Damar For Kinanti
why receive flowers from other men
Yoga came home late today, there were some things he had to take care of outside of his job.
When he came home, his wife was already in a deep sleep, as well as his son who had been busy following his windblown budhe where he went.
Yoga walks into the kitchen, opens the fridge to pick up a bottle of fresh milk.
His eyes found a plastic package, taken from the plastic package, removed with the milk to be heated.
" Soto.." murmured Yoga when tau in the plastic was a white foam box in which there was meat soto wrapped in clear plastic.
On top of the foam there is a sticker that says 'Soto pak Cipto'.
Yoga is sitting and pensive,
he knew, it was the soto he used to eat when visiting Kinanti first, he said,
it is located right next to the campus.
Yoga sighed, there was an uncomfortable feeling that infiltrated his heart.
" Yes, the Kinant? Dinda certainly does not doyan soto in the current condition.." said Yoga talk itself, if only he was not full because eating outside, of course this soto he will spend.
Yoga put the soto back in the fridge,
and continued his intention of heating the milk.
When he finished heating the fresh milk, and intended to wash his dirty glass, his eyes accidentally found something that made him unable to not see.
A bouquet of fresh white roses, just placed next to the dishwasher, not far from the bouquet there is a glass vase that has been filled with water.
Yoga sculpted in front of the dishwasher, his hardened jaw held back the feeling of inadmissibility for the behavior of Rakha who was brash and brightly wanted to grab the attention of his wife.
" What flowers did I buy for you less..? so that you receive flowers from another man." sizzled Yoga while clenching his hands.
Yoga since marriage is only struggling in bed when you wake up in the morning,
now start the routine that was once,
jog around the area around his family's rice fields and his home.
He wants to be angry, though,
but considering the pregnancy of his wife who is still one month old, he,
undo his intentions.
Therefore Yoga can only bring his body to run until tired to reduce his emotions.
" Mister doctor..?!" greet a farmer who walks while carrying a hoe on his shoulder.
" Remember sir...!" sahut Yoga smiled but continued to run.
The man in a white jacket and black shorts walked around twice in his white shoes.
He wanted to spend his strength, so that he could no longer think of getting angry at his wife.
Dusk began to appear when Yoga began to get tired, he walked back towards the house past the Damar factory.
The smooth white skin and the handsome face were of course eye catching, though,
even the mother who had just come home overtime to not stop staring at Yoga,
none of them dared to say hello.
" Wes doctor. ganteng maneh. (it's already a doctor... handsome again.)" murmured one of the mother's mother.
" do you change tho mbak?" say one of the mothers too,
" change piye mean ee..?"
" mister Damar piye?"
" lhoo, ojo takon (don't ask),
kui's number one (it's number one), though,
handsome, handsome, sweet, duwhite akeh. (money is a lot.)" the mother smiled widely, saying,
" keok ae yoo lek ono wong nganteng yo yuu..? (it seems that there are good-looking people..?" other mother's words.
" Yes clear.age can be old, eyes remain alert.dawn dawn, tired overtime..
uh. doctor passed by..
vitamins tho.. kui??"
after busy joking and discussing Yoga, I,
the mothers walked back home.
Yoga who heard a little more of the mother's words just smiled as she walked directly towards her house.
How he did not hear, according to his mother they were whispering,
but in the middle of dawn like this,
their whispers are so clear in the ears of Yoga.
Yoga at home at dawn is gone, and the sky is bright.
Dinda was seen watering her flowers on the terrace,
he looks fresh with half wet hair,
it seems that he is reckless in this cold shower.
His face was still left lethargic, his lips were still pale without any lipstick and other stains.
The smile of Yoga suddenly developed by itself,
how happy he was to see his wife who was tweaking the ashes of old ash was busy himself and did not continue to sleep in the room.
Yoga sitting on the floor of the terrace,
taking off shoes.
" It's better." asked Yoga looking at the wife who was busy pulling the leaves of the leaves that began to dry on the chrysanthemum stalk.
" Already," replied Dinda flatly without looking at her husband.
Yoga could only sigh seeing Dinda's attitude towards him.
If only the woman wasn't angry,
Yoga will definitely hug and kiss her now,
it might even be possible to carry him and bring him into the room immediately, just like yesterday, just like yesterday,
before Vania and the man named Rakha came to disturb.
In his breath for the umpteenth time,
he really longs for the tenderness and the indulgence of Dinda,
but he did not dare..
because of what he did at the time,
he seemed reluctant to touch Dinda, not because he did not want to,
but out of fear Dinda is angry or feeling threatened.
" I took a shower and then we ate together." said Yoga got up and walked into the house.
Noticing her husband walking past her just like that, Dinda felt something unpleasant infiltrate her.
Dinda was still upset with her husband,
but this atmosphere over time was not pleasant either.
Dinda complains of silence, silent,
he also misses the touch of Yoga, but when he remembers the events of that time, his longing evaporates instantly.
