Glass Flakes

Angrier

Dinda dropped herself on the bed. The shadow of his encounter with Siska completely filled his head. It was very painful to imagine her husband had a very intimate relationship with another woman.

Tok,,, tock,, tock,,,

"Get in" said Dinda hearing her bedroom door being knocked.

Mama Ambar walked into the room and approached Dinda. He sat himself on the edge of the bed of the girl who was already sitting on the bed.

"Why are you Din?" mama looked at Dinda softly.

"No papa kok ma"

"You fought with Dimas?"

"No"

Mama grabbed Dinda's hand and grabbed it.

"Don't lie. You can tell me about Mom. Is this because of Dimas?"

Mama was very attentive to her daughter-in-law. He was already quite happy with the change Dinda who looked more cheerful after returning from his hometown. And Dinda's relationship with her son also seems to improve even though Dimas is still not willing to stay at home. But at least two people he loved were already seen to love and accept each other. And at dinner last, he had to go back to see the moody face of his daughter-in-law.

"Sorry ma, but Dinda can't tell you the same story yet" Dinda lowered her face.

"Yes already. You finish well, son. I don't want my beautiful mother to be sad. Tell me the same mama if Dimas makes a move. Let the mama who taught the bad boy" said the mama with a little emphasis to comfort Dinda.

"Yes ma" Dinda smiled.

Elsewhere, Dimas sat on the balcony of his apartment with a cigarette tucked in his finger. Sometimes he smokes cigarettes without even being seen enjoying it. His eyes looked far away, not knowing what he was thinking.

Back flash:

"Mas did it with him, right?" Dinda asked with a flash of emotion in her eyes.

"Dinda, what's wrong with you? Let's talk in the apartment" said Dimas.

"Jawab Dinda mas" Dinda lowered her voice.

"Yes, yes! But that was Din. Now I've never even seen it"

"Dinda, what's wrong with you? You want to be angry? Okay, let's hit the mas again let's be satisfied" Dimas grabbed Dinda's hand and directed her to beat her cheek.

"Bag!!!" Dinda jerked her hand out of Dimas's.

"Mas sorry if I'm wrong. If your actions used to make you angry, you apologize too. But what can mas? It's all gone, Dinda. Now I just love you. Love her as you are Dinda" Dimas lowered his voice. He was still conscious of being in a public place. And he does not want his household drama to be the consumption of others. Fortunately the place was quiet.

"Din, I love you. You can do that, right, baby?"

The expression of love was so deep, if only Dinda was not being overwhelmed by emotions at the moment, perhaps those words would easily melt her.

"Love? What is the name love if the husband and wife but live separately? Or is it intentionally so that you can freely meet the former mas? She loves him so much, right? Ah yes, it used to be the case, but drunk because of him too, right? Dinda remembers now. Or is it true that Dinda married out of pity? Just to pay for the mistakes that Dinda made?"

"Dinda" said Dimas. He never thought his wife could think like that.

Dinda herself has returned to shed her tears. Flowing profusely like a tributary in the rainy season. He put his face back on the table.

Long Dimas waited until the girl was done with her stuffing. The embarrassment that some people were staring at him was no longer ignored. All he had in mind right now was Dinda. His wife is now angry with him. For some reason he seemed to crash into a position when Dinda still hated him so much. Dinda's gaze back then and her crying now caused the same pain. So stifling his chest. It was like seeing his wife hurt so much.

After being quite calm, Dinda looked up and wordlessly stood up leaving Dimas still in his place.

The flash back end.

In the morning, as usual Dimas invited Dinda to go to college. But this morning Dimas came with a suitcase in his hand. Well, he decided to go back to his parents' house. He would spend his days living with his wife Dinda.

At the dinner table, Mr. Lukman and his wife looked so happy with Dimas' decision. Every now and then they glanced at Dinda who was still silent, focused on her breakfast. I don't know what disturbed the child's household, but they felt this time Dinda really ignored her son. Previously, it was Dinda who asked Dimas himself to go home and live with him. And this time when Dimas was ready to go home, the girl even looked ordinary. Even the impressed did not show any expression on his face.

The journey to campus passed with silence between the two. Sometimes Dimas glanced at Dinda who was still silent staring out of the glass. The man looked confused how to respond to his wife's behavior. Eventually, the car stopped not far from the campus gate. Dimas deliberately did not put Dinda down at his usual place because he wanted to make sure in advance what his wife was thinking.

Dinda who felt the car he was riding stopped immediately grabbed the door handle was about to get out. But Dimas nimbly locked the door until Dinda undo his intention. The girl was still silent, she did not protest with Dimas' actions. Until Dimas was more astonished to make.

"Why are you like this, Din? What's wrong? By the way, let me know what you want. I really don't know what to do. If I am wrong, I apologize. But don't gini dong darling. Mas tormented writhing you kayak gini".

"Next you don't have to pick up Dinda. Dinda did not want to squirm. At least for now. Dinda doesn't like it!"

*Deg, not,

Why are you Din? Are you so angry that you do not want to squirm your husband's face? Please Din*, please*,