Damar For Kinanti

kebaya akad

Damar was wearing his shoes when Winda entered his house.

" Non't you go home last night? I'm looking for you on Mbah too no?" ask Winda,

" no mbak." Damar answered focusing on wearing his shoes.

" Tumbens? where's Dam sleeping?"

" home friend.." replied Damar flatly,

" Which friend?"

Damar was silent, not answering.

" Women's house?" Winda.

" Say who? let me propose to you?" said Winda with a serious look.

Hearing that Damar looked at Winda no less seriously.

" I haven't slept with him, and then when I've slept with him, I'll tell mbak, okay..

then go propose to him." replied Damar not interested at all in the topic of their conversation.

" So crazy?! never seriously!" Winda's upset.

" Finally, what do I think I am. I'm not a random person, you don't know your own sister?" reply Damar.

" Don't blame me Dam, because you've changed so much over the last few months..

so naturally I suspect the person whose eyes are being covered by the mist of love..!"

" Ah, the mist of love.more so than to speak.." muttered Damar immediately rose from his seat,

" I have class today, go first." said Damar kissed Winda's hand, then took his backpack and walked out.

" Don't speed?!" advice Winda,

" Yes yes." replied Damar riding his dirt bike, and spur him towards the road, quickly his figure immediately disappeared in the distance.

Kinanti was taking the kebaya for her wedding ceremony at her mother's tailor.

" Whoa. pas once nduk.." comments the tailor when Kinanti tried the white kebaya.

" Yes.the beauty of my bride." Haikal's voice from behind the door.

" Lho? how did you get here? he said he was still in the office?" ask Kinanti, please,

" yes. I permit, I end curious.want to see you, it turns out beautiful.." Haikal replied with a smile.

" Is this your future husband?" ask the tailor's mother.

" Neither budhe. His name is Haikal, my old SD friend.."

replied Kinanti, and Haikal gave a polite smile to the tailor's mother.

" Well, are you.. SD friends? no one knows." the mother smiled.

" Yes already.the size is right bu.." said Kinanti, said Kinanti hurriedly, he did not want to hear comments again about himself and Haikal.

" Yes already.alhamdulillah if appropriate." replied the tailor's mother.

Kinanti immediately went into the dressing room to release her danger.

And before long came back out with the clothes that he had originally worn when it came to sewing.

The tailor's mother wrapped the kebaya with a heart.

When it was finished, Kinanti brought the package containing the kebaya and immediately said goodbye.

" The invitation has become Nan." said Haikal while drinking his coffee, he said,

" Oh yes, great." replied Kinanti was still busy tidying up the clothes of mother and other family members who had finished taken also from the tailor.

" How less enthusiastic is that..?" ask Haikal, please,

" What's less enthusiastic about. Don't see I'm busy?"

jawan Kinanti's.

" I feel like you're less excited this late Nan..?"

" It's because I'm not well Kal. not because of anything.."

replied Kinanti trying to smile as sweetly as possible, although her face did look a little pale.

Haikal was silent, he seemed to be thinking about something.

" How many invitations did you ask for?" ask Haikal later,

" it asked my mother if I didn't have many friends like you." replied Kinanti.

" I want to show them, my heroes who have always helped me from their humiliation are now my wives!" haikal said with pride.

" A lot proud? you even married an unemployed man." said Kinanti.

" Well, what good is a man's shoulder if all women are obliged to work?! I told you, and I made a promise to Mas Damar,

you don't have to work..

I'll meet your needs, Nan.."

" But I still have a mother to live with.."

" Your mother Nan, you said she'd come with us anyway.."

Quintessence silence,

" I don't want to." she said after a long silence.

" Why?" ask Haikal, please,

" he said it's convenient to stay in this house, if we're going here please but he's not going where he said.."

Haikal thought for a moment,

" Yes already Nan, what just said mother.your house is close.." said Haikal then smiled understandably.

" Our marriage is counting the days, so take care of your health..

sleep well, don't think about anything..

you know, Mas Damar has taken care of everything, he even handles more than his obligations.."

Kinanti fell silent, though,

" If I said I had a sister like that would be amazing huh Nan..

I didn't expect it, even though the appearance wasn't excessive, but the wallet was quite thick..

that's why I'm more curious about his job.." Haikal enthusiastic,

" Be quiet, don't bother Damar.."

" yes, I know we've had a lot of trouble, but it's not because I'm intentional Nan, but she's forcing it with her help." Haikal replied.

" He just feels responsible to me, but that doesn't mean you're good Kal, this is our marriage, not the marriage of mas Damar.we have to know ourselves." advises Kinanti.

" Of course, my future wife, I understand that. That's why I did my part well and didn't bother Damar.."

" It's good that you understand Kal.." Kinanti replied still uninspired.

" How about our honeymoon..?" haikal asked with a big smile.

" What honeymoon? we're home.." replied Kinanti meeting red.

" Eh..why are you so embarrassed.We want to be husband and wife?" haikal Goda, haikal,

" Who is ashamed? I'm not. It's just that instead of wasting money, for the reception alone is that big..

money again.." grumbled Kinanti,

" Do you have no problem if we stay home for days? in our bed?" again, Haikal's words made Kinanti completely ashamed, she never even imagined doing such a thing with Haikal even though their wedding day was near.

" Already ah, I want to go to the kitchen first, want to make chocolate milk..!" Kinanti got up, she walked with hurried steps towards the kitchen.

Haikal who saw that just laughed, he knew that Kinanti was ashamed,

but Haikal was happy to tease him.

While Kinanti who was already in the kitchen leaned herself against the wall while closing her eyes.

" How is this.." lamented slowly,

what he will marry is Haikal, but why his head is filled with Damar.

When Haikal said something intimate like that,

even the memory of his memory while kissing with Damar that appeared.

Kinanti banged her back head against the wall, a little hard, though,

he wanted to throw away those memories.

It feels really torturous, though,

what if later after getting married to Haikal he would still be like this,

thinking of things that a man's wife should not think of another man.

Doesn't that include a form of treason?.