Glass Flakes

Fainted

Dinda finally finished her family dinner successfully. With all his might he dampened all the feeling that was raging in his chest. The warm family treatment and also Dimas who seemed to understand it also made him more able to control his feelings.

Well, Dimas was indeed impressed indifferently to Dinda. Not because he did not pay attention to his wife, but he knew very well that his little wife was more comfortable if he did not engage in conversation with her. Sometimes he glanced at Dinda who was only focusing on her food. Seeing Dinda from such a close distance made Dimas unceasingly smile. For him it was the first time he could stare at his wife's face from a distance that was still within his reach. Aaahhh, I want it to feel like he is grabbing the girl into his arms. Taking over the wounds that lay in his heart. The wound he had once inflicted, which had snatched away the smile of the girl who was now sitting in front of him.

After finishing the dinner, they walked out of the restaurant together. Mr. Samsul who that night acted as a driver who brought the family of Mr. Lukman had parked his car right in front of the entrance of the restaurant. While Dimas who carries his own vehicle still stands to see one by one his family members enter the car.

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Suddenly, Dinda limps to lose consciousness. Dimas who saw it immediately rushed towards Dinda.

"Din,, Dinda," Dimas patted Dinda's cheek.

Mr. Lukman and the mother who was in the car went back out to check on Dinda.

"We take Dim home" said Mr. Lukman calmly.

"But pa" said Dimas, who felt he had to take Dinda to the hospital.

"Dinda don't papa, we'll call the family doctor".

"Yes pa" replied Dimas and handed Talita his car keys. "You brought my brother's car".

"Yes my sister" replied Talita obediently.

Dimas lifted Dinda's body into the car with his parents. The worried look was clearly visible on his face.

Arriving at home, Dimas himself carried Dinda to his room on the second floor. He carefully laid down Dinda's body, took off his shoes and then covered her.

Mr. Lukman came in with a bag containing his medical equipment. He examined Dinda who still had not opened her eyes. The girl's face was pale with sweat drenching her forehead.

"He's just stressed Dim, you don't have to worry" explained Mr. Lukman to calm Dimas who did look worried.

"But why not yet know pa? Shouldn't we take her to the hospital?"

"After conscious too. You calm down"

Soon, Ambar and Talita's mother came in with a cup of sweet tea in her hand.

"Not yet aware pa?" Mom asked who saw Dinda still asleep. He also sat himself on the edge of the bed while applying eucalyptus oil hoping Dinda would soon be aware.

"We take it to the hospital aja pa" interrupted Talita who was also worried.

"That's it, no papa. Let's wait outside" Mr. Lukman held the shoulder of the mother who looked at him confused. "We wait for Doctor Hasan outside" continued Mr. Lukman blinked his eyes.

Lita is forced to follow her parents out of Dinda's room.

"Why come out anyway ma, kasian brother Dinda" protested Talita.

"Ask your father" answered the mother pointing towards Mr. Lukman in front of him.

Arriving downstairs, they sat on the sofa in the living room.

"Why pa?" tanya Talita was impatient.

"Biarin Dimas Sama Dinda first. It's still you".

"Ihhh, papa how the hell. Brother Dinda still fainted that way"

"Who said?"

"Emang Dinda is conscious?" Ask my mom again.

"Heemmm,," nodded Lukman. "Give Dimas a chance. Maybe someone wants to tell his wife".

"But later if brother Dinda panic more how? He can't be left alone, Brother Dimas"

"Here you go, Dimas definitely knows what to do" replied Lukman casually.

Meanwhile in the room. Dimas painstakingly wiped the sweat that continued to wet Dinda's forehead. Occasionally his hand also seeped into the palm of Dinda's hand which also felt cold.

"Is it that hard to see me?" Said Dimas. "Sorry for making you like this, why didn't you tell me earlier that you're still uncomfortable seeing me? Why do you keep your own wounds? I'm sorry, sorry to make you suffer. I'm sorry Dinda" Dimas no longer holds back his tears. His chest felt tight every time he saw his wife was suffering so much to be near him.

"What am I supposed to do now? What if you weren't with me you'd be happy? What by not seeing me you'll be okay? If it's any good to you, I'll stay away from you. I'm sorry".

Dinda who was aware of the stupor was no longer able to pretend. His chest rumbled listening to the words that Dimas had just spoken. A feeling of relief and also not willing to burst into the recesses of his heart. Yes, of course he was relieved because he no longer had to see Dimas which made him recall his wounds.

But that feeling of unwillingness why just appeared in his heart? Is it possible he wouldn't be willing if Dimas had to stay away from him? Butwhy? It was not that he had avoided it all along. Ahhhh, should he think about it now?

Slowly, Dinda opened her eyes. He saw Dimas was bowed while holding his hand. Slowly he pulled his hand from Dimas's grasp which made the man raise his head.

"You're sober?" tanya Dimas sounded worried.

Ignoring Dimas's question, Dinda turned her face away.

"I'll call you mama" said Dimas again and stood out from Dinda's room.