Glass Flakes

Heartache

Siska watched the girl sitting in front of her. Envy seeped into his heart as he saw the ring that was coiled on Dinda's ring finger. Three years of dating Dimas did not necessarily make the man think to really have it. Even Siska herself had already openly asked Dimas to marry her and the man seemed to ignore her request. Dimas seemed to be lulled with his own world so often they quarreled just because of differences in views about marriage. Until finally he met Andrew, the man who sweetly offered the wedding he did. And foolishly he believed in that braggart.

Regret is now running through the recesses of his heart when he saw for himself the man who used to love him was now married to a girl who was even much younger than him. If only he had been patient longer, maybe now she was the mistress of Dimas. The wife of a successful young entrepreneur built her own business empire. And now, dashed was his hope to return to the man.

"Siska's sister does she need to do the same with Dinda?" Said Dinda resuscitated Siska daydream.

"Ah, no. I just happened to see you alone here. You waiting for Dimas?"

"Yes. Mommy herself why is it here? Stay here too?"

Siska smiled ambiguously. "You don't know the password of apart Dimas? why are you waiting for him here?"

The question instantly shattered Dinda's confidence. How should he answer that question? He could not answer that all this time they lived apart. He's his wife, what Siska said later if he knew the real situation.

"Mas Dim is already on its way. All of you later go up" Dinda smiled as if satisfied with the answer.

"Hhh, so remember I used to go to this apartment often"

Deg

"But I don't want if asked to wait rich you gini. You know, Dimas was very confused if I snagged. Hahahaa,,," continued Siska made Dinda stiffen with jealousy. "Eh, sorry Din, even nostalgia. Hehehe,,,"

"Hmm, no papa mbak. How rich was Dim?" Dinda asked withstanding the rumble in her chest.

"Emm, how is it. Dimas was so cute his son. But he loves me so much. Yeah that's how it's about"

"How far is your relationship?" Cynical Dinda. He could no longer resist the sense of urgency he wanted to overflow immediately. A feeling they call 'happy'.

"Yes that's it. Do you know about adult dating?"

Whatisthis? Why is it so painful to hear that word. Come on, Din, this woman is just her ex. You have it now, you are his wife.

"Yes Din, if so please excuse me. Greetings to Dimas, when I play again to his apartment" Siska stood up to leave Dinda. For a moment he turned around to look at the girl who looked like she was injured. Faintly a smirky smile adorned his lips. Satisfied with his actions, he stepped out leaving Dinda with a million questions in his head.

Dinda remained silent in her place. Bad thoughts ran through his head. Could this be the answer to why her husband was reluctant to stay with her? Is it because of that woman? Her husband never tried to touch her. Dinda knows, the relationship between husband and wife is not just a hug and kiss. And all this time, Dimas never did more than kiss her.

The feeling of tightness was so agonizing when he thought about how the loving gaze of the man. Is that how he looked at the woman? Or is he the only one to ge er an because of Dimas' sweet treatment? Is it possible that only guilt keeps the man at his side?

Aahhhh,, pain. Why does this person think about it.

I don't feel like Dinda's tears are flowing so fast. He also laid his face on the table with both hands folded as his pedestal. He was crying, somehow it was so hard to stop those fucking tears.

"Why Din? Waiting for a long time?" Asked Dimas who did not know if his wife had just cried.

Dinda was silent and did not answer her husband's question.

"Hey, why are you?" Dimas touched Dinda's arm.

Not getting a response, Dimas also stood moving to the chair beside Dinda.

"Dinda, what's wrong? You why?" Dimas stroked the soft back of Dinda who was still lying face down.

Seeing Dinda's wet sleeves, the man realized that his wife had just cried. The look on his face turned serious and swept his gaze across the corner of the restaurant. Sepi, as he caught. Only his desk and two other tables were filled, and it was far from where he was sitting. Why is the girl in front of him crying?

"Darling, you cry? We go up aja yuk" he said gently while trying to lift Dinda's body to stand.

"No need!" Ketus Dinda still holds on to his position.

"You're watching people. Not shy?" Dimas was trying to joke.

And it turns out, it worked. Dinda lifted her head and grabbed some tissue to clean her face. Dimas just stared at the girl questioningly, until Dinda was done with all her activities.

Those were her eyes, when did she cry?

"Why you?" Ask Dimas gently. He also held Dinda's fingers.

"Ask Dinda's question" Dinda's voice was firm. He also pulled his hand from Dimas's grasp which of course surprised the man.

"Yes, what?"

"Honest"

"Yes, what was the question?" Dimas is impatient.

"Did you ever sleep with Siska?"

"Huh?"

"Let's answer. Ever been?"

Dimas was silent, he did not know what to answer the question. Honest then? Or lying? He doesn't know what Dinda thinks.