Damar For Kinanti

ever young

Yoga remembered very well, how sweet and submissive the woman was.

They spend time together whenever they get a chance.

From his favorite colors, foods and habits, Yoga is very memorized.

Yoga can still remember how every woman complained and leaned on her shoulder.

Her petite body and sweet smile always make Yoga anxious and want to protect her.

Lying if he says Kinanti is not beautiful, she is beautiful. Even she has a rare beauty, not many women with tiny lips and chin that attractive.

" Mas Yog. Get me a book tomorrow..

mas Yog. I do a lot of work, but I miss..."

kinan's sentence to him that he can still remember clearly even though the time of the year has passed.

For him Kinanti was like a small pearl that was pure white and beautiful, its luster could not be removed in the heart of Yoga.

If the word Kinanti does not always reject it for a more intimate physical touch, maybe they are still together..

Kinanti can mentole a light kiss given by Yoga, but she is always angry when Yoga begins to force her to do more.

" Geez.." he lamented while holding his forehead.

"You really gave me a heavy sentence..

now I can feel your cries and your wounds then,

because that's how I feel right now, I'm kind of slapped by reality." - her inner self.

He remembered very well how his rotten and heartless self was caught off guard by Kinanti romancing with other women.

And instead of apologizing, he decided Kinanti unilaterally.

Then a few months later he gave Kinanti another injury by sending her a wedding invitation.

His head seemed to be throbbing as he recalled his past foolishness.

What to do for now, that's what's spinning around in his head.

" How would Damar respond if he knew..

I can't even imagine." close his eyes.

" it drives me crazy." he sizzled with reddened eyes.

he didn't expect this pain to taste, though,

he could not even see the two of them sitting at the door.

For some reason his heart arrived at the fill of unpleasant taste, it felt like in sayat sayat.

Could it be because in the depths of his heart he still wanted the presence of Kinanti.

If only he sought Kinanti again, maybe he would be accepted back, or even spit on..

He should have taken the plunge, but his cowardly soul wouldn't have allowed it.

When Bagas's wife left home, he actually went to find Kinanti.

But Kinanti's cousin instead hit him while threatening not to look for Kinanti again, because because of Yoga his lecture almost broke up in the middle of the road.

Realizing how much damage he had caused, he chose to be self-conscious by not disturbing the Chinatown anymore, and summarizing what had been missed.

" Look?!" bagas' voice surprised him, The boy suddenly opened the door and ran into his arms.

" Lho? said you slept with budhe?" tanya Yoga rubbed her face.

" She just woke up, and she's looking for you.." The sound of Damar makes Yoga aghast to wake up.

His heart rate is running.

" Daddy?" the voice of Yoga was anxious, seeing that Damar was still wearing his wedding dress.

" Have you eaten?" ask Damar to come closer,

" Not yet, not yet, in a moment." replied Yoga did not dare to look at Damar's face.

Damar puckered Forehead,

" Do you want me to force a meal?" seriously, he said,

" You've always been a nag to me, but you're negligent to yourself, what the hell are you..?" damar.

" Keep good health, your child still needs your affection." Damar added,

" I know mas. I will eat soon." replied Yoga, he actually knew behind the word Damar firmly, there is great attention and care.

Damar is the type of person who expresses his concern with sentences and advice that is firm and a little sharp.

" What do you feel?" ask Damar then more gently.

Yoga bowed while embracing his son.

" I. I'm just a little merry mas.." Answer with a painful heart.

" Let me call mbok Sumi tomorrow morning.let it be scraped and in the incandescent, maybe you catch a cold because of late eating.."

" don't have to be. Tomorrow I'm also gone.."

" Papa.. Papa is sick?" Bagas interjected, hearing Bagas' tiny voice growing more and more pain.

" Slightly dear." she answered while kissing her son's forehead.

Damar sighed, he was puzzled to see the expression of Yoga arriving like that.

Somehow Damar felt Yoga always avoided his eyes.

" Because papa is sick, Bagas just follow me, back to the budhe Winda." said Damar.

" Let him sleep here mas.." said Yoga still not staring at Damar.

" But you're not well, what if he's fussy at night?" Damar's worried.

" be calm, I'm his father..

already, come back, surely many people are waiting for the mas.."

Damar again sighed,

" Well, don't forget to eat and take medicine." said Damar, then closed the door to Yoga slowly.

" papa hasn't maem..?" tanya Bagas while looking up at his father's face.

Yoga did not answer, he just smelled his son's hair and hugged him tightly.

" Please, baby boy?" the sound of Yoga vibrates.

" please papalah." replied Bagas innocently while hugging back Yoga.

Close his eyes, still with Bagas in his arms, he had never felt this pain in his life.

" I'm no longer strong." said Kinanti leaning her bun on Damar's arm.

" Yes already.let's take a break." said Damar rose.

He led Kinanti down from the pelaminan with a heart.

Not half-way through, Damar felt really sorry.

His head was heavy, his stomach was in a tight girdle, and his narrow array complicated his steps.

Silently, Damar noticed a face that might look lethargic behind the thick makeup.

Suddenly Damar stopped his steps, his hand that originally held Kinanti on the loose in order to pull his own line towards the left right side so that his steps were wider.

He could change his trousers after this, Damar thought.

" What the hell are you doing?" asked Kinanti who was surprised to see her husband pull the barricade he was in, as well as the people next to him.

Damar did not answer, he just smiled, then with his heart his hands stretched out to the back and hamstrings of Kinanti.

" We're going to the room now." he whispered and took the little body of his wife.

Kinanti was a little surprised, but more embarrassed.

How not, even though many guests have gone home, but still they are not alone.

" Down me mas, can I walk alone? I'm ashamed of you?!" kinanti said half a whisper.

" Am I can't carry my tired wife..?" said Damar still with a sweet smile on his face.

" We're not polite, are there a lot of old people??"

" they were young too, right?" damar replied with a friendly look.

" I was once young, but never held my wife in front of the crowd of Damar..?!" chirping pak dhe Darwis who was sitting not far from where Damar was standing, apparently he heard the conversation of the new couple.

" Here you go in..! let's just say we contracted..!" said pak dhe Darwis made everyone there laugh including Damar and Kinanti.

Damar did not intend to say another word, feeling Kinanti's arm wrapped around his neck he again walked.

Arriving in the room,

Damar lowers Kinanti.

In his wife's seat on the bed.

damar pulled out a chair and sat down in front of Kinanti.

" Where's the fairy godmother?" asked Damar, his gaze soft.

" It's still home, he's back at 10." replied Kinanti.

" ten was too long." Damar grabbed Kinanti's hand and kissed her.

Kinanti bowed, her chest rustling feeling the touch of Damar's lips touching the back of her hand.

Even though in front of the person was ordinary, it was not like this, Inner Kinanti.

" Hey.." Damar sighed at Kinanti's chin to look at her.

" What are you thinking, baby?" ask Damar with a smile.

He felt Kinanti's hands arriving wet from sweat,

his body looks tense too.

" Where do I have the heart." said Damar no less soft than the sentence before,

made Kinanti look at him, a little calm.

" I help you take off all the weight in your head..

after that go to sleep..

I'm not gonna bother you..

you look very tired." said Damar understandingly.

Damar got up from his chair,

help Kinanti remove one by one the decorations and flowers attached to her bun.

then after all was lost look Kinanti's hair was messy, realizing it was Kinanti immediately trying to tidy up her hair.

" There is no shame. I love you.." said Damar slowly and then kissed Kinanti's red lips, until Kinanti lipstick moved to her lips.