Damar For Kinanti

still love her

Damar took his bag in his room which was at once made a place to study and work.

With a calm step he went out and greeted his wife who was busy in the kitchen.

" I'm leaving, huh?" Damar hugged Kinanti from behind and kissed her cheek.

Kinanti who was busy washing dishes turned around.

His nose caught the familiar smell of perfume several months ago on his nose.

She watched her husband from top to bottom.

" Just to the factory, right? why carry all the bags? is there an appointment outside?" ask Kinanti wonder.

All this time he thought Damar always came neat to his house because he came home from an appointment or event with his business partner.

But on the first day she saw her husband work and look neat this feels strange, especially with the distance of the factory so close.

" I'm not going to the factory today, baby." Damar replied with a kiss on Kinanti's lips.

" not to the factory?" kinanti's forehead is wrinkled.

" yes, I have a class this morning and maybe I will go home a little later because on campus there is an event." Damar said.

Kinanti stunned, though,

" Campus? a class? in college again??" kinanti's face implies confusion.

Damar smiled, though,

" i never told you about my job, but I think you know.. Did you ever mention it..?"

" no, I said you were a carpenter.." Kinanti pouted.

" Are you, right?"

" what are you doing on campus for?"

" of course to work mom.."

" as what?"

" I work as a non-permanent lecturer.."

Kinanti was silent, her face was getting sour.

" Eh.. Why is your face so? you're not happy with my job?" Damar pinched his wife's cheek.

" Why keep this from me?" tanya Kinanti was still sour.

" Why?" Damar smiled, though,

" do I have to say everything to you, while you always reject me..?

I can't even think well next to you, so I'm sorry if you feel like I'm keeping it a secret.."

" so my husband is also a lecturer? who would meet a beautiful female student every day?"

Damar.

" Laughs, is it..?!" Kinanti hit Damar's arm.

" I've been teaching as a lecturer for a long time.If I want to be a pretty student, of course I can..

but why am I chasing after this fierce teacher?" Damar pecked his wife's forehead.

" I'm not a teacher anymore, so don't make me sadder.."

" hey. teach again if you want, around here a lot of Elementary School, I know some of the principals..

if you want, we'll ask if there's any teacher power needed.."

" is that right??" the look of Kinanti instantly turned more cheerful.

" Of course, I will always support you, but don't forget your responsibilities as a mistress in this house, ma'am.."

Kinanti nodded while smiling.

" Yes.so dong..I will be so calm go to work see your sweet smile.."

kiss after kiss down, making the passing yuk while holding the broom feel uncomfortable and ashamed of himself for accidentally seeing the intimacy.

But luckily yuk is an understanding person and not much of a comment.

He realized his master and his mistress were newlyweds, it was not strange that they were making out where, after all, their home was too, thought yuk.

" Well, if there is anything, ask for help yuk or mbak Winda..

if you want to go where between Umar, you must not go out alone first because you are new..

Then. as much as possible avoid mom, if mom comes in here and says like don't put it in your heart..

just shut up and nod.." said Damar.

" well, there's a lot of messages.."

" of course, actually I'm still not willing to go to work, but how to.." Damar complained.

" I guess managing the factory and the rice fields is enough for you.."

"before I return to this house I've been a lecturer dear..

so my real job is..

I take care of factories and rice fields because of my obligations as a son and grandson..

matter of being a lecturer or not. You must know..

the call of the soul can not be ignored just like that. whether big or small salary, if you are comfortable in that place you will certainly live it..

isn't it mom?"

" that's right sir, I'm very happy when I teach my students.." Kinanti nodded in agreement, though,

she was very happy, sometimes calling her husband with a father's call, it felt good.

" So did I.." replied Damar with shady eyes.

" Oh.how surprised and happy I am, my husband is also an educator..

a man of understanding and insight.." Kinanti smiled proudly.

" except in bed. Sometimes mas is inconsiderate and pushy.."

" but you like me that way..?" Damar.

" Yes already.go mas.." said Kinanti afraid her husband was late.

Yoga sits in the backyard of the clinic where she works.

His face was not as fresh as usual.

He was increasingly unable to sleep well, especially these few days, Bagas who deliberately called 3 times a day always talked about his beautiful new aunt and loved him like his budhe Winda, who was always on the phone,

Bagas always praised his wife om Damarnya who was patient and did not like angry anger like his budhe Winda.

Though only 4 days he left the house, but Bagas already stuck so..

how about this, thought Yoga.

" Your.." Jamal has just arrived, he is sitting next to Yoga.

" your practice hours are up, right?, why are you still here?"

tanya Jamal while patting Yoga's thigh.

But Yoga is not warting, he is busy with his thoughts.

" why? you look moody these few days? any problems?" Jamal wants to know.

Yoga is, however, nodding,

" big? small?"

" complicated." replied Yoga cirrh.

" Wow.." murmured Jamal.

" why? you're after someone else's wife?"

Yoga did not reply, only throwing a sharp look at Jamal.

" Oh. isn't it. Then? tell me. Who knows if I can come up with a solution?" jamal.

Yoga was silent, he did not answer, instead looking at the sky that began to ash.

That handsome guy really could not hide his anxiety.

" I don't even know what to do?" luh Damar, he lamented,

Jamal sighed softly, then patted Damar on the shoulder.

" I've been your friend since college, so tell me not to be ashamed of me." said Jamal.

" Why should I be ashamed of you who are eleven twelve with me?"

" hey. hey..! don't talk carelessly, I'm back on the right track.."

" then you think I'm not?" Yoga glances fiercely.

" well, I know, you're focused on taking care of Bagas right now, and you're ignoring all the women who pay attention to you." said Jamal.

" it's good that you know.." Yoga again watched the sky, he was afraid of the rain, but he was also lazy to go home, what he would do this afternoon in his rented room without Bagas.

The birds in the sky were marching, chasing.

it looks like they will also go home, race against the wind and avoid the rain that might come down in a moment.

" You remember my ex-boyfriend, who I dated the longest?" the sound of Yoga came out, and was heavy.

" What is that beautiful and small? emhh.. What's his name? Nan.. Kinan.. ti?!" jamal said,

Yoga is, however, nodding,

" why? you want to go back to her and ask for forgiveness?!" ask Jamal.

" if I could." replied Yoga with a glare in my eyes.

" then? what does your ex have to do with you and the complexity of your problems?" Jamal's confused.

" My cousin the closest cousin to me..

a few days ago he got married.."

" and his wife Kinanti??, is that true??" jamal asked with a serious look.

Yoga is, however, nodding,

" God??!" now that Jamal was complaining, his head shook in disbelief.

" Is not the world too narrow for you Yog??"

" well.it's too narrow.."

" then does your brother know?"

Yoga shakes,

" Model?"

Yoga is shaking again,

" you know? isn't your house close? it's been a few days since you've never met??"

" i ran away." said Yoga,

" i haven't slept in 4 days at home." he added.

" You're Yog. When it's just the past.. You don't have to run?!"

" My heart is not strong..

at least it's not time yet.." Yoga lowered his eyes.

" Don't tell me you still love him." asked Jamal, but Yoga silently didn't answer.

" answer.. Do you still love her??" ask Jamal again.

Yoga nodded weakly, then looked at Jamal at a glance,

" Yes, I still love him." he said.