Glass Flakes

Idols

Dimas out of Dinda's room with a fresh condition. With knee-length shorts and a white t-shirt he walked into the kitchen to find his wife. His hair is still wet he combed up so that it further adds to the aura of good looks. He stood in front of the kitchen door and spread his gaze looking for Dinda. The mothers who were busy in the kitchen did not miss the opportunity to look at the dashing man who looked confused.

"Dinda Dim Nyariin?" Ask Atikah's mom who saw Dimas standing at the kitchen door.

"Yes buk" Dimas turned his body to look at his in-laws.

"He is in front of the same Mbah uti. You have breakfast first. Not breakfast yet, right?"

"Later a buk, Dimas ahead first" he said as he walked away from the kitchen.

Instantly the atmosphere of the kitchen was excited after Dimas left from there.

That's Dinda's husband deck? Very handsome yes.

Your ma'am is a rich artist, huh mbak?

Still have a brother does not mbak, would also have a rich daughter-in-law Dimas.

"Haisss,, these moms are fuckin' shit. Udah ah, not good will be the ferocity of Dimas" said Atikah ma'am responding to the fussiness of other mothers in the kitchen.

Dimas stepped his foot into the living room where his wife was. Seemed busy some decorators who go back and forth decorate the simple house for the event later in the afternoon. For a moment his footsteps stopped to see the figure of his wife who was cool joking with his brothers and also an old woman in the middle of it.

"Mas! Here" Dinda waved her hand towards Dimas.

Dimas walked over to his wife.

"It's grandma's want of acquaintance" Dinda stood up to welcome Dimas and pulled the man's hand to get closer.

"Ahhh,, iki my temple. The handsome tenan kue le" said the old woman who had been sitting next to Dinda.

Dimas grabbed the old hand and kissed it. Dimas could guess that she was Dinda's grandmother because on the other side of the grandmother was Alfian who was writhing on her left arm and Anisa on the other sofa.

"Sit here le" Grandma patted the empty spot next to her that Dinda had occupied.

"Yes Grandma" Dimas sat down beside her grandmother and Dinda sat herself down, at Anisa's feet.

"Heh, call mbah uti. Ojo melu-melu Dinda calls grandma"

"Yes mbah uti" said Dimas understood.

"That's right to cool rich grandma in tipi-tipi" said Dinda.

"Al also calls grandma" Alfian chimed in.

"Helehhh,, wes nang, ora need to be visited by Dinda kuwi's boy" Dimas just smiled in response to the words mbah uti that he did not understand.

"Kuwe ki your age piro to le, marry kok ndadak koyo ngono, sewah dadine ora iso teko".

"Older dad, Dim already wants thirty" chirped Dinda who made Dimas frown.

"Hush, iki pancen boy mbuh. Wedok kuwi sing polite boy karo bojone" annoyed with sewage rent Dinda's ears.

"Oh,, ouch, geez. Sick" Dinda grimaced holding her ear.

Dimas himself smiled anxiously at his wife who turned out to be a little rancid. Dinda met her grandmother this time after her marriage to Dimas. At that time, Grandma could not attend because of her health.

"Biyen sewah ngiro Dinda kui pregnant disik. Lha wong Ijeh school kok kok kususu rabbi"

Dinda and Dimas look awkward hearing the last sentence that was said symbolically. Dimas who did not understand the language of Java was a little bit caught what his grandmother meant.

"Eh Din, bring Dimas breakfast first. This morning he did not come to breakfast, he must be hungry" said Anisa suddenly. She understood that her sister and sister-in-law were uncomfortable with her symbolic speech.

Dinda was also pleased to deliver Dimas breakfast. As many people were milling about in the house, Dimas asked Dinda to bring her food to the room. Dimas himself is actually not too comfortable with the number of strangers who are in one house with him. But because of the friendliness of the extended family Dinda made her a little more accustomed. Moreover, they treated Dimas like a very precious boy. Well, it's probably because they don't know the reason he married Dinda, he thought.

Time is approaching night. The entire series of application events was completed and running smoothly. The house that had been boisterous filled with guests from the bride, neighbors and also relatives was gradually deserted leaving several nuclear families who did intend to stay overnight. Including mbah uti, pak de Munif and his wife and two children.

Dinda was already in her room. Seemed an annoyed look adorned his father's face.

Back flash:

Some women consisting of siblings and also neighboring mothers took turns to invite Dimas berselfi ria on the terrace that has been in magic like a flower. At first Dinda felt proud because she was the owner of the handsome man of the new idol mothers. Until finally, when her cousin Tyas and the other girls began to follow her husband, there was a sense of unwillingness to infiltrate her heart. And even more upset when Dimas just smiled and served their request to take pictures together.

The flash back end.

Chequelek

Dimas entered the room and saw Dinda slumping her face on a pillow. Thinking Dinda sleeps, Dimas also took off the batik shirt he still wore since the event.

"Udah, so the artist?" Said Dinda suddenly startled Dimas who was opening a closet at the time.

"Huh? Who?" Dimas turned his head towards Dinda with a puzzled look.

"Mas Dim has been an artist all day. It's good to take pictures of those girls?"

Dimas smiled at Dinda's words. He also undoes his intention to take a change of clothes and walk to his wife still bare chest. Dimas sat himself on the edge of the bed while looking at his wife who was still in a prone position.

"If you say that look at the person dong Din" said Dimas trying to lift Dinda's body.

"What the hell?" Elak Dinda's.

"Is my wife jealous?" Tempta Dimas successfully flipped over Dinda's body.

"Why not wear clothes?" Dinda closed her eyes seeing Dimas bare-chested.