Damar For Kinanti

orchids and chrysanthemums

Yoga embraces Dinda from behind,

" go to the house of Mbah uti or to the house of mba Winda. if the road around here alone does not matter.." the quiet sound of Yoga in the ears of his wife who was lying on her back to Yoga was.

" It's still afternoon.." Yoga tucks his wife's shoulder.

" It's over, isn't it, baby??" tanya Yoga turned Dinda's body facing towards her.

Without waiting for an answer kissed lips that had been almost two weeks not in touch.

A gentle kiss and a heart, Yoga vents her longing,

trying to remove all the burdens of the mind that bother him,

although Dinda was silent, but she did not refuse, her body still showed a response even though not as big as usual.

Yoga hands began to infiltrate into the negligee and move the negligee up.

" Don't be mad at me. My day feels tight." whispered Yoga as his lips fell on his wife's neck.

The next day, Dinda's attitude remained as it was yesterday.

Although he had received unpleasant treatment from his ex-wife Yoga, he said nothing to Yoga.

Dinda just Silent all the time, it makes Yoga more misbehavior and all wrong.

Almost every night Yoga was gentle and pampered Dinda, hoping that she would complain or even get angry.

All the advice from his seniors he did even take his wife to stay at one of the famous coldest cities in Malang, where apples and various types of flowers thrive.

A city where the water is icy cold, and fog can always come down at any time, whether it's noon or afternoon.

" Where else?" tanya Yoga when bringing his wife home down the hill, he drove slowly, his eyes glanced at Dinda who sat next to him occasionally, he said, his countenance began to calm and a little cheerful looking at the ranks of flowers and apple orchards that were on the side of the road.

" We just go home, I'm not calm leaving Bagas for too long." said Dinda still dropping her gaze towards the flower ranks.

" We're gone for two days.. Bagas also understood the interests of papa and his mother." said Yoga then pulled his car over at one of the flower shops.

" Down yuk.." take Yoga to throw a smile, while getting off the white car.

Dinda did not answer, but she went down and followed her husband.

Yoga goes through the ranks of flowers, flowers,

" Purchase any one." said Yoga as he caught a happy expression on his wife's face.

" I want to buy chrysanthemums and orchids.." Dinda looks enthusiastic, though,

" maybe.buy as you please." replied Yoga holding Dinda's hand.

" Said mas Damar, there is an orchid farmer over there, the orchid is beautiful..

but we have to walk a little..

hows it? we walk?"

Dinda nodded, though,

seeing his wife's nod Yoga continued his steps.

" Want to buy chrysanthemums of what color?" tanya Yoga walks side by side with his wife.

" All the colors." replied Dinda as she watched the flowers she passed.

The two walked about five hundred meters from where Yoga parked his car.

Before long the two found a greenhouse filled with various types of orchids, including,

the plant is neatly arranged, each type is separated, as well as the flower vana arranged in such a way as to spoil Dinda's eyes.

Dinda's face looks so bright,

" Likes?" tanya Yoga took off his wife's hand and let her walk around.

Hearing his question not answered, because Dinda hurried around, Yoga just smiled.

He is happy if his wife is happy, after all these two days are like a second honeymoon for him.

They stay at a hotel whose balcony presents a frame of incredible scenery, where the hills and mountains decorated with fog around it are clearly visible in front of the eyes.

Not to mention the piercing cold air made Yoga like a super glue that stuck directly on Dinda.

" I chose a lot" Dinda's voice made Yoga turn his gaze from the highway towards his wife.

" Whatever, just in case of treatment.."

" of course you are." said Dinda,

" uh. uh. meaning? when have I ever taken care of a plant? when my family was busy farming I didn't come,

so try to explain what the real meaning of your sentence is?" tanya Yoga kalem, yoga,

" forget it.." said Dinda,

Yoga looked at his wife from a distance, she was very different from Kinanti, both in terms of physical and character,

Dinda is not really her type, because the woman is almost as barren as the man,

even his height equaled Yoga, it made Yoga not like.

But I don't know, their meeting in Bandung makes the feeling of Yoga moved suddenly, even though Yoga is not the type of man who easily falls in love, especially just because of physical.

But undeniably, women who are like men make surprising changes to Yoga.

His black hair decomposed long, his thin body turned even more insane.

Yoga silently smiled, remembering how funny his past was with his wife.

" What is a smile? already paid?" tau tau Dinda's beside him.

" All that?, I think you still want to add." replied Yoga,

" want your porch to be a flower garden?"

" it doesn't matter.the important thing is to be treated.but the heart of the heart.."

" heart of heart?"

" yes, your son's hand.."

" ah.yeah, her hands like to itch when you look at the pretty one.."

" hey. ambiguous once.not itchy, just ignorant.."

" why? you feel?"

" me? sure didn't..

I just itch when I see you..

never mind..

it's free to insinuate me..

I'm not shunned.." Yoga throws a smile and walks towards the cashier.

Days changed by weeks, weeks changed by months, Joseph and Kaila had returned to the poor.

Kaila began to take care of all her needs to continue her studies,

her husband was busy working under her brother.

Damar looks happy to see his sister close back to him.

While Yoga and Dinda have started to improve, because Yoga decided to be firm and will bring child custody issues to the legal path if Vania does not stop coming to her house.

He cannot just keep quiet, especially when he knows Dinda is intimidated.

" You can't be pretentious about rejecting me, everyone can see me more than your current wife..!" Vania doesn't want to give up.

" You're a woman who doesn't know yourself..

stop that overconfident habit of yours, not everyone can accept it." Yoga said calmly,

" Yoga Yoga.I'm sure, if I don't leave this house, I'm definitely still the mistress of this house until now,

you still have feelings for me, right?"

" what??" yogas expression was a little disgusted at hearing the sentence of Vania.

" yes, you still have feelings for me, the proof after I left you years and years, you're still unmarried,

especially if you still can't let go of your feelings?"

Yoga chuckled suddenly, could not be prevented from laughing.

" You're good at making things up, since when do I have feelings for you?" say Yoga relax,

" We were once husband and wife, even we had a son, no one can erase that, he said,

but don't forget either,

we get married because of our parents, not because of love..

and you realize that..

isn't it because I love you less that you're leaving this house with another man?"

hearing that Vania's face was red, either angry..

either angry mixed with shame..

" You even left your son still red, you forgot? need reminding??" unequivocal Cynical Yoga.