Glass Flakes

Own

"Diammmmm!!!"

Silent, none of the four men in the room made a sound. Only Dimas's breath sounded rude due to the outpouring of his emotions.

"If you're done, you can get out" said Dimas coldly. "One more time, don't you ever talk bad about my wife!".

"Hhhhh,," Awakened from his shock, Indra stood up and fixed her suit. He realized that he had offended the man in front of him. "I'm sorry, we're sorry" he said, walking straight to the exit followed by Gunawan who was still amazed by the situation he faced.

"Cihhh, no manners, no two" cynical Niko criticized two colleagues who came out without saying goodbye first.

"You're out too, dizzy me" Dimas jolted as he dropped his back on the couch. Roughly he loosened the neatly circular tie around his neck.

"Udahlah Dim, do not have to think too much about their speech. Consider a dog barking" entertain Niko.

"Hot nih ear Nik. Just now it was a big emotion for me. How Dinda did not cry" Dimas closed his eyes to recall his wife who several times was found crying because of the baper with the words of people.

"Yes anyway. But I'm sure, Dinda is strong enough to face it all. She's your wife".

"What do you mean?" tanya Dimas still closed his eyes.

"Yes, just to be your wife, she's already doing something much heavier than what you're going through right now".

"Setttan lo!!!" umpat Dimas straightened his body and threw a sofa pillow towards Niko. The suspect laughed and responded. "Ngingetin sin aja" he murmured which was still heard in Niko's ears.

 

In the toilet, Dinda washed her face to relieve the heat on her head. Upset, emotional, sad, I don't know, he doesn't know what he's feeling right now. It is not once twice that he gets people's guess that he is the one with fertility problems. Maybe that's the mindset of the people out there. That women should be responsible if a household has trouble getting offspring. Maybe they forget, to get good rice is not only needed fertile rice. But also quality seeds of course.

And Dinda was so upset by the colossal thinking of some of those people who were too cornered by the women. Don't they think of praying alone rather than guessing who is to blame?

He was annoyed not only at Dimas' colleague who had talked about it. But at this time, she was also upset by her husband's attitude that was silent when he was gossiped with something that was not polite in her opinion. Even his two colleagues did not hesitate to offer a solution that is 'crazy' according to Dinda. How not, they blatantly told Dimas to look for another woman in order to get offspring. Crazy is that his name? And more crazy, the old husband was silent not reacting with the insolent speech.

Can't her husband defend her even if he just tells them to be quiet for example. Or better yet, her husband kicked down the table in front of her, and scooped up the two dirty mouths. I'm sure he would be flattered to be defended like that by Dimas. But back again it was not done by her husband Dimas.

"Hhhuuftt,, it sucks" said Dinda in front of the glass toilet. He wiped away the rough tears that had come down just so wet his cheeks.

After being calm enough, Dinda is now looking to fix a slightly wet veil at the end. After tidy, he opened his waistbag and took the phone from there. As if he was used to needing friends, his fingers automatically pressed Maya's name between the rows of contacts. Several times connected without any answer, he also undoes his intentions because surely his best friend was busy taking care of his two children aged six and three years.

Leaning on the sink table, Dinda was back to think to eliminate her anxiety. Until someone comes in and surprises him.

"Mr Dinda,"

Dinda turned her head to "Eh, hi Nid" in front of the toilet door there was Nida who walked in towards her.

"Circuits in the room of Mr. Dimas mbak".

"Oh, he still has guests. I was going to go back to your room, uh you came here".

"Hehehe, yes, yes. I'm going to have lunch. All buyin orders mbak Dinda"

"How am I going? Dim is a long time ago too".

"OK mbak, mbak Dinda just wait outside. I want to miss first" he said while pointing to the toilet room.

"Hmm, I'll wait in the lobby. All you want this nitipin first for Dim mas" Dinda grabbed the paper bag of his luggage to walk to the exit.

"Okay, uh,,,"

 

As for Nida, the girl had already appeared agitated from earlier. Several times he was seen glancing at the circular watch on his left wrist. His break was over half an hour ago, but the madam boss still had not moved from her seat. He was surprised by his boss' wife. He had often eaten with Dinda, but only this time he was really made to look at the woman in front of him. Two servings of chicken penyet, one large-sized grilled fish, and one serving of gulai head of toilet fish by the slender-bodied woman. Not to mention rice, one serving of mixed ice and two glasses of guava juice that is only half a glass. Waaaooowww, it is magical to fit on that flat-looking stomach.

"Ehemmn,," Nida intends to interrupt Dinda's preoccupation. "Mbak,," he called.

"Hmmm,," Dinda turned her gaze briefly towards Nida, before returning to focus with her fish head.

"Bak Dinda's not long?" Ask Nida who looks like her bases.

"Why? You want another penny?"

"Eh, no mbak" he said, hinting with a shake of his palm.

"No papa, just pesen again" Dinda was still insensitive to the girl's intentions. Even with fun he sipped bones from the head of the fish he was holding. Uuhhhh, it's not very elegant as the boss' mother.

"No, thanks. But that, emm, my break was up" Nida said. It doesn't feel good to disturb the preoccupation of the boss's mistress.

"Ohhh, you want to go back to the office?"

"Yes mbak"

"Yes, you didn't come back by yourself, did you?"

"Well, what about Dinda?"

"Udah is not papa. Or did you skip me?" Persuade Dinda. He needs a friend now. Well, even though she could not tell what the problem was with her husband's subordinates, but at least there were people who accompanied her to chat.

"Well, how about you?"

"Yes, I don't know if I can't. You go back first, I still want to skip this" he pointed at the plate in front of him.

"I'm sorry mbak, not that I don't want to nemenin mbak Dinda. But in the office again a lot of work, bothered with others mbak". said Nida expressed the reason.

"Yes not papa. I understand it"

"Sorry, ma'am, later let me tell the driver to pick up Dinda" said Nida, because this unplanned lunch makes them have to go without the driver who usually drove Dinda earlier.

"Emh, no need" Dinda refused in a hurry amid her preoccupation with sipping her juice. "I'll take a taxi. Don't tell me Mr. Samsul is".

"Don't you really, papa? What if Mr. Dimas gets angry?" Nida knew her boss would never let his wife go alone without a driver.

"No way if you don't say it" Dinda smiled reassuringly. "Udah gih back, oh yes later tell Mr. Samsul to go straight home. Pity if you have to wait in the office".

"Yes mbak. Thanks for lunch, sorry I stayed". Nida was about to leave her seat. Even though it feels bad, but what else. He should return if he still wants to work.

"Yes, be careful on the road".

After Nida died, Dinda immediately stopped her activities. The head of the fish that was still half intact was pushed away from him. He was upset to think back to what happened some time ago. Moving from her seat, Dinda walked to the sink not far from her desk to wash her hands. At least he thought his stomach was full enough to overcome his frustration. And again the energy is abundant to just unwind in this free time.

Well, free from a husband that he finds annoying for now. He wants to spend his own time today. Totally alone.

Staring at the reflection of his face in the mirror attached to the sink, he definitely rounded his resolve and encouraged himself.

They are brave themselves too. Sorry mas, maybe you'll be upset, but right now I'm more upset. Hayuk Din, the spirit of fun...