Damar For Kinanti

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Damar carried his daughter while researching one by one large wooden logs that had been neatly arranged in the warehouse.

" Whack.."

" hemm." replied Damar quietly,

" whack..."

" dalem dear. soon delivered to mom, you want to see the wood for a while yes." said Damar while stealing his daughter's cheek.

" I'm sorry sir. I put the report on my father's desk.." Someone approached,

" hemm. yeah, take the report from the back shed, too,

let it be, guys,

because this afternoon I'm not in place.."

" yes sir," replied the young man before Damar, nodding and immediately walking towards the back shed, where wood of different types and sizes was placed.

Damar stepped into his courtyard, still with gendhis in his hand.

" Lunchtime is mas" Kinanti's voice from inside the house.

" Nah maem first, same mother.." Damar dropped his daughter off her trunk right after passing through the door of the house.

" Cooked opo Nan..?" tanya Damar stopped in front of the kitchen door, watching his wife who was moving side dishes onto the plate.

" Same vegetable pepes fish, there is corn omelet and mendol also.."

" wahhhh." Damar's face was glowing, and he was,

" Hayuk hayukk maem..!" Damar hurriedly walked to the dining table, carried Gendis and sat Gendhis in his lap.

" Gendhis maem opo iki..?" ask Damar to Kinanti who put some dishes and sat not far from him.

" it has been prepared its own vegetables and fish..

here nduk. same mother, father let maem.." Kinan lifted up Gendhis body and moved it into his lap.

" aem. endhis aem." said the little girl who had not been perfect.

How glad Damar was to hear his little daughter's speech.

The spirit seemed to increase and increase when he saw his daughter chattering.

" Later mas have to go to surabaya Nan." said Damar in the middle of his meal.

" To Zulkarnain's factory?" ask Kinanti while feeding her daughter.

" Yes, he complained several times.he said there was a wood riject, he said,

though the delivery I've been watching is good.."

" there may be negligence from the gold worker?"

" i didn't know it was right. That's why I felt I had to come..

if there is a misunderstanding, it should not be straightened out immediately..

I don't want to lose her trust.."

Kinanti nodded slowly,

" Yes, be careful with whom if you may know.. Umur?"

" no.. I invite Yusuf.. count the study... ya tho?"

" right.." said Kinanti smiling.

Joseph and Kaila passed through the rice fields which he had not seen for more than a year.

Damar's paddy field stretched green.

The wind blew as if welcoming Kaila who was raised in that place.

" Why?" joseph asked as his wife's face looked sad.

" No. I just feel homesick." answered Kaila quietly.

" Of course, you grew up here.." Joseph smiled understandingly.

Put the car in the Yogic yard.

" Mom didn't..?" ask Yusuf, please,

" Is that still so?"

" that is his life." answered Kaila out of the car, driven by Joseph.

" To Mba Winda first, or to Bagas?" ask Yusuf, please,

" To Ms. Winda first, after that we come here.."

" Yeah., but I'll stay? I have an appointment with Mas Damar.."

" hem. yes already." replied Dinda walking towards the house of Winda.

Yoga purposely came to Dinda's shop,

during his lunch break he wasted to see the condition of the store without its owner.

" Mom not well, sir?" ask one of the workers at the store, please,

" no. let me rest." replied Yoga sitting in Dinda's work chair.

Inadvertently the eyes of Yoga found a pile of clothes that are still in a large plastic wrap.

" That's new stuff?" tanya Yoga is curious.

" No sir, we dare not open, because every item comes my own mother who checks it,"

" as much as that mom check herself??"

" yes sir. mother who checks all goods in and out without exception..".

Yoga nodded slowly while thinking.

As he was thinking, a man appeared that caught his attention.

" Where's your boss?" asked a man with a tall body and white skin, his age does not look much different from Yoga, grooming neat, climatic..

" Mommy is not in place earlier I have explained on the phone sir if the mother is not in place." explained one of Dinda's employees.

" Where is that place??" asked the man in the light blue shirt, looking annoyed.

Yoga looked at the man from his seat, about five meters away from the man standing,

Yoga looked at him from top to bottom.from bottom to top.His gaze looked displeased there was a male figure who could be said handsome equivalent to him, it was, and clearly his posture is higher.

" Mom's sick sir, so sorry.."

" is there a number I can call other than the store number?" the young man asked a little.

" No sir. we ourselves do not know the mother's phone number. Sorry, just to the store number, later let us inform you if you already have one.."

" gr..!" I heard the man grinning.

" Yes, tell me your boss Rakha is here, if you're well tell him to call?, he has my contact..?!" firmly the man.

While turning around the man glanced at Yoga, the two of them had a chance to see each other,

but the man named Rakha did not understand Yoga,

he just passed by without caring or wondering who Yoga is and why sitting at Dinda's desk.

After the man named Rakha left the shop atmosphere became quiet, the workers no one dared to talk, and more impressed to avoid Yoga.

" Do you know who that man is?" tanya Yoga finally itches.

The officers looked at each other,

" you know, instead of answering, look at each other..?" Yoga waiting for answers.

" That's sir.he usually takes the big party from mom.." one of the senior employees ventured.

" But why does it sound like you're getting to know your mom?"

" it's the guy like that sir, but I only have business with him sir..

that's why my mother forbade us not to give my mother's HP number to anyone" explained the senior employee.

Yoga was silent, no longer asking, but a wedge appeared in his heart,

and until we get home it can't go away.

Was was. of course, he saw a balanced opponent was asking for his wife's HP number with half force.