Glass Flakes

Tragedies

A black sports car splits the streets of the capital. As usual Dimas was dropping Dinda off for college. But this morning there was a different atmosphere surrounding both. The girl just silently stared out the glass ignoring the husband who also seemed to focus on driving without a word coming out of his mouth.

Back flash:

After dinner ends their date, Dimas escorts Dinda to her parents' house. Dimas seemed to be thinking of something staring at the back of the girl who was slowly missing behind the door of the mansion. After a moment of struggling with his thoughts, he steadied his heart stepping following Dinda towards his room.

Long he was silent in front of the room that used to be his. His heart and mind seemed to shout two different things between knocking or just going from there. But in the midst of his inner struggle, it turns out his body more quickly took over. His hand unhesitatingly lifted and knocked on the door in front of him.

Tok,,, tock,, tock,,,

Dinda who had just finished her pending obligations was visibly shocked by the sound of a knock on her bedroom door. Still wearing his mukenya boss, he walked towards the door of his room.

Chequelek

"Mas Dim?"

Dimas who had seen Dinda in front of him stared intensely at both of Dinda's eyeballs.

"Em, would you like to get here?" Say Dimas carefully.

Sontak Dinda who heard Dimas' words was surprised.

"M,, do you mean Dim?" Ask Dinda nervously.

"Mas wants to be with Dinda longer. I also want to tell stories before I go to bed. I want to keep Dinda. Can you?"

Ah, what I just said. Why too to the point. Haiiisssh,, suck you Dim, Dim.

Dinda widened her eyes to hear Dimas say. The girl seemed to have just been reminded that Dimas was her husband. Someone who should have lived with him. Slowly his common sense took over. He did not deny the situation now is much better when with the man. There was no harm in trying to get closer to her husband. Slowly his face loosened. His hand that was still holding the door handle was moving to open the door wider to let the man in front of him. A smile rattled on the lips of the man which of course made his heart beat rhythmically.

Dinda was already on the bed with a blanket covering half of her body. A real clockwork was heard in his ear. His heart? Ah, if only the heart wasn't in his body, it was possible that the lump of flesh had jumped out so quickly that it was beating.

Dimas had just come out of the bathroom and had replaced his jeans with shorts that were still stored in his closet. He walked closer to the bed and sat on the opposite side of Dinda who looked nervous.

"Dinda why?"

"Eng,, no. Emm, where did you get that change of clothes from?" Tanya Dinda tried to calm herself down.

"From the cupboard" Dimas pointed to the end of the closet door.

"The key is there? Dinda was curious many times to open but never met the key"

"There's a dong, at the bottom of the drawer at the end" Dimas replied smiling.

Dimas also raised his body and grabbed a blanket that some of it used Dinda. Both of them seemed so awkward to be in such a situation for the first time.

"Thank you" said Dimas suddenly staring at Dinda.

"For what?"

"Mas,," hardened Dinda stopped Dimas' speech.

Dimas also nodded at his words. The girl beside him did not like it if he brought up the incident that would open his old wounds.

"sorry"

Silent

"Mas Dim knows Andra?" Dinda said after turning her brain to look for a conversation.

"You mean Alex?"

"Ah, yes. I called him Alex earlier"

"Emm, not so familiar. I met him a few times in the arena".

"Arena?"

"Ohhh, that, actually, is an ordinary street anyway. Only on the road is often held some kind of race that"

"Ah, yes. Talita once told me that Dim used to race often huh?"

"Hmm," Dimas replied as he scratched his nape.

"Why isn't the bike ever made again?"

"Mas just don't want the disease will recur later"

"Disease? What disease do you have?" Ask Dinda worried.

"Disease loves racing. Hehehe,,,"

"Ihhh, kirain is sick what that is" annoyed Dinda pursed her lips. "Dinda really wants to ride a rich motorcycle. But bother with mommy same papa"

Dinda's words managed to get Dimas's attention focused entirely on him. One more thing Dimas knew from the girl. It turns out that the wife who had been seen as a feminine and also meek in fact is not entirely true. Even Dinda casually recounted her pranks with three friends while still in school in her hometown. And this of course makes Dimas more curious about other surprises that will be given his little wife.

When Dinda was still cool to tell about her school days, the view of the man could not be separated from the lips of Dinda that he had tasted this afternoon. And the more he noticed, the more powerless he was to enjoy his wife's tiny lips again.

Slowly he moved closer to Dinda. With an intense gaze of his eyes he stared towards the girl in front of him. Aware of being noticed, Dinda stopped her story and looked towards Dimas who had started to bring his face closer.

Dimas slowly landed his lips on Dinda's lips. Gently the man enjoyed the tiny lips that had already looked adorable in his eyes. Seeing no rejection from Dinda, Dimas also added the action with his hands that began to guerrilla and slowly lower the zipper gamis used by his wife.

Feeling some of Dimas's body already on it, suddenly made the girl's body stiffen. A terrifying shadow flashed across his head. Without a second thought, the girl pushed Dimas' body almost to the floor if his long legs did not hold it.

Flashback end