Damar For Kinanti

strike

This morning seemed as bright as ever.

Damar's sensitive nose can catch the scent of his wife's fresh body because of the soap and lotion that Kinanti uses.

Silent quiet Damar pouting,

he was so upset to see Kinanti that fresh.

" It's okay, let me get on the bike.." Said Kinanti while tidying her hair.

" No, I'll take you for a minute, but don't get mad if I come right back..

I don't know why my business partner from Surabaya even came this holiday.." Damar's face was not excited.

" What mom said if I let you ride your own motorbike, this morning again.." continued Damar.

" I'm used to it, and I'm the one who spoils me too much." said Kinanti,

" No. I have an hour before they come, I'll drop you off.."

" speed? no.. I don't want to..?!" kinanti said worriedly.

" Oh, come on..?!" Damar got up, and walked out.

While Kinanti could only follow him with a slight weight of heart.

I knew her husband had an appointment with one of his business partners.

An hour of time to drive Kinanti to her mother's house and back to the factory.

For sure Damar will speed on the road, of course he does not want her husband until there is anything on the road just because of the rush.

But there was nothing she could do with her husband, with Kinanti forced to follow his steps into the garage.

" That..??" damar's voice was confused, the car did not turn on even in the starter.

" Why mas?" tanya Kinanti approached towards Damar who was sitting in the steering chair.

Damar's face was grim for a moment,

" Not now dong is on strike? I'm going to take my wife?!" sorry about the car.

About 15 minutes Damar tried, the car was on, but it died again, and it happened several times.

" It's a mas. let me just ride the motorbike." said Kinanti saw her husband was already upset with his car.

" Fixed now also take time.for the reason why mas, I will be fine to ride a motorcycle.." Persuade Kinanti.

But Damar did not answer, he got out of the car and walked towards the house mbak Winda.

" Mom Win?! borrow a car?!" Not to mention that at the door Damar had already called out to Winda in a loud voice, it seemed that Damar was very upset.

" Why is the car?!" Yoga who had just come out of his house heard the voice of Damar.

He looked neat with cloth pants and a shirt.

" My car is purik (toggle )..!" replied Damar continued his steps to the door of the Winda house that was still closed.

" Where are you going?" ask Yoga again,

" It's your mbak yu, go to mom's house..?!" answer Damar.

" Just use my car? I just happened to be panning at dawn.." Yoga offered.

" Opo and Dam? look at me.. ?! (what the hell is Dam? yell yell..?! )" Willa came out from inside his house, he still looks tangled because it's Sunday, it's Sunday,

he relaxes because his son has school holidays.

" Borrow a car. Will you take my wife?"

" Duwe factory, montor kok nyelih, ngisin ngisini. (have a factory, a car kok borrow, make a shame only.)" instead of in the car loan, Damar even in omeli by Winda.

Seeing her husband in the omeli Winda Kinanti approaching.

" Don't you?!" said Kinanti,

" yet, your time has been habi much.. mas to the factory alone, I took a motorbike..?!" Kinanti is a little pushy.

" Don't?!" answer Damar, please,

" even a storm..?" muttered Winda yawned.

" If you don't mind let me just take you mas, all I want to go to the city indeed, I have an appointment in a few hours,

so it doesn't matter between mbak yu mas.." Yoga mediate.

Damar thought for a moment,

" Wes, let's take Yoga, you go to the factory!" resolute Winda.

Kinanti bowed, she pulled her husband's arm, and,

" Let's get on the bike." he said half a whisper.

Damar let out a heavy sigh, he seemed disappointed by his condition.

" Yes already, yoga transfer only? it's okay.I'm not calm you ride a motorcycle, lately many riders are unfortunate.." said Damar kissed his wife's forehead.

" Take your bag, then go with Yoga.."

" Mad??" Kinanti pulled up Damar's arm again.

" Yes Yog, my wife's delivery? get you inside the house?" damar on Yoga.

" Any mas..calm down, if I need to go home later I take it too, I go home at 3 an? hows it? let mas not hero wiri?",

" Well, I may, just do not disturb your schedule." said Damar, as long as you,

" no mas.. But mbak yu want to go home at what time?" tanya Yoga looked at Kinanti.

" Yu ma'am you come home late in the afternoon, but to be safe, you just go over your yu mbak and take it home.."

Yoga smile, yoga smile,

" Good mas." he said.

" Yes, take your bag, baby." said Damar.

Kinanti walked back inside the house with heavy steps to pick up her handbag.

Damar who saw his wife get into the car Yoga felt a little strange, there was a sense of displeasure in his heart, not as usual.

" My wife is so beautiful." lamented, silent she had a sense of anxiety and also saw the friendly attitude of Yoga on Kinanti.

Especially when in the rice field at that time Damar had seen Yoga touch Kinanti, even though it was only to help Kinanti who fell to get back on her feet.

Let alone the look of Yoga like that, quite handsome and pleasant..

which woman is not happy to be with a man like Yoga.

The more was the heart of Damar.

But then he realized that Yoga was his sister, and Kinanti was his wife, how could his mind be so dirty.

To throw it away is far from that unreasonable thought.

" Not to the factory yet?" ask Winda out of his house again,

" Wes mbak.. ojok ngomel ae. (it has mbak... don't just say.)" said Damar then walked back into his house, leaving the astonished Winda astonished by Damar's unusual sentence towards him.

While the stepmother who had been watching from the window of his house just smiled, I don't know what the meaning of his smile.

" Will you come to the market again?" ask Yoga on the way.

" No need, just go straight home" said Kinanti flat.

" Okay." replied Yoga again focused on the highway.

But soon his concentration was disrupted,

Kinanti who arrived opened the window, making the wind into the car, so that blow away the long unraveling Kinanti hair.

The fragrant smell coming from Kinanti's hair is of course up to Yoga's nose.

Degs..

heart Yoga rippling..

the aroma is still the same, complained Yoga in the heart.

" Your taste hasn't changed, has it..?" say Yoga, though,

" you mean?" Kinti turned towards Yoga.

" Your shampoo.the smell remains the same as when we were dating..

does your lotion stay the same? and your favorite soap, too?"

" Enough.it's rude to talk to me about that thing you called mbak yu," Kinanti said.

Yoga laughs, though,

" Who told you to open the window, your hair just fluttered towards me..

evokes memories of the sweet past." says Yoga,

" Cute?! bullshit. " said Kinanti.

" At least our relationship is always fine before the catastrophe happens." murmured Yoga heard by Kinanti.

" Just shut up, and drive me home at your command"

Yoga smiled faintly at her, a bitter taste surging in her heart.

" If the man wasn't Damar, would you think I'd be this patient?"

" What else did that say mean??!"

" if your husband were another man, I would definitely seize you in a brutal way..!

I can't stand every time I see you, though,

my blood is like going up to a sweet potato, longing, angry, disappointed, mixed into one..

do you know, I control myself with all my might so as not to pull you into my arms..?"

the sound of Yoga shakes withholding the feeling.

It was obvious how grievous the feeling was, but there was nothing Kinanti could do.

Kinanti just kept quiet and threw her gaze at the highway.