Damar For Kinanti

narrow bed

Yoga that has finished bathing back into the room only with a towel that covers his body.

" No clothes for me?" tanya Yoga woke up Dinda who had apparently just fallen asleep.

Dinda opened her eyes and sat down, restoring her consciousness.

" I'm sorry to wake you up, but you know I can't sleep in an unclean shirt..?"

" yes, I prepared it. But it might be a little small.." Dinda took one shorts and a tee shirt.

" Your clothes, baby?" tanya Yoga, please,

" of course, can I lend you your clothes?,

but you still haven't come home, have you?"

" no, this is all.."

Yoga wearing his wife's shorts, fortunately Dinda's taste is not too feminine and there is rubber on the waist, it makes Yoga not too shy to wear it.

" Slightly narrow.." murmured Yoga while wearing the white T-shirt that Dinda gave her,

the arms look tight, as well as the shoulders.

Of course, although not as big as the Damar muscle,

his shoulders and chest were also quite full.

Dinda couldn't help herself from laughing, but later on.

" Nah.. laughed at me.." you know in laughs Yoga intends to reopen the shirt.

" Ah, don't open it?" said Dinda,

" it must be funny, lazy ah.." lamented Yoga,

" no, rather than catching a cold here, it's cold,

who saw me too." said Dinda.

Yoga was silent, in Dinda's sight,

" yes it is." she answered and went up to the bed.

" You're just over there Din, next to the wall.." Yoga let his wife sleep next to the wall.

" I'm afraid you're falling right next to here.." Yoga relaxes itself with the heart of the heart because the bed is small.

" Here.." Yoga gives her arms as a pillow.

" Don't have your hands cramped,"

" helah. here thoo.." Yoga drew his wife closer and put his head on Yoga's arm.

" Warm?" tanya Yoga and holding Dinda.

" Don't get close to the wall, cold.." Yoga peeping Dinda.

Dinda was silent,

it's warm..

dinda in heart,

but no matter how warm Yoga will not touch it for health reasons,

just like yesterday, yesterday,

Dinda is self-conscious and doesn't expect much.

In his heart he asked, too,

what pain does he really hurt..

why is Yoga so worried,

and many people say his body is shrinking.

Is correct..

his appetite is gone, many foods that arrive just do not match his tongue.

Some foods look so disgusting to her.

Not to mention the limp and dizziness that he often suffered.

" Huuhh.." unconsciously Dinda complained, and Yoga heard it even though Yoga's eyes were closed.

" why? uncomfortable? is anyone sick??" yoga Head raised.

" No." replied Dinda slowly,

" sobbing? do I sleep in the front seat??" Yoga would rise but Dinda prevented it by touching the arms of Yoga that encircled her stomach.

" Don't.just stay here.." Dinda turned and looked at her husband.

" Or are you uncomfortable..?" dinda asked then, her voice so soft.

" of course. no." answered Yoga suddenly felt different.

Dinda, who was unaware of her husband, felt something else,

instead of burying his face into Yoga's chest.

" Din.." call Yoga with a feeling that has rippled, let alone the warm breath of Dinda touch the chest of Yoga.

" Dear.." call Yoga again, but still get no answer.

Yoga bit his lips while closing his eyes.

" Huuft.." he breathed out many times, many times,

however, when he was struggling to hold himself back, he,

dinda's hand moved to touch her stomach.

" Ohh Din. would die like this." whispered Yoga made Dinda reopen her eyes.

The woman looked confused by the words her husband said,

" I'm sorry...??" yoga arrived and kissed Dinda's lips.

" I'll be careful and slow.. "

yoga said with a raucous voice in the middle of his kiss.

He was no longer able to hold back, though,

I don't know how many weeks he's been trying to be firm,

but today her firmness was shed only because of Dinda's simple touch.

Or maybe..

this narrow bed is also influential,

this small and simple place is amazing to make the intimacy between the two just arise.

The room, which has white walls and filled with photos of Dinda's youth, is a witness for the first time,

after they were both married for so long.

which although the affection is unspoken, yet he binds Yoga so strongly.

