Damar For Kinanti

chicken porridge

" Father?!" Bagas ran in, making Yoga startled and the sleeping Kinanti woke up.

How surprised Kinanti was to see Yoga right in front of her face.

" Father?!" Bagas walked closer to where Kinanti and Yoga were in a position that was not really appropriate.

Hearing Bagas's steps,

Kinanti got up, her face still not out of shock.

" Aunty..?!" Bagas pull negligee Kinanti.

" Yes, baby?" answer Kinanti quickly.

" Go away, before I slap you in front of your son." sis Kinanti held back.

" I have no ill intentions." replied Yoga trying to calm down.

" Not bad intention?? really did? is it if I don't wake up you'll just look at me in my sleep??" kinanti Tone is soft but sharp.

" You talk like I've never felt your lips alone.Didn't those lips belong to me for 3 years?"

" you're not sane yet!" kinanti's face was already dead red withholding, it felt like she wanted to shout and expel Yoga, but she was afraid that Damar would hear her.

" Find another woman if you're thirsty!" firmly Kinanti.

" I'm not as bad as you think?!" tukas Yoga, but Kinanti did not change it.

He took Bagas and hurriedly walked towards the kitchen to avoid Yoga.

Looking at Kinanti who was walking towards the kitchen Yoga did not want to chase,

he felt he had to stop now because the bagas were with Kinanti and Mas Damar might wake up.

With quiet steps Yoga walked towards the front door and sat quietly until Winda came.

The rain was pouring outside, Kinanti woke up to feel the unnatural movement of her husband.

" Mad??" Kinanti touched the shoulder of her husband who was still closed, but her head moved to and fro, and her mouth delirious.

" Daddy?!" Kinanti shook her husband's shoulder harder.

Before long Damar opened his eyes, he looked at his wife with a huffed and frightened look.

" It's me. your wife..?" said Kinanti brought her face closer to Damar's face, then hugged her husband.

" What dream?" ask Kinanti lirih,

" no.." replied Damar no less softly and then returned his wife's embrace,

" I'm sorry.it always worries you." she said later.

" I'm your wife and I'm taking care of you is my duty..

isn't it hard to be happy we should always be together..?" suhut Kinanti,

Damar nodded, though,

" What time is it?" ask Damar, please,

" At one o'clock in the evening.why mas?"

" I want to drink warm water, my throat hurts.."

hearing that Kinanti woke up,

" Wait a minute, I'll get it.." Kinanti walked out of the room, before long returning to the room.

At that time Damar was already in a sitting position on the bed.

" Why wake up? still dizzy mas?" ask Kinanti while handing a glass of warm water to Damar.

" Lightened.." Damar smiled, saying,

" Tomorrow don't act like Superman anymore either.."

" how is superman..?"

" Like the most powerful man alone, I will not allow you to spend too much energy again, give up what is the duty of your men.."

" A. Don't do that, it's because I'm late to eat and just tired Nan.."

" That's why if it's difficult to advise, we better go home to the mother,"

" how to go home to mom?"

" When you go home to the mother during the working hours, so obviously, leaving in the morning home in the afternoon, even the evening mas can rest, not a little to the factory.."

Damar smiled as he stroked his wife's hair.

" Yes, I promise you, I'll reduce it." said slowly,

" Are ya?"

Damar nodded.

The clock still shows at 6 am, Kinanti who was busy in the kitchen was shocked by the arrival of Yoga.

" Can I have some warm tea, please?" he smiled.

" You were deliberately bothering me in the morning?" Kinanti ketus,

Yoga stood looking at Kinanti while folding both of her hands on her chest.

" I'm just asking for some warm tea, not to bother..

how's Damar?" yoga looks good and fragrant.

" It's quiet he said." replied Kinanti trying to calm down and ordinary.

" Good, I'll check, don't forget my order? warm tea... still memorize my taste? not too sweet.." Yoga throws her smile at Kinanti and walks away towards Damar's room.

" Morning is..?!" yoga greeting to Damar who is still sleeping on the bed.

" Said he's gone?" tanya Yoga took out her equipment to check on Damar.

" Well, but my eyes still turn around a lot.." Damar looked at the sky.

" Sleeping is good, right?"

" well.that's fine.."

" what's good? there's a wife.."

" we're talking shit about disease, not wife." Damar said,

" but at least suffering lessens when the wife is beside us." murmured Yoga.

" You don't seem to be able to survive on your own?" ask Damar sensitized.

" Ah. ordinary course, I do not hunt mas, especially now there is your wife who is so dear to Bagas..

I don't have to rush to find a surrogate mother for Bagas.."

" Who.. So my wife did you make a second nanny?"

" That's not it. but I see, they fit in so well. She'd rather run to your wife now, than to me..

I want to try and separate them.."

" do not separate, let it be. count Bagas as a lure for us..

I want Kinanti to get pregnant soon, please,

moreover, my age is no longer young." said Damar smiling.

While Yoga was silent, inexplicably her heart ached when Damar said she wanted Kinanti to get pregnant.

It seems that his heart is not so accepting,

he knew the feeling he was feeling right now was something that was not justified.

She should be happy that Kinanti is pregnant with Damar's child.

" Yes, if you want to get pregnant, you also can not be too tired." Yoga advice covers the pain of his heart.

" Wah.. low tension mas. deserves kliyengan.." said Yoga remove the tension tool from the arm Damar.

" Don't walk the road first I change the vitamins, then Umar told the pharmacy.."

" don't give me too much medicine, I think I'm gonna throw up." Damar said.

" ah, want to recover quickly no. just a large height, turn to take medicine. lose the same Bagas..!"

" why are you carrying a physical?"

" Yes it is..!"

in the debate, Kinanti entered the room with a large glass of warm tea in her hand.

" Warm tea mas, want breakfast now mas?" ask Kinanti while putting the warm tea on the small table beside the bed.

" So make chicken porridge?" ask Damar, please,

" So mas.. got it?" Kinanti smiled at her husband.

" Lho.. Where's my warm tea?" chirps Yoga.

Kinanti was silent, not intending to answer.

" Breakfast here Yog, chicken porridge..?" tawar Damar's,

" Whoa. may, as long as Kinan doesn't mind.." Yoga staring at Kinanti,

" Ah, there's just no talk you. Get it for Yoga too baby.." Said Damar,

" ah. I take it myself mas, ndak delicious troublesome.." Yoga gets up and walks out.

Arriving in the kitchen Kinanti took a bowl of porridge with the sauce and gave it to Yoga.

" Lho? where's topping?" tanya Yoga saw that the porridge was plain only filled with soup.

" Fetch your own beans and chicken at the dinner table!" Kinanti.

" Okay..galaknya, profit is beautiful." said Yoga sitting on the dining table chair.

" Crackers?" tanya Yoga, please,

but Kinanti did not reply, walking away to her room while carrying a bowl of porridge for her husband.

" It's..." Kluh Yoga lirih while scooping the porridge.

He ate and sat alone for a long time.

" Just put it in that bowl, let me wash it.." Said Kinanti walking through Yoga with her husband's used bowl.

" Wah.. perfect life mas Damar.." murmured Yoga with a thin smile.

" Yes already, I went to the clinic first yes.please give Bagas porridge later also if you come here.." Yoga rising.

" Don't talk like you're working for me, I'm not your wife" Kinanti's voice was calm but firm.

" Well, I know, but no one can be sure what the future will be like." said Yoga calmly then left Kinanti who seemed to hold back his frustration to death.