Damar For Kinanti

home mom

Yoga helps Kinanti drop her groceries and put them on the patio.

" I'll go home first.." Pamit Yoga's.

" You didn't say hi to mom?" ask Kinanti without looking at Yoga.

" What can? I'm afraid you're shocked." said Yoga.

" Well, maybe it's better not to." replied Kinanti.

Yoga smiled and then nodded,

" if Yuk doesn't pick up later, let me just pick him up. I can get permission.."

" no, no" answered Kinanti.

" why? I just want to pick you up. not like. "said Yoga again makes the feeling of Kinanti not karuhan.

" Have it, go home, don't bother me." said Kinanti as she walked into her house.

Leaving Yoga still standing on the terrace.

Yoga can only sigh at the attitude of Kinanti who has not been able to fully forgive him.

" What's going on? you're making a fuss with your husband?" asked the mother while peeling the onions, she never stopped looking at her daughter's face.

" Sum. Ma'am, please make lemon tea..?" kinanti said to the woman who was now replacing her accompanied her mother.

" Neither mbak.." Reply mbak Sum then walked into the kitchen.

" Nduk?" ask his mother again when long time no answer.

" No ma'am, I don't have any problems with Mas Damar." replied Kinanti expelling the worries from her mother.

" Why is your face so grim?"

" There are very few things that bother my mind ma'am, not important.."

" it's not important, but the look on your face is like that?"

" It's definitely not a problem for Damar ma'am, I'm calm..

the mother's daughter-in-law never caused any trouble." replied Kinanti,

" Then you're the one who's making trouble?" mother's question made Kinanti pause for a moment.

" How can Kinan cause trouble mom? it isn't.. Kinan only, though,

just think about the things that have passed." replied Kinanti with a faint look.

" Nduk. what has passed do not think again, there is no benefit..

what's there is makes a bad feeling, and adds to the burden of the mind.." advised his mother while continuing to peel garlic.

Kinanti was silent, he did not answer.

" ah.. Kinan wants to lie down for a while, an hour and two hours wake up mom, go to budhe's house.."

Kinanti got up and walked towards her room.

" Eh. this child, ask for tea.mis asleep.." mumbling his mother just look.

Kinanti returned home without waiting for anyone, he took an online taxi to keep himself from the sneers of his in-laws.

Actually he is not the type that is more comfortable riding ojol, besides cheap for him is also more relaxed in the motorbike.

But again he had to keep himself a little from the view of the inappropriate view, a little,

because he is the wife of Damar who is quite well-respected in the village, he,

although her husband was more pleased with her simplicity, he still had to look at her in-laws and the Winda.

" Lho? how come you're home?" asked Winda when he saw Kinanti walking past the house of Vinda.

" Yes mbak. I took an online taxi kok. kasian Yuk, afternoon the time to go home instead had to pick me up.." replied Kinanti.

" Where are you going now?" tanya Winda looked at Kinanti who was walking out of their courtyard.

" I am saturated mbak, said mas Damar I was told to wait at the factory, soon they arrive.."

" ooh, yes already, you see the workers, chat a little with them, talk to them,

they must be glad you talked to me." said Winda.

" Remember" said Kinanti nodded, then continued her steps toward the factory.

Kinanti passed through the rice fields, some people who just came home from work smiled and greeted him.

Not until Kinanti at the factory, she heard the roar of her husband's car.

" Dear?!" call Damar to stop his car next to Kinanti who is standing on the side of the road.

" Come on?!" Said Damar,

Kinanti smiled, but her smile disappeared when she saw a woman sitting in the front seat, next to Damar.

" uh?! let me move to the back mbak?!" Said Zahira quickly.

" No need, I walk.all enjoy the view of the afternoon.once close.." said Kinanti trying to smile as sweet as possible.

" Is that right, baby?" ask Damar, please,

" Yes, I've been waiting at the factory.." Damar then continued driving his car towards the factory.

Arriving at the factory, Kinanti was introduced to Zahira.

Zahira looks young and beautiful, not much different from Kinanti, but she looks more free and modern, probably because Zahira is the son of a rich man who was born and grew up in an abundant family.

When Zahira talked to Damar, the sensitive Kinanti knew that Zahira had little interest in her husband.

" Yes already, because it's late afternoon.I go home first yes, see you after Zahira" said Damar,

" Yes mas. see you the day after tomorrow." said Zahira, then reviewed a smile on Kinanti.

Damar grabs his wife's hand and allows Kinanti to walk out of the factory area.

the sight made many people smile and envy, though,

Damar, who never looked so sweet, looked so sweet in front of his wife.

" Just be envious." murmured Zahira, saying,

" Well, the guy who never showed that love, now it's like spreading the virus everywhere..

he is like setting an example to people if they have to treat their wives with all their heart." said Umar smiling.

Zahira was silent,

" It is possible to go home, please.." continued Umar, Umar,

" I'm lazy to go home Mar. accompany me to eat.."

" Why do you want to go home?"

" just lazy Mar. I'm tired of the schedule arranged by my parents..

and stop calling me mbak, our ages aren't too different.."

" Ah. still, it would be rude of me to call my name directly.."

" had Mar.. I was lazy to argue, let's accompany me to eat, it's time to go home right?"

" in 30 minutes, I'll have to finish my desk, and save some stuff.."

" yes, I've been waiting for." said Zahira, said,

Umar looked at Zahira for a moment,

" Don't just be disappointed, mbak behave like this mbak.." said Umar smooth, he seemed to understand that Zahira was disappointed to see the feelings of Damar to his wife so deep.

" What kind of behavior? I'm just taking you with me to eat..?"

Umar smiled, though,

" Hemm. well mbak, as long as you can wait I will be with you." said Umar later.

On his way home from the factory, Damar felt a slightly different attitude from his wife,

Kinanti was silent and bowed a lot.

" Is there anything you want to say, baby?" tamar asked making Kinanti look at him.

" What?" I asked back, though,

" I don't know. You look less happy?"

" h. no mas.." replied Kinanti reviewing a smile.

Well actually there are some things that disturb his mind, besides Yoga, the woman named Zahira earlier.

But she was sure that her husband would not easily give her heart to another woman even if she expected it.

" Don't be jealous of Zahira huh? damar said arriving, as understood the thought of his wife, as well as his wife,

" Why should I be jealous?"

ask Kinanti, Damar smiled, but,

" your eyes on Zahira are a little stiff..

I think your impression is a little less kind to him..

people used to get close to me, with him,

but of course I don't want to..

I've kept you good in my heart..

even then you prefer Haikal.."

" h. discussed again.. Haikal's wife is even pregnant." muttered Kinanti.

" When do we catch up, baby?" Damar kissed his wife's hand as he continued to walk through the rice fields.

The weed flower waved at the side of the road because it was blown by a slightly strong afternoon wind.

" Don't the mas have been overtime by night." Kinanti's speech made Damar laugh.

" Lack of complete..

it's right, dawn.day..night and midnight.." added Damar.