Glass Flakes

Patience First

That night, Dimas laid his body on the carpet like the night before. Dinda watched the man from his bed. The bed that Dinda used was indeed small compared to the bed in her in-laws' house. But that doesn't mean it can't hold the two of them on it. Even before Anisa and her mother also often accompany Dinda to sleep in her room. Seeing her husband who had trouble sleeping the night before, made Dinda take the initiative to replace her position.

"Mas Dim sleeps on top, let's replace Dinda on the bottom" Dinda wakes up from her sleeping position.

"No need. I'm not papa" Dimas understood his wife's concern.

"Or mas sleeping here is the same Dinda" said Dinda timidly and shifted her position.

"Here is Dinda. I'm not papa, I'm sleeping"

Dimas did not want to not sleep one bed with his wife, really want even. He just does not want to get out of control so that makes Dinda again remembered by his trauma like the last time at his parents' house. If only Dinda would be fine, of course he would gladly accept his wife's offer.

Bruck

Suddenly Dinda rolls over and drops herself right next to Dimas who is still awake.

"Dinda what are you doing? Sick right?" Dimas woke up and looked at his worried wife.

"No. I'm here, sleeping under the gini. Than Dinda does not feel good to squirm while sleeping here"

Din, Din's. You want to torture what the hell. Masmu this is normal Din, if out of control how. Hhhhhh,,,, uh,,,

"Well, let's sleep on top" Dimas relented.

They woke up and moved to the top of the bed.Dimas slept with his back to Dinda. Dinda stared at the ceiling of her room.

"Mas Dim's asleep?"

"Hm"

What else is Din. Come on, later mas can be happy if you keep gini.

"Mas Dim didn't want to know that Dinda was talking about Thunder?"

"No. But if you want to tell a story about the horrors".

"Not curious?" Dinda looked at Dimas' back.

"Why should I be curious?"

Ihhh, that's it. Usually, the husband is jealous if he squirms his wife with other men. Aishhh, this is why I even want him to be jealous anyway. But in the past he was not jealous at all. Ahhh, why the hell am I.

"Yes if not curious" Dinda twisted her body until her position turned to each other with Dimas.

Deg

A sturdy hand suddenly coiled around Dinda's waist and pulled her to the point of clinging to the man who was now in the position of hugging her from behind. His heart raced incoherently as the hand tightened its embrace.

"You're looking for jealousy or not, right?" lirih Dimas behind Dinda's head.

Why would he know?

Dimas stretched out his right arm under Dinda's head, until now the girl was perfect in her arms. "If you ask jealous or not, the answer is yes. But you're still sane enough to let you two talk. You can still keep an eye on you too, right? From the look on his face, he seemed to be heartbroken. Really right?"

Your mass? He said that once.

Dinda goosebumps feeling the warm breath Dimas on his nape. The man kissed long back of Dinda's head, inhaling the scented shampoo in her hair.

"Mas," Dinda squirms in Dimas' arms.

"Udah, sleep"

"But it hurts, my hair, Dim put it down" she said, feeling her hair as if it was being pulled over.

"Heh,,,? Sorry" Dimas stretched his arms.

Dinda grabbed her long hair with both hands and pointed it upwards, revealing her smooth nape and neck. Dimas who at that time was still in a position to hug him could only swallow the saliva he made. Slowly, he moved his face forward and slowly peeked at Dinda's nape, which was filled with the haircut.

Serrrr

Dinda's blood rippled feeling the warmth of Dimas' lips against his skin. His chest rumbled to feel the gentle treatment of Dimas who several times kissed his neck. The sturdy hand held his shoulder and slowly pulled him until now Dinda was facing him. The two eyeballs clashed with similar gazes. Slowly Dimas brought his face closer and landed his lips right on Dinda's tiny lips. Dimas kissed Dinda softly until the girl was seen enjoying it. Moments later Dimas stopped his action and looked down at Dinda's face.

Cup

Dimas kissed Dinda's forehead feelingly.

"Sleep" said Dimas, then turned his back to Dinda.

While Dinda, the girl is still confused by the treatment of Dimas just now. He looked in wonder at Dimas who now only saw his back.

Lazy to think deeper, Dinda finally followed Dimas' orders to sleep. With a smile on her lips she began to enter her dreamland with a position facing her husband's back.

Morning greet. Today is the day of the proposal Anisa and Faris lover. All the relatives have started to come to help with the preparation of the event. Including mr. de Munif and also Dinda's grandmother who did live together in the city next door. Grandma Dinda who was not present at the time of the wedding granddaughter was very curious about Dimas his former granddaughter. According to the story he heard from Munif, Dimas was a young businessman, the son of a renowned doctor in the capital.

Dimas himself was still struggling with his dream in Dinda's room. Many times Dinda woke him up but the eyes seemed to be tightly stuck together so it was difficult to open. How not, all night Dimas was awake because he was holding something that persistently rebelled his orders.

"Mas, let's get up. It's outside there are grandmothers to meet" said Dinda for the umpteenth time while rocking Dimas' body.

"Emmh, whose grandma? Mas still sleepy Din" said Dimas with a special sound of waking up.

"Ihhh, this afternoon, ntar continued again. Come on out, there's a lot of people".

Dimas was forced to delay his sleep and still with his eyes closed he lowered his legs sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Bath first"

Dinda picked up a towel and handed it to Dimas. She looked in wonder at her husband who was walking out of the bathroom to take a shower.

"Kayak abis staying up late" he murmured.