Glass Flakes

Grief Dimes

Dimas focused his gaze straight ahead. Still holding back the resentment in his chest, he drove his vehicle carefully through the dense streets of the capital. Beside him was Dinda who had been stealing glances at him. The girl seemed to find out something from the annoyed look of her husband.

"Mas,," Dinda's voice broke the silence. Pulling on Dimas' shirt sleeve, the girl tried to get attention as the car stopped at a red light. "Maaass,," repeated.

"Hmmm,," growled Dimas indifferently.

"Dim's darling" call Dinda again in a spoiled voice.

"Hemmm,,,"

"Ihhh, that's it. Still mad?"

"Now ah!" sulking Dimas.

"Ck, yes if you don't want to talk to Dinda" sulked, the girl folded her hands to the front of her chest and twisted her body to face straight ahead. "Yes, Dim's mas is no longer dear to Dinda. In the past, willing to do anything to get Dinda's attention. Eh now it has been considered, already dearest even gini. Sulking again rich kids don't get toys. Hhhhh, it's old too" cerocos Dinda.

Uh,, what the hell. I should have been angry. How he even followed. Where to wear old again. Hhhh,, girl, boy again, wants to win by himself. *S* instead of apologizing, even follow angry.

"What are you talking about?" Dimas replied to Dinda's nagging.

"Now ah!" sulk Dinda

Dimas, who had just run his car after stopping at a red light, pulled his car over.

Still with a straight forward look, the man sighed violently starting his speech. "Yes, you should be angry. You don't understand how tormented Dinda was. Mas tuh sprain, Din shame" he said full of emphasis. "Last year I played solo, you know? Iihhh,," he continued while shuddering in disdain.

Unable to be held back, Dinda laughed at the outpouring of her husband's heart. There was a sense of pity sneaking in the middle of the cuteness he got.

Today, they've just met their scheduled meeting with Harry's doctor. After several meetings with Dinda as an object of examination, this time it was Dimas's turn to undergo fertility tests. To undergo the test, of course Dimas must submit his sp** to be tested in the laboratory. And that process is what pissed Dimas off half to death.

How not, it should issue its own sp** in mas**ba*** in the room already provided. Ahhh, if only he was allowed to remove the liquid in a way that had been done with Dinda, of course he would love it very much. But unfortunately, this time he had to do it himself without the help of his wife. Because Dinda who asked for help to just arouse his passion was reluctant to do it, embarrassed he said. Be he himself into the room that is already available a laptop with some adult videos in it.

Something he never did. Even when he had to endure his passion because of Dinda's trauma, never once did he do what was considered disgusting. Aahhh,, how upset it feels.

"Sorry mas" said Dinda after successfully stopping her laughter.

"Ck, you want to squirm your mas is tormented?"

"It's not like that. I'm so ashamed of that, when we both went into that room, which the nurses would know we wanted to do".

"What am I ashamed of?" Dimas turned his body to look at Dinda. "Babangin Din, mas must own efforts to fill it container. It's hard to know Din's ngelakuin it in the middle of a sense of anxiety. Try that you came in. It'll be easier for sure".

Dinda smelled her smile at the thought of her husband in the clinic room.

Ahhh, what a pity you are.

"I think it's important that it's finished. And mas can also do it without Dinda's help, right?"

"Forced!" sumpul Dimas turned his face to avoid his wife's gaze.

"Iiihhh,, still craving my husband" said Dinda as she rubbed Dimas' cheeks.

Getting a sweet treatment from his wife, Dimaspun back to stare at Dinda. "But you have to pay for the frustration".

"Pay how that means?"

"Look at night" said Dimas with a grin.

Seeing her husband's lecherous expression, Dinda understood what Dimas meant. With a quick movement, he also advanced his body and briefly kissed the lips of his beloved husband.

Cup

"No need to wait for the night" he smiled.

Having received Dinda's treatment, Dimas raised his eyebrows. "Ck, so much doang" she sneered.

Dinda, who was angry with her husband, cupped Dimas's face with both hands, then kissed his lips.

Slowly but surely, the man who was always tempted by his little wife also began to enjoy the movement of his wife. After quite satisfied linking his lips, Dimas fused his forehead to Dinda's forehead with a hand that gently stroked his wife's face.

"This is new DP" said Dimas on the sidelines of his hunting breath.

"Honey" called Dimas as he grabbed Dinda's hand and held it.

"Hm?" Dinda looked at Dimas.

"If only, test results,,,"

"Surely good" Dinda cut as if she knew what her husband was worried about. "Mas Dim don't have to think macem. Dinda is sure, the test results will be good. He is healthy, and again said the doctor, is still in productive age. Yesahhh, although a little old anyway" joked Dinda trying to dispel Dimas' worries.

"Wild old but handsome right?" balas Dimas stamped Dinda's nose.

"Iihhhh,, pedanya. Good luck darling" he said accompanied by the laughter of both.

After talking enough to encourage each other to brush off all worries, they went back on their way. Breaking through the dense streets in the afternoon, Dimas drove his vehicle home.

The day changed night. Now the Sanjaya family is in the dining room enjoying their dinner. Attended by all family members, a warm dinner was created with the occasional sound of laughter adds to the harmonious impression of the family.

"What is your relationship with Andra?" Ask Mr. Lukman to his youngest daughter after finishing his dinner.

"Well pa" replied Talita casually.

"You're a girl. Papa doesn't like you going out with your girlfriend that much".

"Please calm pa. Talita came out the same Andra that was also the most to campus, or just eating kok".

"Long pa" said Dimas who had just silently watched. "Yesterday, Lita joined Andra to the race".

Hearing Dimas' words, Talita threw his murderous gaze at his only sister.

"Is that really Ta?" Mom's voice was haunting.

"Emm, just watch ma".

"Emang Andra's still racing?" Ask papa.

"still".

"No really".

Different answers came out from Dimas and Talita together.

"What's the hell?" Talita's murmur was upset with Dimas.

"Emang yes Alex is still often racing" Dimas did not want to lose.

"Kok mas Dim can tell?" Ask Dinda who was curious about her husband's words.

Hearing his wife's voice, Dimas lost his words. "Em,,, that,,,".

"Ha,,,ha,,ha,, rasain. Caught often to the arena tuh" ledek Talita accompanied by laughter mocking him.

"Mas Dim still racing?" Ask Dinda again.

"No, I'm just watching".

"Hallahhhh, what's the look? Lie down" Talita told Dinda.

"Is that Dim?" Sahut. "The rain has healed you".

"Ck, mama what the hell. What pain did Dimas have?" Grouser Dimas. "Eh, even Dimas who got hit anyway. We will talk about Talita again" said Dimas did not accept. "Dear, trust me. They rarely go to the arena. Most of all, sometimes. It's also the most watching" said Dimas while holding Dinda's hand.

"Watch doang?" Ask Dinda cynically.

Gaining his wife's cynical gaze, Dimas scratched the back of his head. "They're old, baby. I don't want to race rich first".

"Cihhh, if gini is your old ngaku" ledek mama who followed the cynical smile of papa and Talita.

"You can race" said Dinda suddenly. "Originally bring Dinda as well" he continued, which made everyone hold his smile except Dimas of course.

Mantuku sinter really naklukin this badung boy. Inner mom.