Damar For Kinanti
bouquet
Rakha went back and forth but still did not see Dinda who usually sat on the terrace.
With an uncomfortable feeling the man approached towards the door.
The door was closed tightly while it was late at night.
" Morning is not there, no night..
where's your husband hiding you?" Rakha's upset.
After waiting for about thirty minutes Rakha finally gave up,
she put the cake she had specially bought for Dinda, and like the previous one, the bouquet of flowers, if that was yesterday a white rose, is now a red rose.
Rakha just put it on the terrace table.
With a lazy step Rakha walked out of the courtyard of the Yoga house,
He walked to his car which he parked on the side of the road.
The streets are dark, Yoga looks tired as today's patients are enslaving.
The weather changes were extreme this week,
from the bright lights, it suddenly became rain.
Many people are stricken with fever and flu, not only Yoga clinics, puskesmas also look full of patients, when Yoga passed this morning, the queue also boomed.
Yoga glanced at his wife who seemed to be asleep,
yoga's smile grew, even though he had to hard-earned to climb a mango.
When I picked up Dinda,
Kinanti said that Dinda ate a lot and was very cheerful.
" Protect your wife well if you don't protect her well,
you'll lose her someday." message Kinanti when Yoga returns home.
Yoga through the dark streets, a little muddy because of the rain this afternoon.
The sound of frogs coming from Yoga parked his car in the garage.
And it sounded louder when Yoga had turned off the engine of his car.
" Come. wake up, it's there." said Yoga woke Dinda, but apparently Dinda just opened her eyes for a moment, then went back to sleep.
" Are you tired?" tanya Yoga slowly,
Dinda nodded with her eyes closed.
Yoga opens the side door, which connects the garage with the living room.
After opening the door, he returned to the car and grabbed his wife's body, carried her with his heart, and took her inside the house.
Yoga closed the window curtain of his room, look Winda's house is already dim, and,
a sign that all its inhabitants are resting.
Then her son is also asleep, Yoga pulls the second curtain that is thicker.
Tonight the air is a little bit piercing, though,
Yoga took a thick blanket to cover the body of his wife who may have been dreaming until.
Yoga comes out of the room after the shower,
the man who rarely stayed on the terrace somehow wanted to go out on the terrace,
it's pretty cold tonight.
Yoga opened the front door, his eyes instantly capturing the dense atmosphere of the night.
The sound of frogs is still boisterous in the puddles beside his house.
His eyes examined the street lights that had started to dim.
If only he smoked, he would sit smoking while enjoying the atmosphere of the night like Damar.
Yoga intends to re-enter after touching some hanging Dinda orchids.
But his steps stopped right in front of the table.
The look on his face changed, not as calm as a few minutes ago.
take a bouquet of flowers that are clearly red, as well as the cake next to it.
The man picked up the sandals, and walked away from his house.
Somewhere to Yoga, he walked a little away from his home, towards the river next to the factory.
Arriving without a second thought Yoga threw away the bouquet of flowers, in an instant the bouquet disappeared carried away by the torrent of water from the rice field area.
Yoga continued his move to the Damar factory.
" Sir?!" Yoga goes to the security guard post,
" you know? what's up with Yog??" the security guard got up from his seat.
" There's cake sir.." Yoga handed her the cake in her hand.
" Lho??! just bother with..?" the security guard received the cake,
All the way home, his face calmed down,
but his heart was not as calm as his face,
his heart rumbled in annoyance.
He thought his day with his wife would be quiet,
but apparently this man named Rakha did not give up either.
Yoga examines Dinda before leaving for the clinic.
" Dizziness?" tanya Yoga, please,
" a little" answered Dinda still lying down.
" your blood pressure is very low.." Yoga put the tension meter.
" I've given you anti-nausea, right? why do you eat a little?
if it continues like this I'll let you sleep in the hospital.." look serious Yoga.
" I've eaten.."
" eat a lot like yesterday at home.." Yoga stroking his wife's cheeks.
" What is lacking in this house? why is your appetite so low at home??"
" i just don't taste it.."
Yoga takes a breath, though,
" i work, and Bagas go to school. Are you lonely?"
Dinda nodded, though,
" you won't let me work." said Dinda.
" Work after your body is healthy.."
" when am I healthy like this?"
" be patient.I'll let you work later." said Yoga.
" Drinking milk?"
" not good,"
" forcibly.. or do you want to be infused??"
Dinda shook her head, though,
" I want soy milk instead.."
" let the mother buy it?"
" just make it myself. I don't want to get into people's hands.."
Yoga takes a breath, though,
" yes, let me make it back from the clinic?"
" can??"
" can... what can't be for you??"
Dinda smiled hearing that.
" Later in the afternoon a friend of mine will come here, his name is Doctor Weni.."
" for what? play?"
" check you. He's a specialist.."
" what specialist?"
" nausea and vomiting specialist.." Yoga smile, yoga smile,
" what's serious about why?" dinda Protest.
" He's the most senior doctor.I feel at ease if you're under his care.." Yoga gives understanding.
" Am I really not sick??" not calm Dinda even thought.
" Don't love, I'm the one who's very sick." replied Yoga peeping Dinda.
" It hurts a lot because it's too dear to you. The end stage is even.." he said later,
" hh.. learn where's the dreadlocks?"
" can't tell the difference between a tombal and a no?"
" wes thoo. leave there.." Dinda gave me a smile to understand.
" I'm leaving, if you want to eat anything it's a phone..
and remember, do not accept any guest other than doctor Weni.." message Yoga rose from his seat.
" Whose guests are there?"
" i don't know, your fans might.." Yoga tries to throw away his jealousy for the sake of his wife's health.
