BLESS YOUR WIFE
5

Dama is ready to go. Today he was going to meet Yufi somewhere.

Dama intends to pick Yufi up in front of his alley. He did not complain to Rama. He let Yufi meet him and talk to him to express what had been stuck in Yufi's heart and mind.

Lanang was neat with his caregiver who was also brought together in his car.

Dama had already driven his car towards Yufi's pick-up point in a large suburban area.

"Mbak Yufi ..." call Dama hard from the car whose window glass is already opened by Dama.

Dama Hapal right Yufi face from the photo that became the wallpaper on Rama's phone. But, Yufi did not recognize Dama at all. He had seen a picture of Dama but it was not clear.

Yufi looked at Dama and clenched her car.

"Mbak Dama?" yufi quietly.

"Yes. Come in," said Dama slowly.

Yufi and her four children got into the car.

Dama immediately brought to a comfortable place, where he and Yufi could talk a lot without being disturbed by children. The kids will find a playground.

Also in one of the big malls. His caretaker job was to keep all the children in the playground until Dama hired two playground employees to look after the five four children.

Dama and Yufi looked for a comfortable and relaxing place to eat.

"Order a meal and a drink, Ma'am. Whatever you like," Dama said slowly.

Yufi and Dama were busy choosing food. Several times, Rama called Dama but deliberately Dama did not pick him up. He also did not tell Rama that he did not enter the office today. Coincidentally his phone was muted. At least Dama still appreciates Yufi as Rama's wife.

"Mbak Dama love my husband?" yufi asked directly unceremoniously after ordering food and drinks to the waiter.

Dama put down his menu book and Yufi's sticky metapa.

"Sir Yufi didn't let me meet justto ask about this? Or is there any other need that you want to know about Ms Yufi? If you want to talk about the heart, do not ask on one side. Sitting three same Mas Rama. So obviously. But, if Mbak Yufi really wants to hear my answer directly, I will answer very honestly. I really like and love Mas Rama, Yufi's husband," replied Dama honestly and firmly.

"Say Mas Rama, ask for my divorce as soon as possible so that you are free and can get married without waiting for my blessing," said Yufi began to be emotional and fiery.

Dama laughed softly and looked at Yufi with a sad look. Then shook his head slowly.

"I don't want to mbak. From the beginning I just wanted to be known, acknowledged and blessed. If Yufi couldn't approve of me. Yeah no problem. My love for Mas Rama is still there only I can never expose his body," said Dama slowly.

"Certainly? You guys gonna terao like this? Love each other? Meet every night? Communicating behind my back? Want to be like this?" yufi asked with a sharp look and started getting wet.

Which woman would want honey? Which woman would share a husband? Which woman can see her husband remarry? What woman can bless her husband in a second marriage? THE ANSWER IS THAT NO ONE WILL BE WILLING.

"What wrong? If the taste is still there and stored neatly for Mas Rama? If I can choose, from the beginning, I want to be met with a man who is single and has no wife. Can I choose who this love is? I also do not want to be selfish, want to capture Mas Rama completely? Absolutely not," Dama replied plainly to Yufi.

"If Mbak Dama loved Mas Rama. Leave Mas Rama, let Mas Rama be happy with me. Go out of this city and never call my husband again" Yufi said pleading.

Dama swallowed his saliva. It was unable to fulfill Yufi's request. But, Yufi's two wet eyes made Dama unable to look at her. Moreover, those tears of sadness had already come down just like that.

"Ekhemc ... The manager's request to tell me to move, is that the keingunan Mbak? Rumors in the office about me doing that too?" ask Dama with curiosity.

"Because I hate you, mbak Dama. I hate every night having to fuss and argue with my husband. I hate when together there is always a name mbak Dama called in the lips of my husband either intentionally or accidentally. As much as that memory of your manjs during together to the point that Mas Rama always defended you. See what beautiful you are? You are ordinary, older than my husband and have children. If indeed my husband wants to marry again, of course he will find a virgin who is still open woman who has been dislocated by many men," said Yufi increasingly.

Dama is just him. His hands clenched under the table held back the emotions that kept triggering the adrenaline rush of getting angry.

"alright. I choose to leave here. But one thing I said. If Mas Rama turns out to be looking for my existence and destiny brings us back together without intention. I can no longer obey the words mbak Yufi to leave Mas Rama," said Dama firmly.

The waiter had come with the food and munuman. Both are silent.

Dama enjoyed the food. From morning Dama has not eaten.

Yufi also looked graceful to enjoy the food she ordered.

"May I send a message to Mas Rama?" ask Dama slowly.

"Yes." Yeah." Yufi answered briefly.

"Don't look for me and don't call me?" Answer Dama honestly.

It seems that it is Dama who has to end everything before.all lags and instead makes the situation more complicated and runyam.

"Well, I'll tell you."

Today is a very happy day for Dama. He brought Yufi and her four children back to his rented house.

"Where are you going anyway? Was it hard on the phone?" rama asked worried and worried.

"Sorry Mas. My head is dizzy" said Dama Lirih trying to convince Rama.

"Rest. Let it no longer hurt," replied Rama sincerely.

"Yes, it's." Answer Dama slowly.

"But you went home right away? Can't stop by first. Mother said Mayka was hot" said Rama slowly.

"Yes Mas. Go home. Be careful on the road" said Dama softly.

"Please dear," answered Rama softly.