A Five Step Match
48. A Request

"Eh, sorry. Then why the hell? Deketin I mulu. I'm not .. it's so-" Dinda fell silent, not continuing her words anymore, she just glanced at Yoga who was still bent over rubbing his legs that still hurt.

"It's only natural, if I deketin elo, why the hell?" tanya Yoga is upset.

He became misbehaved himself, too afraid to think about what Yoga would do next so he did not realize that he had done something rude to the man.

"Yes, don't be. I have not agreed to continue. I-i-"

"Milover, Yoga. What was? How did Mama Denger yell Yoga?" tanya Puspa who entered suddenly into the kitchen room and made Dinda who would speak speechless.

"This, Ma. I was standing on the table, sick," complained Yoga.

Puspa approached his son and told him to sit down first. "Couldn't you? How did the story get on a table leg?" tanya Puspa was confused, but she still saw her son and daughter-in-law making out in the kitchen.

"Yes, I didn't mean it, Mom. It hurts."

"Ah, has that been the time of illness? The strong would be that man!" said Puspa hit the shoulder of the son a little hard and grieved bitterly.

"I'm a strong boy, but the shin gets a kick it hurts too" the man murmured.

"Huh? Why?" puspa asked quickly when he did not hear his son's quiet voice.

"It's okay. It only hurts," Yoga said quickly, grimacing in shame. "Mama wants to eat? The vegetables are ready. Mama and Dinda can eat now" Yoga said.

Puspa looked at the cooking that had matured on the table and smelled its appetizing aroma. "Well, it looks good. What else is cooking you two" said the woman, who is just entering her fifty years.

"Dong boy, our cooking no one's giving up."

"This is the plate, Ma. Sorry if the food is old." Dinda gave a plate and spoon to her mother-in-law.

"You ate too, Din."

Dinda nodded and sat down next to her mother-in-law, while Yoga took off the apron and picked up the bag she had stored in one of the chairs there. "I'll go first. Please enjoy the food."

"You don't eat first?" puspa asked as Yoga stretched out his hand to say goodbye.

"No, I'll be at the office." Also with Dinda sitting next to her mother. "I'm leaving, baby. Don't forget to eat a lot so you're not skinny. Bohai is a little good when hugged." Yoga blinked his eyes, making Dinda now seem to get a blast from the heat to make his face feel hot. Meanwhile, Mama Puspa smiled at the interaction of the child and his daughter-in-law who is now better than before.

"Eh, I'll take you first." Dinda got up from her seat and went to deliver her husband who was about to go to the office to work.

Arriving at the garage, Yoga picks up the helmet and prepares to leave.

"I'm going ya." Again Yoga extended his hand to Dinda, but when the woman was about to kiss the back of Yoga's hand, it was the man who pulled her hand and kissed Dinda's back gently. Dinda's heart rippled back to find such Yoga treatment.

"You don't get too tired at home."

Smiling on Dinda's lips, it felt strange, but it was quite pleasant to be treated that way too by a man. There was no more Galih's name in his heart that he had ever wanted to say this sentence if they were together in the future.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Oh, yeah. Can I ask you something later in the night?" ask Yoga. Dinda gasped at the words.

What request? Don't-don't ....