Damar For Kinanti

tempe chips

That morning Kinanti followed her husband to the rice field, bringing some snacks and drinks.

With a step of heart he walked through the square by the swath of rice fields.

His smile grew and felt the wind gently beating on his face.

Especially when she caught the figure of her husband who was sitting under a tree ceres.

Damar waved his hand at Kinanti.

Kinanti replied with a nod, then walked back.

But when he was near the ascetic shock she saw Yoga sitting beside her husband.

Because her husband's body is larger, the body of Yoga is not visible from a distance.

There was nothing I could do but approach and sit next to her husband with the normal expression possible, let alone the many peasants who were sitting not far from them.

" I brought you snacks and drinks.." Kinanti took out a few snacks from the plastic bag.

" Whoa.my wife, I understand that very well." said Damar.

" Coffee dong.."

" Said the doctor yesterday mas should not drink coffee for a while.." Saying Kinanti without looking at Yoga.

Damar stared at Yoga,

" Whoa.. have I cured Yog?"

" it's still mas. reduce your coffee and cigarettes." said Yoga,

" For me where mbak yu. mas Damar only.." Yoga asked with a smile.

Kinanti took a pack of snacks, tempe chips, and gave them to Yoga.

" Thank God, you can too." said Yoga with a smile.

" Take care here Nan, at home does not do anything, right?" said Damar,

" Don't do anything mas, but is there already papa Bagas who accompany..?"

" ah. accompanied by the wife of the same brother is different..

moreover, the laughter is good like this.."

damar replied with a big smile.

" hemm. mas behavior is like only a mas who has a wife in this world." said Yoga while chewing the chips of the temple.

" Make it you will soon follow." said Damar,

" i'm not in a hurry" replied Yoga throwing his gaze at the expanse of rice.

" Where's bagas?" ask Kinanti, please,

" Winda is participating in shopping to the city mbak, has departed from this morning..

maybe you'll be home soon." replied Yoga.

" Then why don't you come out? even hanging out in the rice field with me since..?" ask Damar, please,

" I want to enjoy the day off in peace.. Can't I?" sahut Yoga, please,

" it may be. but only tumben.."

" Well, the name is people, it feels like I am saturated with my daily life mas.." complained Yoga.

Soon a farmer walked towards Damar, his body wet in the mud,

but he was not one of the workers of Damar or Mbah uti.

" Nuwun sewu (excuse me) mas Damar..?" the father approached.

" What, sir, wonten nopo? (what's the matter?)" ask Damar.

" My tractor broke down and asked for help to lift it from the paddy field." the father spoke with heart.

" Ngapunten (excuse me) you know mas. do not want to be presumptuous, but here the man just njenenengan mas same mas e.." He pointed to Yoga.

" Mboten nopo nopo sir.(it's okay sir.)" said Damar then rose, rising,

" Let me try to see sir for a while.maybe it can be repaired. and used to work again.don't rush to be lifted first." said Damar.

" Yog, let me check first, you're here first mbak yu mu.."

" I'm going to go with the mas?!" quick Kinanti sound.

" Oh. obey.there's all the mud, shut up and sit here with Yoga, I'll be right back.." Damar gave his wife understanding.

" Yes already." replied Kinanti with a heavy heart at last.

Damar took off his sandals, then walked in step with the father.

Kinanti watched her husband's steps, until he reached the last of the fields.

It was not her husband's rice field, but not an excuse not to help others, let alone her husband's notoriously light-handed.

From a distance Kinanti saw her husband enter into a rice field consisting entirely of wet soil that was being plowed.

Her husband checked out for nothing.

Kinanti let out a long breath, though,

" There the cake, help..!" kinanti said to Yoga,

Yoga is smiling, though,

" help what? know for myself I don't understand automotive..

we'd have walked 5 kilos because the bike broke down, if I could fix maybe we wouldn't have walked 5 kilos.." Yoga chewed his chips again.

" What the hell can you do?!" Kinanti muttered loudly while plucking the end of the grass at his side.

" My bus..? love you.." said Yoga staring at Kinanti.

" Start again..!" Kinanti cast her gaze towards her distant husband.

" I'm talking about reality.."

" You're a woo..!"

" i'd like it if what I'm trying to seduce is you, never mind..

I said I just wanted to stand beside you quietly without expecting you to return my feelings.." The two look at.

" You're driving me crazy..?!" kinanti said with a sigh.

