Damar For Kinanti
drowning in the past
" I'm with you already bought Lee's new car..?" ask the Mbah while stirring the coffee he deliberately made for his grandson.
Damar smiled, he took the stirred coffee and put it next to him.
While he was sitting not far from the furnace that is always used mbah utinya to cook.
" Neither.." replied Damar shortly,
" That Mbah has told you to buy a long time ago." said the Mbah looked at his grandson lovingly.
" Something bothers you le..?" ask the Mbah again, he caught the anxiety on the look of Damar's face.
" Mboten mbah.(not mbah.)" replied Damar kalem.
" Something you're thinking, whether a little or a lot, it's obvious.My eyes are perfectly healthy.."
the word mbah made the man silent,
" mbah.." call Damar in doubt,
" seng mbok mbok mbok thought iku opo tho. (by the way you think what.)" mbah uti sound gives a sense of comfort.
" There comes a fear of Mbah." said Damar Lirih, who,
" fear of opo (what is ) tho le?"
" just worry about it.."
" about..?"
Damar was silent, he was worried about what he was going to say,
" It feels so petty that my thoughts are mbah. and I have never felt this kind of thing before..
but. I hope you can keep all my complaints, this,
I talk about this with mbah alone, not with anyone else..
because I want to know, what I feel is something normal or excessive." look Damar sayu's face.
" Rene.. (here.)" the Mbah patted the chair beside him, telling his grandson to sit closer.
" What is this about?" ask the calm monk after Damar moved to sit next to him.
" I saw Yoga looking at my wife with a slight look.." Damar stopped, it felt like he could not continue he said.
" No mbah.maybe it's just my thoughts are shortsighted.." he said then bowed.
Smiling at his grandson, he could catch what Damar was talking about.
" So.. finally you bought a car because you're jealous of Yoga?" the words made Damar freeze, and,
all his feelings had been discovered by his messenger with just a few sentences.
The Mbah patted Damar on the back, and,
" What makes you so jealous of your sister?" ask the mbah, please,
Damar did not immediately answer, he still felt his feelings slowly.
" His gaze was different." Damar replied later,
" Yoga is pretty, but have you never seen a mirror?"
Bows down, mamar,
" You are also handsome, sweet.. tall, dashing.. What are you lacking..?" continued the mbah, but Damar still bowed.
" It's only natural that Yoga addresses your wife..
your wife is beautiful, and Yoga has long been a widower..
you think human if he is fascinated a little bit,
but mbah sure.. Yoga knows itself.."
Damar who was still silent nodded at last.
" You've never been like this before, and it's not something worth taking for granted..
maybe there's an attitude that Yoga admires from your wife? his proximity to Bagas was probably what made him feel happy..
understand, Bagas grew up without a mother figure..
and now your wife is like the perfect mother figure for Bagas,
Yoga must feel that..
kinanti's sincere affection for her son..
it is natural that there is a sense of pleasure or admiration in his heart.."
Damar just nodded.
" Damar, if there is such a feeling in the heart of Yoga, then,
all you have to do is give him some understanding..
not even trying to compete with him..
think clearly..
you're not a Yoga rival, though,
and Yoga cannot rival you..
Yoga must be aware of that..
Yoga is brought up with abundant affection, all its needs are met..
as for you, even though the son of a capable person you still painstakingly lee..
and it makes you wise..
but Mbah appreciates your efforts more..
As a more mature person, embrace your sister,
make him feel your affection so he's reluctant to touch yours.."
Damar stared at the altar, his eyes glazed with glass.
" Your wife is a good woman, so trust her." said the Mbah again.
" Yes mbah." Damar replied at last, he embraced the arm of his altar, then bowed his head and leaned on the shoulder of his altar.
" Owalah le. seng is patient. (who is patient.) uripmu must be timid. (your life must be good.)" said the Mbah while stroking Damar's head.
Winda held Bagas who was still asleep beside Yoga.
" You in the afternoon?" ask Winda on Yoga who is still lying on the bed.
The man blinked his eyes, and sat down.
" Where would you like to take it?" tanya Yoga, please,
" the nanny's permission not to come in. So let's take a shower at my house..?" winda.
" Let me stay here with me, but I'm in the afternoon." said Yoga.
" Ah, let me take it home, you look so good for a few days, I'm so not calm leaving Bagas with you.."
" As for me, I'm still his father..Can't you not take care of him?" tukas Yoga, Japan,
" I know that, it's good that you start to open your heart, Bagas time will you let without mother continue to grow up?"
" Ah, ma'am Win, this morning talk about it?!" Yoga suddenly woke up, his voice rising with annoyance.
" I'm talking this way because I care about you and your son?"
" If you care, you should have helped me?! not just shut up!" unequivocal Yoga,
" What do you mean Yog?!"
" Don't you know I don't love Bagas' mom?! but couldn't even help me in front of our parents at all?! am I your sister?!,
and now that my fate is like this you blame me?!"
" Where are you talking?!" Winda was shocked by the emotions of Yoga that suddenly rose, even though during this Yoga figure who ignored the problem.
" I love other women! until this moment I love him!
my life is ruined because of your parents' arrogance! and now that my son has to endure it?, that woman was your parents' choice!
a woman who heartlessly left her son who was still red!" Yoga off Control, emotions that have been held up for several years is just overflowing.
" They're your parents too Yog! watch what you say?!" resolute Winda.
" Don't force me to marry again! I still love the woman I left behind." Yoga's voice dropped, she sat on the edge of the bed while covering her face with her palm.
" If there were no Bagas, I would have stepped away from this place." he lamented softly.
" It's your own fault, which doesn't take everything well..
if I speak hurt, I also have many wounds, too,
but I gave it up, though,
you know, I'm also married to a father's son not out of love,
you know very well our parents won't allow us to marry someone whose abilities are below ours..
should my problem first be able to make your steps more careful?!"
resolute Winda rigid.
" I can't act like you?! ignoring my feelings?!"
" And what are you going to do? drowning in the past? struggling with your pain and regret?!
you got a kid you should think about for the future?"
" But I don't have to marry again?!"
firm Yoga hard, making Bagas who was in the sling of Winda woke up.
" Uh.. baby, surprised huh?" Winda stroked Bagas' back.
" We stop this emotionally draining talk, I don't want my morning to be bad just because you can't control yourself!" resolute Winda then walked away as soon as possible, he did not want to argue anymore with Yoga, although his heart was very sad to see his only puppet sister.
He knows exactly what his parents did first,
and not only Yoga is treated like that, but also himself.
But over time she was able to accept her husband's existence.
It's not that Vinda doesn't have someone she loves,
the position of Winda is even more sad.the man he loves is the son of one of his father's workers, more precisely the son of his father's labor..
and Winda knows, their relationship will never get blessing.
because of that, Vinda accepted the reality, did not oppose anything and parted well with the man.
And fortunately the man realized that both were sincere and willing to accept.
The queen complained in her heart,
he knew Yoga suffered so much with his feelings, but as a brother he did not have to think only about the fate of Yoga, but also the fate of his nephew Bagas.
Winda expels the uproar in his heart immediately, he has to deal with the child and her husband, and his feelings should not be poisoned by his quarrel with Yoga, he said,
he just kept walking towards his house while holding Bagas who fell asleep back in his arms.
