Glass Flakes

Dimpled

"Where is Din?" Ask Mr. Lukman while enjoying breakfast with his family without Dimas of course.

"Yes, you guys didn't have dinner either, did you?" Timpal mom Ambar.

"Yes, sorry ma. We ate outside yesterday". Lying Dinda.

"Where are the dimms?"

"Emm, last night Dim had a business cooperation mas Niko, maybe nginep in the apartment" replied Dinda looking for an excuse.

"At least race again" sambar Talita then spooned food into his mouth.

"The kids have families and forget to go home. What business until being defended does not come home rich?" Upset mama.

"But Dim has permission from Dinda kok ma. Maybe there's some important business".

"Well, what matters is that you're okay, right?" Mr. Lukman. The man who still looked fresh at an age that was no longer young was as if he knew there was something his daughter-in-law was hiding.

"I, yeah pa".

"Oh yeah, you went to the hospital yesterday, right? How'd it go?" Ask Mr. Lukman on the sidelines to enjoy his breakfast.

Dinda who had hoped not to get the question raised her head in shock. Trying to calm down, he answered the question from his father-in-law with a smile on his lips. "Well, pa. Dim is healthy".

"Thank God, maybe it's not time for you yet. Just be patient, Din, enjoy your youth first. Do not be too ngoyo, later if it is time you must be pregnant too". Mama's words are soothing. As a good in-law, Mama Ambar did not want to stress her daughter-in-law. She is also a woman, a little bit must know about the feelings of fellow women if it is too reflected in the sensitive problem.

"Yes ma" replied Dinda still with her smile.

"Dinda didn't go to college?" Talita asked after realizing that her sister-in-law was still wearing house clothes.

"No, I want to rest".

"Sister Dinda's sick? Tumben absent".

"No, I want to be home again".

"Well, Dinda might need a break. No papa once in a while absent" said mama Ambar. "Or you want to come with mom to the salon, so you can spa".

"Dinda is at home. Kasian mas Dim later if you go home trus dindanya does not exist".

"Ck, this is a bad boy. Wrong yourself, do not go home all". Omel mama who was anxious with the behavior of his eldest son.

After finishing her breakfast, Dinda bothered to return to her room. She could not wait to ask Niko about her husband. From last night, Niko who promised to contact Dinda has not told her. Making Dinda who is waiting for news from Niko is getting hurt by worry.

 

Meanwhile, in an apartment room, there was an adult man who was drooping on the sofa. With the tv on, cigarette butts and beer cans strewn across the table. Eyes that were reluctant to be closed last night made dark circles printed clearly on the face of his face. His memory goes back to his little wife who was so happy knitting the future with him.

Later after the first child does not need to be delayed, so all tired of taking care of children. Said Dinda at the time.

'You have to go to college. Not tired if you have to take care of children too?'

No dong, later it can be helped by the nanny. I want to have three children. What about Dim?

'As far as you are, baby. You are pregnant, the important thing is that you are comfortable'.

Hopefully this abis Dinda cepet pregnant y mas. Kasian mas Dim if long pregnant.

'Kok that?'

Yes, it is old. Ntar cepet cape when invited to play with children.

Dimas who was lying was immediately sitting himself to hear the words of his wife. 'You yeah, really naughty ngatain her old husband'. Anxiously the man tickled Dinda who was sitting leaning on the head of the bed to the point of laughing.

Hahahaaa,, geez mas, geez,, haahahaa,,,,, geez,,,

The sound of laughter echoed in Dimas' ears. His lips also look bright smile when the shadow of happiness flashed. Till,,,

The doctor's voice broke the beautiful shadow. The sentence was like magic that instantly shattered his mood.

Why should I? Is this the recompense of my actions? If so, please, don't take Dinda's laugh off her face. Don't take her happiness with the reward you give me.

What am I supposed to do?

A drop of clear water flowed from the corner of his eye. There was no sound, only a long sigh that sounded heavy he released.

"Oh my god Dimas! Last night I nyariin lo rich nyari son tau tau tau. You know you're having a party here". Niko's voice suddenly broke the silence. Either Dimas who was too late with his own mind or indeed he who did not hear his best friend was opening the password of his apartment, until his best friend and assistant was now standing with a ruffled waist in front of him.

"Lo why the hell, rich people break up" Niko stared at the middle of the table in front of Dimas which was full of beer cans scattered. "This again, since when do you drink gini-rich again? I think it's really insap lo" the cerocosnya while lifting a beer can that is still intact.

While Dimas, the man closed his eyes without the slightest intention to return the scolding of his best friend. His right hand was raised to close his eyes from the tears that had flowed.

Niko put back the beer can after she noticed it was without the alcohol content. Moving from where he stood, he also turned on the tv remote and turned it off. Then sit himself at the end of the sofa by sliding Dimas' legs behind his back.

"What's the problem with Dim? Not usually rich gini?"

Long friends with Dimas, of course Niko knows the habits of men who do not budge from his sleeping position. If Dimas had behaved like that long before he married Dinda, maybe Niko would have understood him. But because Dimas did the action now, of course, make the brain sensitive Niko think if his best friend was hit by a serious problem. And the problem is what can make Dimas slump like that if it is not related to Dinda, his wife.

"Lo's wife overnight nyariin lo Dim. He even just called me. I'm sure he hasn't slept all night waiting for news from me". Niko sighed to see Dimas who was not disturbed by his words. "What problems are you having?".

Not hearing an answer from Dimas, Niko took out her phone and contacted someone. Without moving from his position, he raised his voice so that Dimas could clearly hear Dinda across the phone.

'You are calm, Dimas has met'.

(...)

'Yes, it looks like he fell asleep in the apartment'.

(...)

'No papa kok, this abis we mo ngantor bentar. You don't have to worry'.

(...)

'Yes,,,'

(...)

'Yes, I said it to him'.

(...)

'Wa'alaikumsalam'. Niko ended her call.

"Bini you worry so much about Dim. Don't you want to go home?"

"Gue can't stand Nik". Dimas still closed his eyes. "Gue couldn't find him. He must be disappointed with me. I'm afraid he left me Nik" he continued in a trembling voice.

Niko breathed a rough sigh. "Gue doesn't know exactly what your problem is. But at least you talkin kek same bini lo. Is this how your problem can be solved? There are even lo who unknowingly nyakin bini lo".

"Well, how's Nic?" Dimas getting out of his sleep. He sat with his back on the back of the sofa. "Gue can't be happy with Dinda. I can't give her what she wants. I'm afraid he's left me. How am I supposed to do Nik?" Said Dimas frustrated. The man squeezes his hair making Niko feel sorry to see him.

"Why do you think rich is Dim? Not necessarily what Dinda thought. What did he ask for? Is your treasure that kejibun still not enough to mengenengin him?"

"She didn't ask for my property, she wanted to have a child from me".

"Lhahhh, you don't want to have a child with Dinda. Just make what hard. Wonder me. Anyway, instead of you liking the same pro,,,"

"Gue can't make her pregnant.***** I'm dead! Not for Nik. Die up! Do you know what that means? I can't get her pregnant!" Cut the Dimas that made Niko go silent for a moment.

"You mean?" Niko asked after managing to master her shock.

Dimas smiled cynically hearing the question from Niko. "Hhhh, you must be laughing at me, right? I can't get my wife pregnant" she continued.