Glass Flakes

Suspicious

"Dinda, tell me what makes you mad like this?" Dimas repeated his question.

"All right, I'm not angry. Just how can you not tell who I am to your ex. It was obvious that he misunderstood my status, but you were silent instead. Intentionally you?" Cerocos Windsor.

Dimas could no longer hide his laughter. Aahhhh, he's too anxious about the girl. And what is this? Just this time the girl talked all along with him. With such a sulking tone of voice, Dimas was getting crazier and crazier. He continued to laugh until he forgot the girl in front of him was waiting for his answer with a face that had gone red.

"Sorry, sorry," said Dimas, stopping his laughter, realizing the girl in front of him was already looking very upset. "It turns out I don't know my wife".

Dinda was surprised to hear Dimas' words.

Did he say that? My wife? Ahhhhh, why am I acting like that. He is ge er. Where is also mated.

"Dinda, sorry. I didn't say you were my wife because I thought you didn't like it when I revealed our marital status. But it turns out I was wrong. I'm sorry, from now on I'll proudly introduce you as my wife". Dimas smiled ending his words. Another case with Dinda, the girl's face was already flushed with embarrassment because of the ridiculousness she created herself.

"From now on I want us to be open with each other's minds. Tell me when you don't like something about me. So do I, I'd say if I like it or not. Like earlier, I really like you calling me 'mas'". Dimas grabbed Dinda's hand which the girl, of course, rejected. But this time Dimas held her back until the girl's efforts were futile.

"Dinda, I really want to start with you. Please, give me a chance to make amends. I want to fix everything to make you happy".

Dinda was filled to hear the sincerity of the man in front of her. He also learned to accept the presence of the man. Slowly but surely, the sincerity of the man began to shake his heart.

Dimas was still holding Dinda's hand, slowly the girl tried to let go of the hand.

"Let's go home" said Dinda Lirih.

"Jawab my question first. You want to start everything with me?"

"Emm" Dinda nodded in agreement.

How happy Dimas was at the time. He returned to his car with a smile that continued to expand on his lips.

Week pass. During that time also Dinda and Dimas have brought each other closer to start the story of his household. Dinda, who was initially indifferent to the man, now gradually opened her heart. The start of an uneasy meeting was slowly buried. It seems that it was the patience and sincerity of Dimas that slowly closed his heart wound.

That day Dinda and Maya had just finished college. As usual they were in the campus cafeteria to just relax after struggling with the thick books he brought. Dinda herself was calling Mr. Samsul to pick him up. These two days Dimas was absent did not pick up Dinda. Even this morning Dinda left to be delivered by Mr. Samsul.

"Your husband didn't pick you up again today? Don't you tell him?" Ask Maya.

"Maybe he's still busy".

"Do you believe that?"

"Emang why? She needs May's job too".

"Din, Din. So a real innocent guy. Everyone knows that your husband works too. But all this time still to send you".

"Trus do you mean what rich talk is?"

"Yes, you think of Din. You live apart, obviously you don't really know what the job is. Trus, all day it's rich hp you're just a henchman. You haven't met for two days. As busy as he was in his time did not tell his wife anyway? Ati - it's Din".

"Don't till you're cut out. Got a saucy man living alone. Disamber lakor know your taste"

"Ck, you, this. That's a mute by the way"

"Oh yeah, you don't even know where he lives?"

Dinda nodded while thinking. Their relationship had indeed improved, but never once did Dinda think to visit her husband's apartment. Yes, besides Dimas, he always drove her home to his parents, he also never invited Dinda to just see where he lived all this time.

"You took me to Dimas' apartment?" Says Dinda after a while of thought.

"Naahhh, that's why you have the initiative. Don't just wait for the shampoo. Inget ya Din, the actor of today is pinter-pinter".

"What the hell. Ayuk ah, Mr. Samsul is already ahead".

They also left the canteen and headed to Dimas' apartment with ushered by Mr. Samsul. With mixed feelings Dinda enters the elevator accompanied by Maya. At that time, he deliberately did not give news to Dimas first. Of course it was deliberately to prove that Maya's speech was wrong.

Triings

"Is this really Din's floor?" Ask Maya to doubt.

"So said Mr. Samsul emang really this really"

They walked while watching the number stuck in front of the room. Arriving at the intended apartment, Dinda and Maya just stand sculpting without daring to press the bell in front of him. Until in the end a pregnant woman with a leisurely pitch pressed the door password and entered regardless of the existence of the two girls.

"This is Din's apartment, right?"

"Yes, this is really it"

"Trus who's that woman?"

Dinda put her shoulder out. Honestly Dinda herself was also curious about the woman she had just seen. A pregnant woman who freely entered her husband's apartment. His mind had imagined something that he had always denied.

??

"Din! Wanna come in?" Maya asked her to throw her daydream.

"Eh, yes"

With that unbecoming feeling, Dinda ventured to push the button that was not far from her.

Chequelek,,,

A woman opens the door. He watched Dinda from head to toe with a flat face. While Dinda herself just kept quiet about her feelings. It seemed that the girl was still guessing who the pregnant woman in front of her was.

What can't be,,,