Glass Flakes

Morning Drama

The night is late. The clock shows at two in the morning. In her room, Dinda was still awake. He looked at the back of the man sleeping beside him. She knew she had hurt her husband. As long as he was married never once did the man yell let alone get angry at him. Either because it is love for his wife or because he already feels inferior in front of his wife. But for whatever sake, Dinda will testify if her husband is the best man God has given her.

Indeed, if speech could be withdrawn without leaving a wound, he would immediately withdraw speech that made his beloved husband hurt. But unfortunately, wishful thinking is only in the clouds. The fact is that now the husband may be very sick because of his tongue. Sorry, that's how he feels now.

In the morning, as usual, Dinda will be quick to prepare all the needs of her husband. From clothes to breakfast. But there is something different in the bedroom of the husband and wife. If the morning activity is usually accompanied by light conversation or even laughter between the two. This morning the room was quiet. Occasionally only the sound of the movement Dimas who was wearing his work clothes. While at the end of the bed there was Dinda who noticed all the movements of her husband's movements.

Hugging her husband's briefcase, Dinda stood not far from Dimas. The feeling of sadness from being ignored was now stifling his chest. Never before had Dimas been this cold to her. And that made her tears just flow.

Finished preparing, the man walked up to Dinda about to take her bag. But Dinda who could not stand the tightness anymore, immediately rushed to hug the husband.

"Sorry, sorry Dinda mas" she shrieked in Dimas' arms. "Dinda dear same mas Dim, sorry Dinda. Don't be angry anymore".

There is no word from the adult man.even his hands hang not returning the embrace of the wife. Disappointed is what he feels right now. Not to his wife, but more to himself. As a man, of course, he feels imperfect because of his shortcomings. But what the wife said so pierced the recesses of her heart. He was not angry, only he felt he was at his lowest point. Started to rethink the things that had crossed his mind like last time at the beginning he only knew the shortcomings.

It is possible that his wife was not happy living with him. Or maybe his wife even feels sorry to have married him?

"Sorry Dinda mas, don't be fooled Dinda kayak gini. Dinda's wrong, Dinda's sorry"

Isakan Dinda makes Dimas regain his consciousness. Actually, he did not want to silence his wife. He knew Dinda must feel guilty, but he was confused about what to do while his own heart was not okay. In this state of chaos, he was afraid of hurting his wife. Or maybe say words that he will regret later. So maybe silence is the best way out until the feeling is better.

Feeling no response from the husband, Dinda also tightened her embrace while muttering an apology many times. "Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry Dinda mas, Dinda was wrong," she said.

Feeling unbearable Dimaspun raised his hand to return the embrace of the wife. "Already, you go to work first". He said flat while patting Dinda's back.

"No way, Dim's still mad at Dinda".

Dimas who felt his wife's embrace getting tighter could only exhale his coarse breath. "No, I'm not angry. Now we have breakfast first yuk" asked Dimas while gently rubbing Dinda's head. "Udah yuk" he said again.

Dinda who still hugged her husband tightly raised her face to see the face of the husband who said he had forgiven her. "Are you sorry, Dinda?".

"Yes".

Cup

Dimas gently tipped his wife's forehead which was deliberately Dinda close to the lips of the husband in order to get a kiss as usual. Dinda himself did not stay still, while struggling on the neck of the husband, he also kissed his entire face until Dimas amused made.

"You don't have to work, Dinda is still missing" said Dinda hugging her husband again.

Dimas who heard his wife's whining just smiled in response. No wonder his wife was so spoiled with him. In addition to Dinda who was always like that, Dimas was sure of this too because he had been quieting the woman all night.

"Yes mas? Would you like to nemenin Dinda at home?" whining again.

"What do you want anyway?" ask Dimas gently. The man came back as usual. I don't know, he can't stay angry with his wife for long. Especially if Dinda has spoiled like this. It is certain that he will get more and more anxious with his wife.

"But later in the afternoon we have an appointment with a new client dear. How is tomorrow? The day after tomorrow is off, so you can spend two days in a row".

"Where the hell mas, want it today even tomorrow. If you don't want to, work there". Snuggle. Dinda smashed her rough embrace at Dimas.

The man also saw it made. Do not know why his wife looks upset.whether it's just acting like Dinda used to do or it's really upset, Dimas can not conclude. All he knew, he had to persuade the wife who returned sulking.

Dimas walked up to Dinda who had already come out of his room. Not wanting his wife's annoyance to continue, he grabbed Dinda's hand just at the end of the stairs before the wife went down the stairs to the first floor of her house.

"Darling, how about we watch it in the afternoon?" Still holding Dinda's hand.

"Maless" sewed Dinda without looking at the face of the man in front of her.

"Okay, I'll be leaving in the afternoon. This morning you were at home".

"No need, just work. It's more important to weigh the wife" circus Dinda while walking down the stairs.

"Now that. Obviously important you dong dear".

"The evidence is better than Dinda's nemenin".

Dimas slowed his pace, walking behind Dinda towards the dining room. He no longer knew what his wife was saying. Usually Dinda behaves like this when the arrival of her monthly guests. I don't know, maybe it's time. Back, even a rough sigh came out of his mouth.

Hhhhhhhhh,,,, uh,,,

Arriving at the dining room, Dimas grabbed the phone in his pocket to contact Niko. Seeing the look on his wife's face that did not change, he also had no choice but to obey the will of his little mistress.

Dimas watched the wife who was preparing breakfast for him. With a sour face, the woman looks even more adorable with pursed lips.

"Udah dong. It is not going to work. Nemenin you're at home".

Dinda only glanced at her husband, while her hands were still skillfully picking up dishes to fill the dishes for her husband.

"Honey," Dimas grabbed Dinda's hand who had just placed the plate in front of him. "Mas does not work as you wish. You're not cool?"

"Yes, thanks. Mmmuach,," with a cheerful smile Dinda kissed on her husband's cheek.

Wanted to be surprised but the woman was his wife. Dimas also just smiled back at Dinda's treatment that could change the mood so quickly.

"But sorry, later in the afternoon we still have to meet the client" As soon as lightning, Dinda also launched her death gaze. "It's just a minute, baby, an hour. Later you come with the mas, after that we go for a walk okay?". Sambar Dimas saw the wife who was about to open her mouth and sure enough, the drama will be further towards the ending.

"Ck, yaaah" replied Dinda Jutek.