I'm Not a Wingless Angel

TIME FOR FUN - FUN

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After Iza's school, I took my children shopping for school supplies, some new clothes and playing in one of the shopping centers. Their laughter and chatter made me happy, and several times I had time to capture their behavior through video and send it to Dimas. Dimas was very happy to receive the video of my submission, feeling involved in making my children happy.

" Day!!!" A voice I knew called my name. Sure enough, the fashionable lady ran up to me and hugged me tightly. I haven't seen him since my marriage to Dimas took place. Actually I was afraid to meet her, but seeing her attitude towards me, my fear instantly disappeared.

" Congratulations, dear... Mama's glad you're mama's daughter-in-law." she said later.

" Thank you ma'am... Sorry, ma'am." I said.

" Hey.mama.you're already my son... You don't have to apologize" he said again.

" You shopped at?" his eyes looked at the plastic groceries I was holding, the children were playing, so all my groceries were holding.

" Hmmm. yes ma... The school needs of children, the firstborn who have entered Junior High School, He just finished all his administration earlier." replied I was afraid - afraid.

" Dimas helped you, didn't he?" tanyanya. I'm really afraid Mama Dimas misunderstood me.

" Hmmm. This is using the CC that Dimas gave Di ma... Dimas who asked Di to take the children shopping and playing." I replied heart-heartedly.

" Oh my God... Alhamdulillahot... My skin has become a gentleman and very mature. It's his duty Di, who does he work for?" my fear immediately lost hearing his words, and then laughed with him.

" Ma.. go home yok... Zi's tired." Azi arrived - suddenly came to us. Mama Dimas turned his gaze to Azi.

" This is your son Di? ask her.

" Yes ma... This is the youngest Azi and. This is the eldest Iza." I said explaining, Iza happened to come over.

" sister... Dek.. salutations oma nak.." I said to my two children, they complied and greeted mama Dimas politely.

" Great granddaughter... Take them home when - when. We made a scene at the oma house huh." he said laughing happily. Azi and Iza responded with a smile.

Suddenly someone called Mama Dimas, he waved at the person who called him. "for a moment." he said.

" Ok Di, you're going home tomorrow... Mama bring by - by for this mama's daughter, you pick up tomorrow yes." he said again.

" Yes ma.. Yes. "I answered.

He took something from the bag and gave it to Azi and Iza

" This is for the two grandchildren of oma, oma wait at the house of oma huh... I'm Di, see you yes dear." he left us, I smiled at my in-laws' behavior, I said, while Iza and Azi are busy boasting 2 pieces of red paper in their hands.

" Yok, let's go home, baby." take me.

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" Where are you, Dim??" I hugged my HP, it's been day five and from yesterday HP Dimas can not be contacted. I was really disappointed, angry, scared. What Dimas would end up in the arms of other women as well, like him. Those bitter memories resurfaced in my memory, and I quickly took the privilege of erasing my memory of him who had hurt me and for the safety of Dimas' heart and life.

I lay quietly in Dimas' room this afternoon. It felt like my tears were running out, calling her every day, but remaining inactive. I didn't know Andi's HP number either, so I didn't know where to look. " You're evil Dim, you're really evil" I said in my heart. I hugged the pillow next to me, the scent of Dimas' body was there, until I finally fell asleep because my heart was tired.

I flinched and opened my eyes feeling a warm touch on my cheek. " Dimass!!" I shouted, only in my heart. He smiled at me, but I just stared at him silently, unmoved. At least I know that God has protected his life, but I don't know his heart.

" Did you miss me?" tanyanya pura - pura.

" Is that still necessary for you?" askaku.

" Dear..sorry.it all went not according to plan" he said trying to explain.

" And how many heads have you laid on Dim's chest?" just get angry

He looked at me sharply and annoyed.

I rise from my sleep. Glancing at the clock on the wall of the room, it was night, it was time for me to go home. I got out of bed and took my bag and jacket, ignored his presence and didn't want to know what he was feeling right now.

" At least I know you're alive Dim, even though I know I'm gonna lose you. I'm home." I said.

Dimas stood up and took big steps towards the door of the room. Lock the door and pull the key from there.

" I want to go home to Dim, open the door." I said annoyed. He ignored my request, walked leisurely to his bed and lay there.

" Dimase!!" I called him back and again - again.

I shut up and dropped my body on the couch. My body was really tired, for days waiting without certainty, with the shadow that my husband was there in the arms of another woman. Suddenly my tears began to flow, I laid down on the sofa, turned my back to the bed, hiding my tears and disappointment there. I miss him, but he doesn't care. It hurts so bad.

Suddenly, I felt a pair of hands go under my body and take me to bed. I'm silent, not fighting. Dimas arranged a comfortable sitting position on the bed for me, then he sat opposite me.

" I'm sorry, for all this mess. A lot of things happened that didn't go according to my plan at the beginning" he began to explain. I was silent, holding my heart back from wanting to embrace her.

" I have never slept or thought of letting go of my passion for a woman other than you, I could have sworn to it" she added.

" i... "

I didn't let him explain anything else, I couldn't hold back my longing. I got up from my seat and jumped into his arms. Dimas was shocked, he was not ready to accept my embrace, his body pushed back. Now that my body was already on top of her, we hugged each other tightly. My tears began to break, I was so tired of waiting and holding back longing. Dimas gently caressed my head,

" I'm sorry, baby, I've made you anxious" she said slowly. I just answered with a nod.

" I missed you Dimassss.." I said.

" I love you too, I'm sorry" she replied.

We go through the night by letting go of longing, letting go of desire and desire, not telling much, but our breath is hunting. It's not about winning or losing, being satisfied or not, it's about love and fighting.