Damar For Kinanti

everyone is trying to understand

" There's a lot of bad things your husband's been through..

bad memories are like piling up into one..

why do you think he became such an understanding figure..

he not only became a boss, but a brother to his workers..

his character is different from us, because the way he was raised is not the same." said Winda could not hold himself also from the melt of tears.

" Kaila's mother entered her parents' household..

ever since she came here Damar's mom started getting sick..

often Damar becomes an outlet for his father's anger because of his father's confusion about two wives who live in one roof,

two characters are always colliding, and Mr. Damar can't be fair..

For the sake of his mother, Damar willingly bore the blow after the blow, so that the blow did not reach his mother's body..

he received it every morning when he was going to school..

Little Damar always lowered his gaze, if he dared to look into his father's eyes then it would be considered a resistance..

that pseudo continued until his mother died, when he graduated High School we all gave him advice that he make his lectures as an excuse to get out of his daily life like hell..

I remember once, when he cried while hugging me before leaving for Surabaya..

he said he would not want to come back..

but inevitably he had to come back because his father died a year and a half ago..

we can't let Kaila's mother act like a queen who used up all of Damar's legacy.."

obviously Winda while touching Kinanti's hand and trying to calm her.

" It's worth it on his back a lot of scars." said Kinanti with tears continuing to melt.

" A big wound on his back?"

Kinanti nodded, though,

" It wasn't because of his father's punches, his father's punches were more on his face and head.."

" then such a big wound why mbak??"

" according to the story, it was a wound the first time he worked odd jobs on the project.."

" wait? didn't Damar go to college??"

" That's right, but after your brother died he started working outside of college hours.His father's money he left to your mother.and he supported himself by working.."

Degs..

Like being hit by a block of wood, how could this reality be known only?!.

" He said, when it was a odd job at the project was the best thing to do, because he could receive a daily salary and not be bound by working hours..

but because he was persistent and intelligent in his field, he began working elsewhere while becoming a traveling tutor.."

Kinanti was really frozen, he did not know what to say.

It could be that the man was for the sake of financing his college, he had to become a manual laborer..

though on his face it is not implied that he ever lived that hard.

It is appropriate that he is light-handed to his workers and does not consider himself to have a high position compared to those around him,

apparently her husband is a person who has swallowed enough bitterness of life.

There is pain that goes down his heart, regret that he will see his view on Damar that turns out not according to his expectations hurt the deepest recesses of his heart.

" How could he be like that makes me even more guilty." said Kinanti.

" You don't feel guilty, she did because she wanted you and your mother to live happily..

your smile gives him peace.."

" if our smile gives him peace, do we think we are happy to live on his suffering?"

Kinanti was disappointed, he regretted all the deeds and words he had said to Damar.

" I think he's a man who has had enough since birth.I therefore look lightly at him mbak..

if I knew he was that hard for me to become a scholar..

how do I accept it..?!"

" There's nothing you need to regret Nan.he's your husband now..

he's happy to see you succeed.."

" but my heart aches knowing all this..

I've been disdainful towards my husband.."

Winda patted Kinanti on the shoulder,

" stop your tears.later if Damar comes home and sees your swollen eyes he will get sadder.." advises Vinda.

Both were silent, long enough..

Winda only noticed Kinanti's expression covered with various kinds of sadness and anxiety.

" And then.. " Kinanti opened her mouth again,

" How to get my husband to heal..

I. I want my husband to be healed." added Kinanti,

" Well, about that, persuade him to want to receive regular treatment.but it seems he will not want. Bagas' father and I have often forced him, finally we only ask for a special prescription for him.." said Winda,

" but many suggest to slowly eliminate that trauma..

it was Bagas' father who knew better..

if he's at home try talking to him.."

" I never met Bagas' father in person..?"

" The right one?"

Kinanti.

" Maybe it's because he's been busy at the end of the day.I guess he's going through a tough time as well..

his face looks sad and tired..

wait, if he has a day off, we'll talk together..

I also rarely see him now, because he likes to go home in the middle of the night.."

" good mbak.." Kinanti nodded obediently.

" yeah already. often talk to your husband.dig what you think it can trigger the recovery of your husband.." Winda gave advice and encouragement so that Kinanti did not give up on what happened to her husband.

Damar Stop at one of the leading cafes in the city,

he decided to enter the cafe that he never entered because he saw a Yoga car.

It had been a long time since he had seen Yoga even though their house was close together.

Damar also felt Yoga was starting to look strange and evasive.

" When do you like hanging out like this?" ask Damar calmly while sitting next to Yoga.

Yoga is almost aghast, though,

" Why are you here?!" tanya Yoga is confused.

" I saw your car parked out front, isn't this your practice home clock?" asked Damar, his look calm and calm.

Yoga is silent.

" What's the problem?" asked Damar trying to understand, maybe his cousin's sister was experiencing a strange problem.

" No mas." replied Yoga,

" Why are you sitting here alone?,

waiting for a girl?" Damar frowned.

" he..! I told you there was no problem, and I wasn't waiting for anyone either..

I'm trying to eat and drink here because I heard there's an interesting new menu..?!" reasons Yoga.

" really? you sit here and don't think about your son waiting for you at home?

I don't think you're like that in my memory.."

Yoga Sighs, he is confused to reason especially at Damar who is critical and very well know himself.

" I'm really thinking a lot. I don't think it's wrong if I sit here for a while thinking about the way out." replied Yoga then while sipping a drink.

" Is there anything I can help you with?" ask Damar, please,

" no, it's just a feeling I'm gonna get rid of..

no need to grow it up." replied Yoga smiled faintly,

" I think the feeling is big to make you a jolly and always optimistic to be moody..

even to the point of being lazy to go home like this.."

Yoga again smile, I,

" I'm just temporary like this mas..

it won't be next..

once I'm able to control my heart, I'll be back to how I was..

I was just being covered with confusion caused by my feelings that I suddenly could not control..

the past is like ambushing me and locking me in there..

it feels hard to get out..

but I'm trying." said Yoga smiling again and patting Damar's arm, but in that understanding Yoga smile,

Damar could feel that smile covered in sadness and disappointment.

I don't know what Yoga is hiding, Damar is also curious, because the attitude of Yoga really changes drastically.

Damar was worried it would affect Yoga's affection and attention on Bagas.

the point is, Damar does not want Yoga to choose women wrong again.