Glass Flakes

To the office

Quiet, maybe that's what Dinda is feeling right now. Without her husband and father-in-law at home. Just a moment ago Dimas was ready to go to work as usual. While his parents-in-law, they still stay at Talita's house after last night held the birth of his third child.

Usually Dinda fills her time by taking care of her in-laws' plants. Or sometimes his free time he used to help in the salon owned by Ambar's mother who had grown larger with the spa and cafe on the top floor. Work it? no, because her handsome husband did not allow Dinda to work at all. Except to just fill the time, Dimas allows if only occasionally to visit the cafe. Karene cafe itself is a gift from mama Ambar because of her bachelor degree a few years ago.

Dimas would rather pay someone to run the cafe than allow his wife to work. I don't know what the exact reason the man forbade his wife to work. Every time he was asked, he always replied that he did not want his wife to be exhausted. But what if only come to the cafe a few hours a day he will be tired? Dimas attitude refers more to the possessive attitude of the husband to his wife. Because in addition to prohibiting work, Dimas only allows Dinda to monitor the cafe and come only during the weekend, and even then must be delivered by him.

Restrained. That's what outsiders see on Dinda. But the woman did not show her dislike for her husband's attitude at all. He liked it, even he felt very loved by the husband who is often said to be old. At all he did not mind the attitude of Dimas who is considered possessive by some people. Dimas didn't really limit his space. He can still go for a walk, meet his friends or just wash his eyes to the shopping center. Well even if it has to be with Dimas of course. But he liked it, at least that would show how much he loved his woman.

Sometimes Dinda also feels bored with her life so-so. Just at home waiting for my husband to come home from work. But it was just a momentary feeling that stopped because of the quiet he felt. Because Dinda has many ways to throw away that unpleasant taste.

As of this moment, Dinda was already preparing to visit her husband at the office. With the driver of the family, Dinda intends to deliver lunch to Dimas. And then she would be in her husband's office until Dimas finished his work.

On his way to Dimas' room, several employees greeted him in a friendly manner. Undeniably, Dinda became a highly respected figure on this floor after Dimas, her husband. His friendly attitude to anyone made some employees so comfortable with the presence of his boss' mother. Even occasionally Dinda treat her husband's employees even though it is just a drink or lunch. No wonder all Dimas employees are so familiar with the woman who always looks beautiful.

"Good day" said Dinda looking into the room of Nida, one of Dimas' secretarial staff.

"Eh, Mbak Dinda, good afternoon" he replied stopping his activities typing on his computer keyboard. "Look like a mbak?"

"Yes, just sped up" Dinda replied as she walked in closer to Nida. "Cock alone, which other one?" Dinda circled her floor across the three empty tables in the room.

"Maybe still in the meeting room mbak, Mr. Dimas there was a meeting with one of his clients".

Do not be surprised if in the office Dinda called mbak and her husband called father. It was all because Dinda had asked for it. In addition, the employees also consider Dinda's face is too young to be called mother. Another with Dimas, because he was their leader.

"Ooohhh, is it finished yet?"

"Maybe it was mbak, Krisna had already come back here anyway, just come out again" replied Nida mentioning one of her roommates. "Lunch on Dimas, huh mbak?" again he saw some paper bags on the table next to Dinda.

"Yes, have you eaten yet?"

"Not yet, not yet hours of rest". Answer Nida, grin. He felt bad his boss' wife asked like that. Because he knew exactly what Dinda would do after that.

"Yes, too" Dinda opened her waistbag and took out three hundred thousand bills from it. "Nid, later if I come out I'm nitip es boba across the street can not? Here's the money, all for you and each other" he said while thrusting to Nida.

"Ready man!" Nida sumringah answered while receiving money from Dinda. Actually he hesitated, but anyway the windfall should not be rejected right?.

"I went to Dim's room first".

"Yes, thank you for the treat" Nida stood up and helped Dinda pack her luggage. "I'll take you to Dimas's room?"

"Daaa,,rubber. Thanks again" Nida came back in and sat down at her desk, grabbing back the three pieces of red money she put on her desk. "The boss's mom is really good. So it's getting more comfortable. But tumben-tumbenan mbak Dinda ask for boba, usually also guava juice. Yaudah ah, sebodo is very willing to drink what is important this free" monologue Nida while putting money in the pocket of her skirt.

Dinda walked into her husband's room, when she got in front of the door, she did not go straight in because there were some people talking from inside the room whose door was not closed perfectly. Realizing that her husband is still receiving guests, Dinda intends to return to Nida's room to wait. But a voice with a tickling sentence stopped his intention to lift a leg.

"We are getting older Dim, need a successor to continue the business. Still mending I have three kids. Well even girls, but at least there are still descendants. Well you, already this age there is still no sign of your wife want to give offspring. Don't you want to do that anymore?"

"You mean what Gun? Is it true that Dimas business must report first as you are?" Niko asked Gunawan who just spoke. He was also in the room because he was still Dimas' assistant.

"It's not Nik, I'm sure Dimas has tried hard. But another attempt?" Gunawan said lifting his two fingers to form quotes. "We have been friends for a long time, you also know how we are entrepreneurs if far from the wife. Isn't that Ndra?" Gunawan said to Indra who was sitting next to him. "If at home there is a wife who is the place we go home, outside there is 'them' where we stop. Hahaha,," continued Gunawan with his laughter.

"Ck,, us? You guys" cynical Niko.

"Ayeah, they're husbands afraid of Ndra's wife, forget me, hahaha,,,"

Dimas who heard two people who were impressed to laugh at him was only indifferent to respond. He is still struggling with his laptop screen to check the results of the meeting a few moments ago.

"Udah is Dim, if your wife can not get pregnant, mending nyari again". Immediately Dimas turned his attention towards Indra. While the man was indifferent unaware of the deadly gaze that Dimas threw for him. "Many girls are prettier, younger and certainly fertile to contain your seeds. It's a shame that your hard work every night is in vain without results" he continued pongah.

"Well that's what I meant earlier" Sambar Gunawan without realizing the expression of anger from the two people in front of him.

While Dimas himself is still silent with emotions that are already in the crown. I want him to turn the table and throw fists into the mouths of two of his colleagues. But as much as possible he can still hold it, given the cooperation relationship that has been established. On the other hand, he was so emotional to hear them blame his wife for the absence of offspring in their household. If they knew that their speech was more appropriate for his wife Dinda.

Dinda herself, who was still outside the door, turned her back and left Dimas' room with a raging feeling. Really, he was so eager to go in and scream that she was a fertile woman. But what a force, there was her husband there who should cover his disgrace.

 

"You're done?" Ask Dimas flatly. There was so much anger behind her words.

"Already, but let us relax first here" replied Indra.

"Nih Dim, my sugar baby has a saucy tea. Want me to know?" Gunawan said thrusting his hp. It seemed that the man was so insensitive to the mood of his interlocutor.

"You guys!" Niko Garrumphed.

"What the hell is Nik, we're giving solutions to Dimas. His wife,,,"

"Diammmmm!!!"