Damar For Kinanti

I admit I was wrong

" How are you?!!" strong Winda protest,

" if you're not capable enough to act decisively?! let me take action!

actually all this time what did you do to warn her so that she was big-headed and dared to act such an outrageous act?!!" Winda is really inflamed, though,

Yoga was exhausted by the scuffles and insults of his biological brother.

All eyes could see Vania's nail scars that hurt Dinda's cheeks.

" I just feel insulted! are you a husband no!!" an hour passed, Winda was still nagging Yoga who already looked tired and tired.

" Give me a chance to finish it off" said Yoga after a long silence listening to Vinda talk.

" what kind of solution? another warning?!!"

" no, I have no patience." replied Yoga reassured Winda.

" Your wife is in someone's slap, where'd you put your pride?!

I heard of another man helping her,

you really let me down Yog!"

Winda continued to let out his frustration and did not give the opportunity to Yoga talk.

Dinda was silent, silent,

he doesn't talk to yoga,

neither did Yoga let her touch her face even though Yoga wanted to take care of her.

" I promise.this kind of thing will not happen again.." the voice of Yoga softly beside Dinda who was lying down.

The atmosphere of the room was silent, there was no answer or movement at all.

" I admit wrong. Should have taken legal action sooner.." added Yoga bumbling because he ignored.

" But.. May I ask you something..?" Dinda's still not picking, though,

" i know you're listening, so I'll keep talking even if you don't answer.." Yoga moved his body closer to his wife.

" I don't want any third party to take a chance in the narrowness when our family is like this..

that man's..

don't approach him or give him a chance of any kind.."

the atmosphere was quiet, long enough..

Yoga waited for an answer, but Dinda did not answer.

" The guy likes you." said Yoga again with a smoother voice and a little vibrating.

" I've been researching cctv before the incident..

tell me honestly..

is your heart moved by it?"

hearing the question of Yoga Dinda stares at Yoga in disbelief.

Yoga gets up and sits down, down,

" I don't want you to leave." Yoga's voice really shook, I don't know what kind of feeling he was holding.

Hearing that Dinda did not melt, the woman got up, and walked towards the door.

" Din??!" Yoga rose up to pursue his wife's steps.

" Don't do this?" Yoga holding door handle,

prevent Dinda from leaving the room.

" I don't want to talk to you, so if you want me to stay in this room. Eat still, sleep." Dinda's voice flat and then turned and walked back to bed.

The most beautiful yoga, their two-year marriage, was never as cold and indifferent as this, not to mention the word just now,

Dinda talks like everybody else,

she acts like Yoga not her husband.

Suddenly Yoga felt a distance so far, a distance that out of nowhere came and who first created it.

Some days Yoga is also a quiet figure,

he doesn't talk much, though,

he's been coming home this week.

Bagas who saw the residence of his parents was of course restless,

he complained to his budheya, Vinda.

The real Vinda knows about what's going on and refuses to talk to Dinda,

because he also felt guilty for his sister's indecision.

Dinda was embarrassed because as a sister she was less assertive so Yoga became a figure like that.

" Mama's leaving.." Dinda stroked the son's hair.

" Where's ma?" the boy who was as handsome as his papa asked,

" Pa's going with Mama?" Dinda put on a smile, her own smile,

Bagas nodded quickly, though,

" pa's coming with ma??" bagas' question made Dinda pensive for a moment,

" amma? ma'am? papa's coming with ma??" ask Bagas again because Dinda did not answer.

" No." replied Dinda again giving Bagas his smile,

" you work." answered Dinda again.

Bagas nodded and smiled, saying,

" Paas School?"

" Let mama give permission to the teacher?"

" he emm..!" Bagas smiled widely.

" Yes already.. Bagas play first, mama want to budhe Winda.."

" yes ma!" the boy stood up from his seat and walked half-run into the living room,

take the tv remote and sit quietly.

Dinda walked out of the house, and then he walked a few steps a car into his yard.

" Sirma?!" rakha figures out of the car,

how shocked Dinda saw Rakha in her yard, Dinda's face was confused and anxious.

" You? how do you know my address?" tanya Dinda was still standing in her place.

" There's no need for you to know how I got your address..

I'm nervous, especially when I come to the store you don't exist..?" answered Rakha approaching.

The woman in front of him.

His face looked sad, there was no happiness bias at all,

and so it is with what he is wearing now,

indeed indeed.. Dinda who is now more beautiful than Dinda who used to be, but saw her berdaster like this, Rakha felt not to know her old Dindanya, who is indifferent and not feminine.

" Can you wear a negligee now?" rakha asked with a smile, Dinda did not wrinkle, she looked so anxious.

" Please go home.don't add to the problem." said Dinda trying to calm down.

" issue?" Rakha's approaching, though,

" i want to protect you." added Rakha.

" Rakha. We are not college kids anymore..

you shouldn't be playing like this..?" Dinda is frustrated to see Rakha.

" You mistaken me, Din..

although I like to joke, I'm serious about this.." Rakha's approaching.

" Who's Din?!" sound of the winda from a distance,

seeing someone walking over Rakha retreated a little bit away.

" Your guest? why not get in?" ask Winda after standing next to Dinda.

" No mbak, he wants to go home." jawan Dinda tried to smile, he said,

" weren't we done talking? shouldn't I be let in..?" Rakha threw her friendly smile at Winda.