Yoga opened his eyes,

waking himself up from his great feelings last night.

In the work, open his eyes, set the rest of Dinda's warmth that is still so sticky.

He was back on their first night two years ago.

Overnight..

realizing that there was a seed developing in Dinda's stomach made her a little awkward and very heartfelt,

His chest rippled so wonderfully.

Yoga complains many times, reawakened himself and then rose up,

then sit next to the bed.

His eyes glanced at the wall clock,

oh. no, it's already noon enough..

She could have woken up at her in-laws' house, complaining to herself.

" Bath, then eat." came Dinda's voice,

the beautiful woman entered the room,

her hair was still wet and her lips looked naturally red, redder than usual.

Yoga Buru hurriedly got up and immediately approached Dinda,

" How's your body? is there anything painful??" ask the man quickly, though,

" no." answered Dinda lightly,

" there's a sense of heartburn?? or something??" tanya Yoga is still worried, though,

Adinda shook her head slowly,

" the vitamins? you bring?"

" i bring it, after eating I drink it." replied Dinda,

" It's good." said Yoga a little quiet.

" What is my pain? if you don't want to tell me the truth, I'll check in with the hospital myself?" tanya Dinda was suspicious of her husband's movements.

Moreover, seeing the treatment of Yoga that is very careful and gentle once a night,

worry is also read every Dinda makes a sound, no matter how small the sound Dinda makes.

Yoga did not answer, but his hand immediately stretched out to hug his wife.

" You're just a little less healthy. With rest, regular vitamin intake and also eating healthy food you'll get better soon..

be patient.. in a moment." said Yoga in a slightly trembling voice.

" You have to trust me. No strange disease attacks you..

I'm like this because I want you to be really healthy and fitter." added Yoga still hugged his wife tightly.

Yoga with other fathers sitting alone in front of the house while chatting casually.

Meanwhile, Dinda had been flirting in front of Yoga while carrying food and cakes to be distributed to neighbors around.

Yoga who saw him was not calm, because not once twice Dinda passed, but many times.

" Sir..?" Yoga approached her in-laws,

" is it okay if my wife is asked to sit down?"

" why lee??"

" i'm afraid he's exhausted and sick again like yesterday sir." said Yoga,

" ownahh yes lee.let me talk to your mother.."

he got up and looked for his wife.

" buh.. Dinda ojok in kongkon hero wiri." said the father to his wife.

Yoga and Dinda are back in the afternoon,

the two did not attend the event until it was over because Yoga had to work this afternoon.

" The bagas from earlier was the phone." said Dinda as she opened the window and peeled her head slightly to see the flower of grass beside the road that she and Yoga passed.

" Of course, he's looking for his mother.."

hearing that, Dinda fell silent,

" Later when he grows up he will understand what is going on now..

so don't think too much..

I want you to be healthy.Hear?" yoga said again, he glanced at the silent Dinda while enjoying the wind.

" Hey.honey.." Yoga stroked Dinda's hair with one hand, then refocused on the highway.

" Is there anything you want to buy or eat?" tanya Yoga with a bright face.

" I want to go to Kinan's house.."

" now?"

" go home, get changed.."

" not tired??"

Dinda shook her head, though,

" What do you want to go to mbakyu? complain?" fashion Yoga.

" You feel wronged so I just stirred up??" ask Dinda, please,

Yoga laughs, though,

" i've been slow last night." replied Yoga with a face sumringah,

" i didn't discuss that." replied Dinda sighing.

" let's go. want mangoes next to the storehouse mas Damar," said Dinda make Yoga turned his head,

" Mango's? can you find them in the market or the supermarket?" sahut Yoga's.

" Want the one from the tree, the one with the leaves.."

" owalah Din... Don't tell me to climb by me?"

" no. let Mas Damar climb," replied Dinda,

" mum Damar? what about Damar? don't bother Mas Damar Din??,

let me, take the stairs, but yeah? is the tree tall..?" dahi Yoga frowned imagining that tall mango tree.

" Want to see Damar climbing a tree." said Dinda again with a serious face.