Damar For Kinanti

My husband is sick

" Please.." pinta Yoga, please,

" Can you imagine what would happen if Mas Damar found out that you were my ex-lover I left behind?

I always told him that I was really expecting you..

how do you think he'll treat me and you later?

she's definitely going to change her attitude towards me??" imbuh Yoga's.

" it's your business.." Kinanti indifferent,

" well..it's my business, then what about Bagas? can he still be treated the same?

can you still hug and hold her as usual?"

Kinanti was silent, she looked worried.

" Couldn't you? after this you must have kept your distance from Bagas?"

" that's not true, even though I'm upset with his father and mother there's no way I'm thinking petty about putting my frustration on a child who doesn't know what..?!" tegah Kinanti later.

Yoga smiled thinly, covering the bitterness he received over Kinanti's sentence.

" It's good that this is the Kinan I know. patient and wise." said Yoga,

" That was, ever since you hurt me I've been unwise anymore..!"

" Well, then how did Damar get you?"

" You mean?!"

" I've heard since you parted with me that you've become a figure of carelessness and coldness in every man who approaches you, and why did the Damar you finally chose become your last port?"

Kinanti stared at Yoga in disbelief, it could be that she dared to comment like that, Inner Kinanti.

" How dare you question Mas Damar? is it because you're wearing a white suit and Damar's mas isn't better than you?" kinanti Spray,

" You look too high on yourself! the older you get, the more annoying you are!"

" How dare I comment about Mas Damar,

as you can see, your husband is more everything than me..

I just want to know how he melted your heart like that stone.."

" Rocks?!"

" Well.that's what I heard from your fellow alumni..?"

" You're gossiping apparently?" kinanti Scorn.

" Well, whatever it is about you I'm interested in talking about it, so tell me?"

" You really don't know yourself.."

" whatever it is.."

" well.but I won't bear your embarrassment later." said Kinanti.

" Don't be ashamed, my pride is running out in front of you." murmured Yoga.

Kinanti threw her gaze the other way, she was already fed up with the way Yoga looked at her.

" You know the guy who paid for my college first?" kinanti said later,

" Well, you said he was a friend of your late brother." said Yoga.

" She's still in charge of my life even though I graduated college and worked.."

" what does this have to do with Mas Damar?"

" He is mas Damar." replied Kinanti making Yoga speechless.

The man was really silent a thousand languages now.

Disappointment and confusion in his eyes.

" From the beginning I've lost a lot." he said after a long silence.

" I hope you're not acting rude anymore, though,

never compare yourself to my husband,

now go, before anyone sees you here" Kinanti's tone was calmer but still cynical.

Hearing that Yoga had no intention of prolonging their talk anymore.

With quick steps Yoga walked out of that house.

Right after the magrib, Damar just came home.

He was soaked, looking very tangled.

" Why is it raining??" Kinanti ran to the porch bringing her husband a towel.

" His car was stuck in the mud, uh. just walked a kilo with a strike.." Damar grumbled a little while rubbing his wet hair.

" Why so?"

" Yes, but for the lifetime of the car was never jammed even though he was old.." Damar walked into the house, and Kinanti followed behind him.

" Yes.my stomach feels a little bad." said Damar passed to the bathroom.

After Damar took a bath and ate, Damar immediately fell on the bed, not usually he was so.

Kinanti was eager to talk about her and Yoga this afternoon.

But it seems like tonight the time is not right, her husband looks tired and needs rest.

It would be unwise for Kinanti to force her will to speak in such a situation.

At dawn, as usual, Kinanti opened the window to let the still-untainted morning air into her room and Damar.

" Cold Nan, just close it.." said her husband half muttered.

Kinanti closed the window again, then walked towards her husband who was still lying.

He saw her husband who was still curled up.

His face was pale, though,

" It hurts? carefree?" tanya Kinanti held onto her husband's forehead.

Damar nodded weakly,

" Because of yesterday's rain for sure?! ahuhh.." complains Kinanti when in feel the body temperature of her husband hot.

" We're going to the doctor, right?"

Damar shakes,

" why? hot high mas?"

" Call Yoga alone." said Damar still with his eyes closed.

deg. again Kinanti's heart got a morning attack.

" Yoga?" repeat Kinanti in a strange tone,

" Yes, his father Bagas.quickly call him.mumpung is still at dawn.." said Damar.

Kinanti long silent, if he could choose he did not want to interact with humans named Yoga again.

" Come Nan.wait what.my head hurts so bad.." lamented Damar,

Kinanti got up with a worried and reluctant face.

" Yes mas. I call.." said Kinanti and walked out.

With heavy steps Kinanti walked towards the Yoga house.

Really, she would not have wanted to go there if not for her husband's request.

" Where is nduk?" ask Winda who just opened the door.

" To his father Bagas.." replied Kinanti slowly,

" Why is your husband?" ask Winda quickly,

" Mbak fever, the heat is high..?"

" Oh..?! yes wes quickly call Yoga, mumpung he has not left..! I'll be home soon..!" said Winda went back inside his house.

Again Kinanti could only nod weakly.

His footsteps were heavy.

Arriving in front of the Yoga house he knocked on the door, it did not take long for the handsome white figure to open the door.

" Nan..? what's dawn?" tanya Yoga while tidying up her random hair immediately.

His smile saw the woman who was still in love with him was visiting his house at dawn blind.

" My husband is sick, the heat is high, I was forced to ask for your help, because it feels inappropriate to have a doctor here but I took him to another doctor,

do you understand my difficulties?" kinanti's tone has no sweetness.

Yoga smiled looking at that sour face.

" Forced you to come here I'm still happy, you knock on my door at dawn this way.I imagine even I don't dare.."

the still sleepy eyes of Yoga sparkled to arrive.

" So you're glad your brother's sick?!" ask Kinanti sharply.

Yoga laughs arrived,

" Behold, even angry, your figure is still stunning in my eyes." said Yoga,

" Go home first, I will follow..

I had to wash my face to wake myself up from your surprise this morning.." Yoga's smile was too sweet for the size of someone who had just woken up from his sleep.

" You're raving like a drunk..!" kinanti spray annoyed.

" Well, whatever your insults are, I'll take them, at least I still get your attention, even if it's just anger.."

" It's bullshit! check on my husband!" Kinanti turned away with her anger.

While Yoga, still looking at him with a smile that was difficult to understand, his heart was so comforted to see Kinanti looking for him this morning, regardless of the reason.