Damar For Kinanti

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Yoga thinks, by ignoring it all will pass.

The man must only have a temporary sense of attraction because he saw his wife in a state of sadness and persecution, he said,

which man is not sympathetic with the beautiful Dinda is sad,

well. surely it is. A month and two months also the man will disappear on his own.

But that belief vanished when he saw the rose in the hands of the babysitter Bagas.

" Good flowers, huh?" Yoga was stale when the nanny brought the flower and was ready to go home.

" Oh, Dinda said to me, because Dinda doesn't like roses." answered the plain nanny.

" Buy where is Bagas mbak's mother?"

" not buying mas, there was a friend of the brother of Dinda, this is the gift.."

" oh.. mommy?"

" boys, schoolmates mbak Dinda and mbak Kinan first he said.."

" oh.." Yoga puts out a smile, masking his true feelings.

" Yes already.I said it first..

mas Bagas sleeps in the mas room, it looks like he was tired from taking Winda all day to the city.."

" mother?" tanya Yoga has just returned from the clinic.

" Mr Dinda in the kitchen. eat rice and crackers.."

" how crackers??"

" wants crackers mas, crackers father who roving around the bike ontel it you know mas.."

Yoga breathes tired, though,

" yes I have come home, the sky is dark" said Yoga walking in.

His wife was busy chewing white rice and krupuk,

" It's also fried.." Yoga sat down beside Dinda.

" There is no smell." replied Dinda and stood up to the glass cabinet,

Take some dishes and a bowl containing side dishes.

" Whoa.. I have to diet oil too huh?" Yoga smiles seeing the food menu mostly steamed and roasted.

" Said you want my cooking?"

" normal cooking, baby.."

" do not use oil.."

Yoga smiled at him, and,

" yes, whatever my wife cooks, I eat.." Yoga started eating next to his wife.

One, two, three, crackers for crackers continued to grow, until Yoga finally seized the jar of crackers in front of Dinda.

" Quite. excessively it is not good," Yoga looked at his wife seriously.

" Doctor Weni says I can eat anything as long as it can arouse my appetite..?"

" doctor Weni meant healthy food," argued Yoga to keep the jar of crackers in his hand.

" You've eaten a lot baby, please stop.Let me serve you soy milk.." persuaded Yoga to get up, open the fridge and pick up a bottle of soy milk made yesterday.

" Drink this just to be full, or eat fruit.." Yoga offers a glass of soy milk.

With a little face in the bend Dinda took that glass of milk.

" Tomorrow people will come here for studies?" tanya Yoga continued her eating.

" Come home early.yes there are no people in the host house.."

" let me change the morning tomorrow." said Yoga kalem.

After making sure his wife slept, Yoga got up and sat on the edge of his bed.

There was an uncomfortable feeling that stuck in his heart, whether that was what, or not,

once again, he looked at his sleeping wife's face.

There was a greater concern than the disturbance Rakha felt.

The biggest reason for keeping Dinda's pregnancy a secret is her fear of what she can't predict.

He felt it would be better to keep this happy thing a secret, for he feared that one day the happy news would turn into bad news.

So. the presence or absence of the fetus, his wife will not bear pain for the umpteenth time.

Seeing the condition of Dinda up and down of course he was anxious, but as a doctor he had done his best.

Yoga covered her face with both palms,

Doctor Weni suggested uterine connective surgery after the first trimester, because it has been confirmed the contents of his wife is weak.

Trauma and domestic violence that his wife experienced was quite a big influence on the condition of her uterus.

It is not true that his wife will not be able to get pregnant for the rest of her life, the truth is that she can still get pregnant, but the chances of miscarriage are great, that is the main reason why he kept Dinda's pregnancy a secret until this moment.

Dinda's pregnancy was also the result of his efforts during these two years, he always encouraged his wife to take vitamins and receive injections that are specially prepared for mothers who are pregnant.

Yoga does not mean to be a husband of a liar,

" One is Allah.one." murmured Yoga pleaded.

There was a sound of Dinda moving and delirious,

yoga is back to looking at his wife.

Yoga got up, on his wife's cheeks, then on his kiss a few times.

There was a feeling of sadness that reached him, he could not imagine how the day passed by his wife first..

whatever harsh treatment he received until he fled to a place far from his family and birthplace.

Senelangsa what his heart..

when he found out his mother was more concerned with money and a piece of land than he was..

Yoga walks slowly away from the room,

his steps stopped in front of Bagas' room, and,

He opened the door and looked at his son for a long time.

" Satiannya.." he said softly, lirih,

" your mama also pity my son." he said again with a burdened look of the mind.

Yoga shuts back the door of Bagas' room, and walks up the guest room, opens the door of the house, and sits on the patio chair.

Like looking quietly between calm, he looked up to find the dim moonlight.

But apparently the frogs did not give him a chance to calm down,

the inhabitants of the rice field were crowded, sea,

as if realizing Yoga, that he should not be too late in his mind.

He is a husband and a father, and,

he must take good steps for the sake of the people he loves.

Days change weeks, already three times Yoga throw a bouquet of roses that are just placed on the terrace.

Thankfully Dinda no longer opened the door for the man who pushed himself on Dinda.

But still, it makes Yoga inflamed.

" Where is Rakha's house? let me see him?" ask Yoga to Kinanti,

" Let it go, later also tired himself.." said Kinanti put coffee for her husband and tea for Yoga.

" You don't get lured, your wife doesn't open the door now.." Kinan continued.

" Take it. If there is a legal process let me regulate it." Damar chanted casually,

" Uh! even giving bad advice?!!" Kinan pinched her husband.

" Not bad advice, but the man's behavior has exceeded the limit,

if I were Yoga. hemm. I don't know." Damar replied.

" If you can talk to me why should you use rude??"

" is she able to talk? she felt herself better than Yoga, therefore she kept urging Dinda to accept it..

your husband is old enough to understand such a thing.."

" what kind of thing?"

" to be recognized and defeat Yoga, he behaves like a man who can get whatever he wants as long as he is superior to other men..

it was formed from his surroundings that had always craved and spoiled him..

well, looking at his face and his posture, no one would reject him..

so naturally, if he continues to pursue Dinda." Damar said to his wife and immediately sipped his hot coffee.

" He did excel on campus..

he was also a karate athlete first, so Dinda got in the way when you and Rakha were going to fight back then,

you even misunderstood and considered your wife heavier than other men..?!" Kinan.

Yoga is stunned by the word Kinan,

" is mbakyu right?"

" yes, right, now if I were Dinda I would too.. Who would want to see a battered husband??"

" Would you be like that if you were Dinda??" sela Damar is serious,

" Aren't you sure of your husband's abilities?" ask Damar again.

The wrong behavior, though,

" it's about yoga, not mas." replied Kinanti slowly,

Damar smiled at his wife's words.

" Never underestimate the power of a man when he's at a nuisance..

even a learned man can be savage and out of bounds..

so if I could..

Yoga can be so dear.." asserted Damar with a gentle tone to his wife.