A Five Step Match
52.

"She!" the scream of Galih's voice made Dinda's body stiffen. The man he was avoiding was now running towards him.

"Din, Galih sir." The queen grabbed the friend's arm. Dinda could only smile.

Galih's footsteps drew closer to Dinda.

"We talk!" Galih pulls Dinda's hand and forces her to come with him regardless of the Queen's presence greeting her.

Arriving in a quiet place, Dinda forcibly took off the hand of the man she once liked.

"Explain, Dinda. Please tell me the same about yesterday. You are not married to Yoga, are you? He lied, right?" tanya Galih looked at the idol with a gaze full of wounds. Do not let Dinda justify his words and make the wound deeper. However, the girl just lowered her head.

"Sorry, Galih. Yoga says it was real yesterday. He and I are married. There was one thing that got us married. I'm .. I'm sorry about this."

Galih's heart was completely broken, his dream of marrying Dinda was now gone when he heard the statement from this woman.

"Sorry" said Dinda.

Galih looked at Dinda who was still down. "You said there was one thing that got you married? Whatisit? Were you forced to marry her?" ask Galih. Hearing Dinda's words earlier, she felt that if there was something strange that happened to this woman, even though a few months ago her and Dinda's relationship was still fine.

Dinda shook her head, indeed not a compulsion because she also willingly underwent this marriage even though at first they only did it temporarily.

"Tell me if he means you. I'll take you away from him!" furious Galih.

Dinda shook her head and smiled slightly. "No, he doesn't mean it. I agreed to marry him. I'm sorry for you, brother, because I can't hold out for you" said Dinda Lirih.

He thought there would be fear and pain in his heart when he said this, but the opposite happened. Like water trapped somewhere and now the channel was no longer inhibiting, a sense of relief approached his heart.

"I'm sorry, I let you down. I hope you meet a better woman than me."

Dinda lowered her head slightly as her apology deepened. He then left and left Galih who was silent fixated on seeing Dinda who was getting away.

"I'm late!" decak upset Galih while smiling sorely. He should not have waited to be able to ask the girl to be with him despite only tying him up with a simple ring. However, what was wrong if he only wanted to give his best to the girl?

Dinda passed to the motor park and met Yoga who had been waiting for her since a few minutes ago.

"Old kok?" He noticed the face of the wife who was slightly damp and her nose was now red. Dinda smiled and shook her head.

"Yuk. Can you take a day off work today? Yuk street! Find meatballs if you can."

Yoga guesses that Dinda is in a bad state. He nodded and attached the helmet to Dinda.

"Okay, what kind of meatballs do you want?" tanya Yoga smiled with no intention of asking what had happened.

"Missile or Dower can be."

"Come on."

Dinda got on the bike and Yoga went on the bike at a moderate pace leaving the university.

From a distance, Galih looked at them with a wounded look. It was too late for him and resulted in the loss of the woman he loved.

***

Dinda has agreed to hold a reception party, they just have to find the right date to carry out the intention. In this month many things that must be done and can not be postponed or canceled, forced the wedding reception Dinda and Yoga will be held in the next month.

"You should have fittings of clothes from now on, about the invitation and the building so we take care of it," said Heru gave advice to his two children.

"Yes, really. My mom has a good designer. You can come quickly to order clothes. Yeah, isn't Jeng Besan?" tanya Puspa glanced at the besan.

"Yes, Miss Besan. Bridal clothes must be ordered from far away, fearing that impromptu there is no dress that fits the hassle," said Mama Irma. Dinda smiled stiffly in response to the babbling of her parents now. It felt strange to hear about their wedding preparations.

Yoga who sat beside Dinda glanced at the wife who had just been silent.

"Din, go yuk," he asked after nudging his wife's arm.

"Where?" tby Dinda.

"Well, I'm tired of talking about ginian."

Dinda smiled and nodded her head. "Yeah!"

"Ma, Mum. I'd like to excuse you."

"You're up to date." Flat answer given Yoga to the mother, his hand pulled the fingers Dinda who then looked and gave an apologetic smile to the two parents who were there.

"Oh, okay. You guys be careful on the road. Don't be so late at home," exclaimed Puspa after the two men moved away from him.

"Ish, Mama here. Yes, yes, if they don't go home too. After all, it's halal," the husband scolded. Puspa grimaced in shame, the two children he had nurtured for a long time, and it had become a habit for him to remind if both of them would go out at night.

"Where are we going anyway?" dinda shouted against the wind that hit her face.

"Where ever, I'm tired of talking about the grand reception."

Two-wheeled vehicles continue to drive on fairly crowded streets.

Until finally they have come to a roomy place, looking for highland areas to unwind at the head of the worldly fatigue.

"Beauty ya."

The lights shone brilliantly in the distance, forming an unarranged painting in the middle of a thick night. Vehicles were not far parked from them, only a few meters away from the wooden bench they occupied.

"Hm."

The wind blows softly, but it feels cold to the meek God-form, but it can be strong at any given moment.

"Cold huh?"

"Yes." Yeah." Dinda's two hands hugged each other, rubbing her arms to drive away the coldness that hit her.

Yoga took the initiative to give his jacket and pair the object wrapped around the wife's body.

"Thank you."

"Together."

They were silent, enjoying the silence that was there, the sound of the night animals sounded beautiful in the ears, making the mood of the two become peaceful.

"We're weird, huh."

"Why?" Dinda turned her head to look at her husband who was looking straight ahead of her.

"About aja, never kayang from childhood, in the present even we are together," said the young man.

Dinda chuckled softly.

"Yes, I didn't think we could do this either."

"Aren't you?"

"Nyesel why, Ga?"

"Well, I'm the same."

Dinda speechless.

"You married me because of my request yesterday because Mama was sick. I'm sorry, I think I'm impressed" said the man.

"It's okay. At first I objected, but not now."

Dinda brought her body closer to her husband, leaning her head on the wide shoulders of Yoga that felt comfortable. Only this time did he feel this kind of comfort from a man.

Yoga's body stiffened, silent as the wife even wrapped her hands in her arms. The warm feeling of the body makes the blood swish faster. The smell of shampoo disturbs his sense of smell. Yoga became restless instantly. Sitting as quietly as possible even though inside his body there was nothing that could make him calm now.

They quietly enjoy the cold air that envelops, enjoying the darkness of the night with lights and stars that look small in the sky. If the star had fallen, Dinda would have wished so much that she could be with the man who is now her husband.

Although their marriage was not what Dinda wanted at first, but obviously this man paid a lot of attention to her, giving his best even with his sometimes ridiculous attitude.

Dinda's hand moved, peeling between the long fingers of Yoga and grasping each other. Their story was strange indeed, but this was the destiny that God had outlined for both of them.

All of a sudden, Yoga takes Dinda's chin and pulls it, eroding the distance and narrowing Dinda's oxygen with a warm friendly kiss.

Dugs. Dugs.

The sound of the heartbeat was getting louder and could no longer be inevitable, Dinda's hand fell silent, now just letting Yoga access her oral cavity.