Glass Flakes

Throes

Dimas was standing at the door of Adinda's room. Many times he knocked but there was no answer from within. He opened the door that turned out to be unlocked and turned his head inside. Not seeing Adinda, he just entered and sat on the sofa while waiting for Dinda who was in the bathroom. There was the sound of water taps being turned off. Slowly the bathroom door was opened and showed a beautiful figure who had changed clothes with a home-based gamis. With her hair still tied to the cepol, adding to the pretty aura of the girl who had not noticed Dimas' presence in her room.

Dinda untied her hair and sat down in front of her dresser. His right hand grabbed the comb and his eyes were fixed on the glass in front of him. From the reflection of the glass, a shadow of a man was sitting staring at him.

"Aaaaaaaaaaa,,,,!!!" screeched Dinda twisted her body and threw the comb she was holding towards Dimas.

Dimas who saw Dinda's shock immediately stood up as he placed an index finger on his lips hinted to calm down.

"Why is Dim in Dinda's room?"

"You were finally put on. I have already knocked on the door. Since you didn't answer yes I went in" Dimas approached Dinda and sat on the edge of the bed that was right in front of Dinda.

Dimas watched Dinda's face without the hijab in front of him. With her long hair unraveling, it really made Dimas gobsmackle.

What is ngliatin to rich. No more wearing a veil.

"Why are you here?!" Repeat Dinda with a slightly upset tone.

"Please apologize for making Dinda angry. That's really an emotion"

"Do you know what caused Dinda kayak?"

Dimas shook his head. "Because we hit Alex?" Dimas replied hesitantly.

"No!" Dinda thumped his lips.

"Keep why?"

"Mas realized that I said I wanted to teach Andra before I became a widow. I wish Dinda was a widow. As long as you know, Dinda survived this far not to be a widow. Or is it a mas who is planning to take Dinda? Then why not just from the past, mas ce,,,"

Cup

Dimas tipped Dinda's lips that look funny when nyerocos in front of him. Dinda herself was still shocked by the incident she had just experienced.

"Udah ranting?" Dimas asked smilingly towards Dinda.

"What the hell is that?!" Dinda twisted her body hiding her already reddened face.

Dimas stood closer to Dinda and crouched down in front of her to see the face of the girl who was looking down. His hand grabbed Dinda's two hands and cupped her into his grasp.

"Dinda, don't say such words again if you don't want to see angry mas" Dimas said solemnly. "Mas never once thought of doing things like you said. I will not make you a widow unless God wills it".

Dimas stood up and pulled Dinda's hand to stand following him. Slowly Dimas guided Dinda into his arms.

Unexpectedly the girl complied and rested her head on the chest of her husband's field. A strange feeling rolled in his heart as Dimas gently stroked his hair. She closed her eyes, enjoying every caress from the firm hand of her husband. Even he himself can hear the throbbing from the chest of the field is not much different from what he feels. For a moment they were overwhelmed with their own feelings. The warmth and comfort were so good for both.

Slowly Dimas let go of his embrace. He looked at the face of the girl who was still down. Both her hands cupped a pretty face in front of her and directed her to look at her. He gently removed the unraveled hair and tucked it behind the ear. Now there was nothing to prevent him from looking into the pretty eyes in front of him. His eyes turned on the tiny lips that had made his mind go crazy.

"Mas,," said Dinda who saw Dimas getting closer to his face.

Not until a matter of seconds, Dimas had enjoyed the tiny lips that had teased him earlier. Dinda was lulled with a soft treatment Dimas. This is her first kiss with a man.

"First kiss?" Temptation Dimas who felt Dinda was the first to do it.

Dinda hit Dimas' chest upset.

"Then I stole it"

Dimas again grabbed Dinda's body into his arms.

"Sorry to Din. I'm really sorry".

Dinda nodded in Dimas's arms.

Chequelek

Suddenly the door opened and saw Ambar's mother who stood glued to her place to see Dimas who was still in a position to hug Dinda.

"Eeehhh,, sorry. Mama didn't come in" she closed the door again and left Dinda's room with a smile on her lips.

"Because, Dinda's ashamed of my mother" annoyed Dinda distanced her body.

"Why embarrassed? Mama can understand. Proof the door is back in the lock".

"Ck,, that's it. I'm going down there to see my mom first"

"OK, means you can come back here again dong?"

"Aaahhh, ah, ah" he annoyed Dinda as he pushed Dimas out of his room and closed the door.

Dimas walked down the stairs to the living room where his parents were. She sat on the sofa next to her mother.

"It seems that we will soon have a grandchild" mama's tease to Dimas.

"Oh,, huh? Nice dong ma" said Lukman.

"Mama papa what the hell. If Dinda Denger can be ashamed of her"

"There is no Dinda Dim. Mama is very happy that your relationship has improved. You're fine, take care of Dinda's feelings. She's a good girl Dim"

"Yes ma"

"Aren't you planning to go back home? Linda is healed. Shouldn't you guys live together?" Ask Lukman.

"Later Dimas spoke to Dinda Pa. He's afraid he won't be"

"You're a pinter-pinter dong taking Dinda's heart".

Talks broke down as Dinda was seen walking towards them. Dinda approached and kissed the hands of her two parents-in-law. Not even Dinda sat himself down, Dimas first held and pulled his hand.

"Yuk"