Damar For Kinanti

my schoolmate

Yoga just got out of the clinic, in his pocket rogoh rogoh.

" Wahh.. the doctor was so forgetful.." a nurse who usually helps Yoga to follow, he brought the key to the Yoga car in his hand.

" So he wants to go home quickly until he forgets the car keys.So kangennya same mother huh doc?" seduce the nurse while handing over the car keys.

" You know, I'm a newlywed." replied Yoga with a big smile.

Yoga entered the house, after searching not found his wife.

" Where's mom?" ask her to Bagas and the babysitter.

" Mama hasn't come home yet, she said she still records it." replied Bagas.

" But it's afternoon? how the hell is your mama, just given permission like this again.." Yoga grumbled, retrieved his car keys again and walked into the garage.

" Where else?" ask Winda who is already standing on his porch,

" to my wife's shop, what time it's not home yet" Yoga looked annoyed.

" just call Yog, you're tired too." suggested Winda.

" It's free on the phone for hours to go home" replied Yoga in the car.

20 Minutes later Yoga arrived at his wife's shop, the store was still crowded, the employees were busy serving the buyers, while Dinda was busy with a ledger and pen.

So focused until he did not realize Yoga was in front of him.

" Are you a wayward?" the sound of Yoga made Dinda sober.

" That??" Dinda was surprised,

" what do you? I told you, that afternoon coming home, what time is it?" Yoga looks upset.

" Look at my work a lot." lamented Dinda.

" Send it to someone else,"

" bookkeeping? couldn't be.. ?"

Yoga was silent, in the face of his wife, that,

" your son is waiting at home." said Yoga,

Dinda looked at her husband and put down her pencil.

" Gosh... Let's go home..?!" Dinda got up and organized the book.

" Come?!" take it to Yoga which is still sitting.

" After remembering your son you just reacted." murmured Yoga rose.

" Mr Mar?! lek wes deserted ndang in lid yo mbak?! (if it's quiet hunting in the lid huh mbak?!)" dinda said to his oldest employee and was usually responsible for opening and closing the store.

" just put it in your bike shop, come home with me, I leave tomorrow" said Yoga as he walked behind his wife who had held the keys to the motorcycle.

According to Dinda, he gave the key to Marni.

After getting into the car Yoga began to nag,

" You only care when you hear your son's name I mention.."

" a time of jealousy for your own child?"

" because you didn't listen to me,"

" i've listened to you, I've reduced my trading volume..

even I've turned down customers who usually buy big parties,

to be honest, it felt like a loss to refuse that much order and let him shop directly to bandung.." sounded a little disappointed in Dinda's tone.

" Don't overdo it, the windfall is set.." sahut Yoga, but suddenly he remembered something,

" Your customers who like to order a lot are men or women?" tanya Yoga arrived,

Dinda looked astonished, two years of marriage never asked Yoga about store affairs at all.

" why? tumbens?" ask Dinda, please,

" Want to know, man or woman?" ask Yoga again while driving.

" Male," replied Dinda flatly,

Yoga was silent, his eyes focused on the highway.

" What's his name?" tanya Yoga again makes Dinda more astonished.

" Why?"

" it's okay, just want to know.." Yoga turned his car towards his village, passing through a quiet and dark road.

" Rakha," Dinda replied with an uneasy feeling.

Yoga was silent for a moment,

" What the hell is it?" ask Dinda curious.

" You gave him your HP number?" the sound of Yoga suddenly sounded different than usual, a little stiff and cold.

" Of course not, didn't you warn me not to give my number other than to my family?" answer Dinda honestly.

" What other business is there besides business?"

" meaning??" Dinda stared at Yoga seriously.

" What other business is there besides business?" tanya Yoga is more assertive.

" Of course it's just business, we're the same merchant, he took a large quantity of goods from me,"

" oh.. merchant? he sells in the store?" tanya Yoga like in disbelief, the appearance of the man was not similar to the merchant at all, he even resembled an office worker who had a neat, clean shirt and fragrant.

The things he wears like watches and shoes don't look cheap according to Yoga.

" He has a few stores in a big market, so it's not him who manages them himself." explains Dinda,

" oh. just deserve it.." murmured Yoga,

" what is his main job?" ask Yoga again,

" She manages inter-provincial travel" Dinda replied, staring at her husband in complete astonishment.

" traveling? a lot of money then.not to mention have a lot of shops..

where do you know him?" The Yoga car continues down the dark road to her home.

" He's my college friend, not just me, but Kinan knows him, too" explained Dinda, making the look on Yoga's face turn even stranger.

" Your ex-boyfriend?" tanya Yoga, please,

" jeez... did I date every one of my college friends what?!"

" just answer me, ex or not?"

" no!" answer Dinda ketus.

" Why is he so excited to find you?" Yoga does not look at his wife,

" of course because he's waiting for stuff from me?! especially?!"

Hearing Dinda's already unsettled tone Yoga kept silent, she refrained herself from asking any further.

He does not want any more fights, because the relationship has just improved.

" Yes, the important thing is never give your HP number." said Yoga then after regulating his feelings.

" So right what Rakha said earlier, did you meet?" now Dinda asked.

" I just had a chance to see it, I was trying to come to the store during the break, wondering just how much my wife's work was piling up,

it turned out that I saw a man who asked for my wife's HP number with a dusty stupor." replied Yoga began to enter the courtyard of the house, which he said,

" he's been, since college, but he's not a bad guy.."

" If it's not a bad person it means a good person?" Yoga drove the car into the garage.

" Look at your attitude, you don't take it very much when there's a guy close to me, when he's just my schoolmate,

while you?" said Dinda stopped, he opened the car door and went straight down.

" While I'm why?" Yoga pursues his wife's steps.

" Hush! there's Bagas at home, I don't want to make a fuss! dinda firmly entered the house.

" Bagas was brought by Mrs Willa, so finish your sentence?" Yoga pulled his wife's wrist.

" While I'm why?" ask Yoga as the two look at each other.

" I don't want to make a fuss," replied Dinda restraint.

" Just tell me what's holding your mind, if you're silent, how can I understand how you feel?" pinta Yoga firmly.

" Where is my feeling important, have you let me go?!" Dinda pulled his hand, but Yoga was not that easy to beat, in grabbing both wrists Dinda so as not to go anywhere before the second conversation was finished.

" What is this?!" yoga's voice rose, his face full of anger.

" Otherwise?!" dinda didn't understand,

" why is there a smell of male perfume on your finger?!" tanya Yoga is hard and sharp.