Damar For Kinanti

cassava garden

Adinda walked over with a bright smile on her face,

the market streets were a little muddy and dark because some of the vending lights began to dim not make it uncomfortable, he was happy, instead, because his hand carries a bundle of embok serabi that his mother used to buy for him when he was still sitting on the bench Sd and Smp.

" Walah. check senenge your crew nduk.(it's nice that you nduk.)" said budhenya while holding Dinda's hand to the market parking lot.

There was already a pack of dhe who was busy inserting sacks filled with rice and flour.

Dinda did not answer, just smiled and followed her into the car.

" Wes kabeh iki? raonok zinc in tuku maneh? (is everything? not the one you bought again?)" ask the dhe sir who is in front of the wheel of his car.

" Koyok e uwes kabeh sir. wes ndang come moleh wes peteng iki. (it seems like all sir. have come home soon already this dark.)" replied the budhe.

" Bojomu, why not turn rene nduk..?? wong onok ngene family event.(why didn't your husband come here..?? there is a family event like this.)" asked budhe on the way home, his dhenya sir's car passing through a small, dark street.

" Business busy budhe." replied Dinda review smile, smile,

" is that because it's busy??" budhe hesitated a little,

" right budhe." answered Dinda reassuringly.

" Yes should be as busy as he is, still have to drive you..

after that, I just went home..

moso his wife was let take a taxi online.." said pak dhe a little unacceptable.

Dinda tried to maintain her smile, though,

" Dinda herself who insists on going alone dhe sir. if Dinda's husband wants to go where..

mr. dhe knows, Dinda since long ago where alone.." obviously Dinda did not want Yoga to be blamed.

" You are no longer a widow,

you getting married is not easy either, your ex-husband is like a demon shadowing you where, where,

if he knows you're here by yourself..

and thought there was a problem..

didn't he laugh out loud and make fun of you?" continued pak dhe, making Dinda's smile begin to disappear.

" We're fine, sir dhe. Dinda's husband is a good man..

it is very different from Dinda's ex-husband." replied Dinda while squeezing both fingers.

" Dinda loves him. and he loves Dinda..

son continued Dinda also very fond of Dinda.." added Dinda made pak dhe and budhe stared at each other for a moment.

" Why is your body getting thinner?" budhe asked, making Dinda surprised.

" Say Din? we will always support you." said the dhe sir.

" I'm really good..

I'm thin because my health condition often down sir dhe. budhe. not because of what.."

hearing that, mr. dhe and Budhe fell silent.

" Yes nduk. anyway if there is anything. to pak dhe just as budhe..

because sir dhe knows, your mother is like that..

so to us only nduk if there is anything.your brother is also a lot there." said the mr. dhe after a long silence.

" Nggih sir dhe." replied Dinda nodded slowly.

Twenty minutes later the dhenya pack's car entered the courtyard of Dinda's cousin's house, where a salute was held tomorrow.

" Mr Din?" call Dinda's smallest cousin, when Dinda just got out of the car.

" Ono bojomu mbak?! (is your husband mbak?!)" said the twenty-year-old man.

" Bojoku? (husband?)" dinda asked with a confused look on her face,

" he em. lha iku..?!" the cousin nodded while pointing towards his cousin's house, a man came out of the whitewashed house.

The man he memorized was very good in his posture, his walking, and his smiling manner.

The heart ripples unbecoming to see the figure of Yoga,

it's yoga, it's Yoga..

he said in his heart to convince himself.

The man who was walking over was even still wearing the shirt he was wearing this morning.

" Yes budhe.. " Dinda nodded quickly, but Yoga's pace was faster, he had already approached first and greeted dhe and Budhe Dinda.

" Healthy sir dhe? budhe's? pripun kabaripun?? (how's it going?)" sapa Yoga while kissing both hands of pak dhe and budhe whose smile develops when seeing Yoga.

" Alhamdulillah slick.. healthy lee..are you saying dewe? (thank God be good..healthy son..your own news?)" the sir dhe patted Yoga on the back.

" Sae (good) sir dhe. healthy.." Yoga smiled politely, though,

" Let's go mlebu sek. chat talk njeru deck.." invite the mr. dhe,

Yoga nodded.

Yoga and Dinda followed in the footsteps of the two old men,

both of them walked slowly behind.

" Have you eaten?" tanya Yoga suddenly embraces Dinda and kisses her forehead.

Dinda was stunned, and glanced at Yoga at a glance,

" why? even looking at me like that?" Yoga smile.

" Why follow?" ask Dinda awkwardly, though,

" you're my wife, of course I have to follow you here." replied Yoga softly in Dinda's ear.

Susana boisterous with conversation and laughter at the home of cousin Dinda.

Mothers and women continued their work until nine p.m., while the men were busy arranging the carpets in the living room until the terrace,

after that they just chatted while smoking and eating boiled beans from the garden next door.

" Well?! bojone mole kerjo direct rene, sprain elbow ketok e..

wes in jak mole ndang rest..?! (Win?! your husband came home from work straight here, looking tired..

take a quick break home..?!)" said Mr. continued Dinda.

Dinda got up, left the cake that was still hot on the mother mother next door neighbor.

" Come..?" take Dinda to stand next to her husband sitting on the carpet, in front of his father-in-law and brother Dinda.

" I'll go first sir, mas, mr. dhe.." Yoga slightly lowered his head for the sake of modesty,

" Yes wes. ndang turu lee. (yet, go to bed soon son.)" said the father-in-law.

Dinda and Yoga walked through the cassava garden to get to her house.

The distance between Dinda and her cousin's house is about two hundred meters,

the road happened to be not too bright, there was a lot of crickets, and the ground was a little pebbled.

" Heart, "Yoga holds his wife's arm to be careful.

" Whose cassava garden is Din?" tanya Yoga was stale, because his wife had no voice,

" The mother's garden." answered Dinda quietly.

" Wahh. yummy yes, can garden.." murmured Yoga.

Dinda did not answer, she continued her steps.

When she got home, Yoga followed Dinda to her room.

Dinda's room wasn't too big, her bed was too small.

Dinda never intended to change the size of her bed, because she rarely went home and this was the first time Yoga slept in her house.

As long as both of them become husband and wife, go home just to talk stale, only,

pling for two hours, never all day or stay overnight.

" Wanna take a shower?" tanya Dinda understood very well that her husband had not yet bathed and could not sleep in an unclean condition.

" Well, where's the towel?" Yoga started unbuttoning his shirt.

" Wait, let me make you some hot water, it's night now,

you can catch a cold." said Winda.

" There is no water heater, I take a cold shower.it doesn't matter." replied Yoga smiling.

" Let me get some water on the stove for a minute.." Dinda walked into the kitchen and picked up a big pot.

" Here, I'll just.." Yoga grabbed the pot and filled it with water.

" You go to sleep. I can handle everything myself." said Yoga.