." muttered Kaila,

" Are you not sure of my abilities?

I dared to act like that to you because I knew I ignored you after your marriage,

that's why he dared to be nice..

never mind..

finish your school, let your husband work..

while learning to pioneer his own business here," This time Damar looked at the two seriously.

" Have I said?? rest up?!" tegur Yoga closed the door of his room in a meeting.

He just came out of the bathroom and was still wearing his towel,

but his wife knew she had taken a bath in another bathroom and had even changed her clothes.

" I've been good, I've been sleeping for a few days, it doesn't feel good." said Dinda sitting in front of the dresser and began to decorate her face that was still a little pale.

Yoga grabbed the Lipstick held by Dinda, the man looked furious.

" I wonder, this sick sick person still wants to go to the store,

and again this red lipstick you want to show me who?!" Yoga stood before his wife with an annoyed look.

Dinda did not rub Yoga, she took another lipstick, and rubbed it quietly on her lips.

" You really don't care what I say anymore?" Yoga approached and sighed at Dinda's chin to look at her.

" My job was delayed because I was sick for days, so it was only natural that I wanted to go to the store right away,

there are some things from the bandung that I have not dismantled as well,

" Your blood pressure is low, did you know that being let on can also be dangerous? moreover, you like to ride the bike where, where,

I'm surprised.. How glad you're making things difficult for yourself?"

" it's my job,"

" from the beginning I didn't oblige you to work?!"

" i don't want a foot barge at home,"

" You're the hostess of this house, want you a foot barge or something.it doesn't matter..!"

" But I'm not comfortable that way,"

" uncomfortable or scared?"

The two look at each other, highlight Yoga search, while the look of Dinda's eyes looks unacceptable.

" What should I be afraid of?"

" do you know better what you're afraid of?!"

" you're starting to bullshit.." Dinda got up and took her handbag.

" Aren't I done talking?!" Yoga took the handbag.

Getting such treatment Dinda stared at Yoga in disbelief.

" You're getting arrogant." sizzled Dinda,

" You are arrogant, I am your husband." Yoga replied in a stifled voice.

" Don't do me any good." remember Dinda,

" you're not as good as you are, I love you..?!" Yoga throws the handbag over the bed, a little rough.

" Shut up at home, or I'll knock that shop down!" strictly Yoga, he looks really angry.

Dinda sat down on the bed, on the valves of her lips tightly to hold back the upset.

He prevented his tears from spilling, there was nothing he could do now but silence.

Yoga who felt Dinda had calmed down, immediately picked up some clothes in the closet.

While dressed he said,

" your attitude goes back to how we were getting married in the first place,

hard to calm down and hard to believe in others." Yoga is still upset.

" I marry you because I love you, want to make you happy, prosper you, he said,

not to see you're hard at work, though,

remember our agreement..

you can run the store just to kill your boredom." Yoga, fully dressed, walked closer to his wife, who was sitting quietly on the edge of the bed.

" Don't make me jealous, whether it's a shop or a man,

focus on your husband and child." firmly Yoga approached, he wanted to kiss Dinda on the forehead, but Dinda dodged it by distancing her face.

" Look how stubborn you are, and I act like this for your good." Yoga shook his head as if he did not understand what his wife was really feeling in the heart.

" I know you're on the moon, but I don't think that's enough reason to explain your cold attitude these few days." Yoga seeks to understand, and expels far away its bad thoughts.

" Oh, I won't touch or kiss you if you don't want to,

but the shop, though,

just be careful if I leave later, you also quietly leave, too,

I'll warn the mother to keep an eye on you." Yoga folded his shirt arms, tidied himself up in the glass for a bit, then walked away without a kiss or saying goodbye as usual.