" You are the same, driving me crazy." - Yoga.

Kinanti was silent for quite a while, so that she could hear the sound of the wind slapping her cheek gently and playing her long hair to and fro.

Similarly to Yoga, the wind also toyed with the ends of his hair,

make that beautiful face clear.

" what's so funny?" Kinanti did not stare at Yoga's face and was busy justifying his hair.

" Our fate.."

Hearing that Kinanti fell silent,

" i want us to be side by side until we get old.."

" you mean..??"

" Don't go. Don't dodge.."

" If you want us to coexist well, get married soon, maybe my attitude will be better for you"

Kinanti.

" Pity that woman if I only make it an outlet.."

" not just get married, but you have to love her..!" firmly Kinanti.

" How can I love others..? my heart is full of you.."

Kinanti was silent, her face flushed suddenly, somehow embarrassed, somehow upset..

" it's so bad I want to pull all your hair out to bald." muttered Kinanti.

Yoga laughed, The two were silent for quite a while looking at Damar from afar.

Kinanti seemed to be busy with her hair running around, until some of it stuck between her lips.

" Okay.." complains Kinanti,

The yoga that saw it from earlier sighed the hair, and pulled it back with a heart.

" Even the wind likes your face, how can you tell me to stay away." said Yoga.

Kinanti is silent, shy, uncomfortable, so one.

Kinanti hurriedly looked around, she was afraid that anyone would see Yoga touching her hair.

" Don't worry, no worker dares to stare at us." said Yoga calming Kinanti.

" Keep your hands..!" Kinanti,

" then take care of your face.." Yoga smile.

" you mean?!"

" Nan..?" call Yoga gentle, call it Yoga,

" Mom! not Nan.." Kinanti glared,

Yoga laughs, though,

" mbakyu. mbak yu who I love." said Yoga made Kinanti semaki glare.

" Hey. those pretty eyes can jump out lhoo.." Yoga still laughs.

" Stop the Yog?!"

" Yes yes. has already been. later on seen people you know.." sahut Yoga.

" Yog! Yoga?!!" damar's voice came from far away, his hands waving.

" Well, Mas Damar called me. Stay here, princess.." Yoga put those tempe chips and then got up.

" I'm coming?!" Kinanti got up, too,

" Don't.you'll get dirty." said Yoga.

But Kinanti was still tailing behind Yoga, she wanted to see her husband up close.

And sure enough, Kinanti fell and fell.

" What did I say?" Yoga helps Kinnati stand up.

Damar who saw his wife fall from a distance would actually run closer, but when he saw Yoga had helped his wife, his intention was to undo.

" Just sit there and wait for us.." Ujar Yoga's.

" Daddy?!" call Kinanti to her husband, please,

" Just sit down?! sit baby!" the voice of Damar shouted.

" What I'm saying, even your husband told you to sit quietly.. obey mbak yu dear.." soft Yoga voice.

Hearing that Kinanti returned to her original place with heavy steps.

" Fall down?" greet the mother who passed Kinanti.

" No ma'am. I lack heart." replied Kinanti smiling, smiling,

" Lenggah mriki (sit here) you know mbak." said one of the mothers who just sat and rested.

" Rest mom..?" tanya Kinanti sat beside the mother.

" Yes mbak. only now see until close range.."

" Not ma'am.." Kinanti nodded, though,

" Pinter mas Damar is looking for a beautiful, beautiful wife." said the mother smiled, smiling,

" Mulyo sir's tractor is damaged like it is.." added the mother,

" oh.that's Mulyo sir..?"

" no mbak, he owns 5 rice fields here..

mas Damar pinter fix this nggih mbak..

if you are a Yoga doctor, you can repair the machine..

it's usually a nyuntik people.." the mother smiled, she smiled,

" Not ma'am.." Kinanti smiled, she did not know what to answer.

He turned his eyes to her husband again.

It is true.The figure of Damar whose feet and hands are dirty is all-round, can be,

which woman does not fall in love sees such a strong and friendly character.

While one, though,

Kinanti glanced at Yoga who was beside Damar.

His energy may be only half Damar's energy in the business of working hard, but the matter to kaleman and his handsome face, Kinanti could not comment.

" Oh.." Kinnati complained in her heart,

this kind of situation he thought.

She looked at the two men, one was her husband, and the other was the man she had loved with all her heart, and she still loved him.