Damar For Kinanti

why not just yoga?

Damar hitchhiked Kinanti through the village fork.

Damar motor light penetrates the dark and quiet streets.

While the sounds of crickets and frogs break the silence.

" How? you think baby?" ask Damar while watching the road.

" The initial assessment of the person is good mas." replied Kinanti,

" Of course.he was a friend of my late mother, he definitely took good care of you in his school..

you just heard what he said..

don't expect a high salary.."

" of course I understand about it sir." said Kinanti smiling as she tightened her grip on her husband's waist.

" I bought a motor matic yes, what color would you like..?" ask Damar, please,

" This is like offering me candy..

no need ah, I can walk. or in between mas occasionally.not so far from home." said Kinanti, said,

" not far how? can your feet be like a football player going round on foot?

of course I'd take you every day, baby, but what if you have your own needs sometimes?

all this time if it wasn't Umar, it was Yuk who hugged you with the bike mbak Winda..

Actually I've been wanting to buy you a motorbike from the beginning, but during the beginning of marriage I wanted you to go where I used to be.."

" oh.. lest I stick on?"

" of course yes, sometimes I am grateful that my work place is close, there is no outside service like people, people, people, and people,

so I can go home every day and hug you.." Damar touched his wife's hand for a moment, then returned to the steering wheel of his motorcycle.

Kinanti who felt the full affection of her husband rested her head on the shoulder of her husband's field.

His heart was so grateful to be beside Damar.

" so? what color does the motor want? want a big matic like the capital's mother in that city? or the latest Vespa?" ask Damar again.

" What did you forget? your wife is short?"

" ah. not short.just cute cute.." Damar laughing.

" Then the latest Vespa, you must be very beautiful to wear it.."

" Well right people say.my husband likes something retro..?"

Damar laughed, though,

" Are you ashamed to have a husband with tastes like me?"

" Of course not mas.."

" what about the car? everyone told me to buy a new car..

they feel sorry for you because of where I took it with the butute.."

" I'm not ashamed, but I'm not so comfortable when I know the car broke down and made raining mas, and the end hurt like yesterday.."

sahut Kinanti's.

" Well.if it breaks down again.I'll change cars.." Said Damar smiling.

Five minutes later, Damar's house was seen from a distance.

While From the same direction Yoga Car also entered the home page.

" Daddy?!" yoga Sapa out of the car,

" Where are you?" tanya Yoga who still looks fragrant and neat despite coming home from work, she glanced slightly at Kinanti.

The woman was holding on tightly to her husband's waist.

" From among your parents to the house of the principal of SDN 01." replied Damar kalem, while turning off the motor.

" What do you want?"

" your mother wants to teach you again.."

" Ourah.mom master tho mbak..?" yoga pura does not know.

" fast.. Bagas kok nempel.." he added throwing a smile at Kinanti.

Yoga also laughs, but there is no joy in his laughter.

" Good mas. mbak yu so there are activities, not at home continue. but Bagas must be sad..

his time with mbak yu is reduced.."

Yoga stared at Kinanti gently,

" He can play at home after the teaching hours are over." replied Kinanti finally,

" Thank God then, 'cause he seems so sorry about the sampean.." Yoga smiling calm,

" You don't worry.. Kinanti also loves Bagas..

teaching only until noon, after all he will be a first-class teacher..

I thought he could still save his energy for the ones at home.." Damar looked at his wife with a smile.

Yoga fell silent at the intense affection.

" You're going home from work?"

damar asked after taking his eyes off of Kinanti,

" yes, mas.."

" Where do you think you're from, you look so fresh.."

" Oh. That, I took a shower earlier in the clinic, because if it was last night I was lazy to take a shower.."

" I thought you had an appointment.."

" ah, there's no mas.." Answer Yoga while glancing at Kinanti.

" Yes already mas. I want to go in first. It's been a night once the problem.." said Yoga a little clumsy.

" Well, come in. Pity Bagas wait.." Damar understood.

Today Damar bamitan left the factory to check the wood that has been cut.

Kinanti also asked permission to go to the market and all of them visited her mother.

Damar allows on condition that Yuk deliver and pick up.

Coincidentally Yuk age around 28 years, he is smart to use a motorcycle where, where,

but because he is a village person, of course he married at a very young age, at the age of now yuk already has 3 children.

And because of the economic needs that must be met, he had to work in the amber house as a domestic assistant, while Yuk's husband became a farm worker in the fields of Damar and Mbah uti.

Damar was an hour ago leaving when the sun was not yet high,

and Kinanti was waiting for Yuk who was taking out the motor from Winda's house.

Soon there was the sound of the roar of Yoga cars coming out of the garage.

" Why not just Yoga Nan? let's just go home later to get Yuk what's Kaila?" Said Winda out of his house.

" No need to mbak, let Yuk alone inter, I do not want to bother, Bagas papa will have to work.." refused Kinanti quickly.

" Eh. he entered at 10 Nan, still can deliver. Kasian alone I have to see you in the Yuk bonceng, he said,

your husband, he should have taught you how to drive a car and bought you a car?!" grouse Winda,

" Sometimes I wonder, she's frugal or stingy..!" Winda walked towards the Yoga house, shortly after speaking with Yoga Winda back towards Kinanti.

" Yoga does not mind taking you Nan, let Yuk at home. later if you want to go home phone mbak what Kaila ya?!" wida's tone intimidated, making Kinanti unable to say anything else, Yuk was seen putting the motor back into the garage.

Kinanti bit her lips while bowed.

" Yes it's mbak." replied Kinanti.

" So dong.. count count so familiar also with Yoga, you guys are not familiar it seems.we are Nan brothers, so familiar to all.."

Kinanti just nodded.

Soon a white Yoga Car approached and the windshield opened.

" Monggo (please) mbak yu.." calm Yoga voice, the man looks handsome as usual, he is wearing a plain white T-shirt.

" Rise Nan.. Heart Yog?!" said Winda,

" inggih (yes ) mbak ee.." Yoga nodded, his silence was very happy, but he did not show the look of his pleasure in front of Vinda and Kinanti.