
After saying goodbye, Dimas immediately drove his motorbike towards home.
Erina went straight into the room, had already cleaned her body and changed into sleeping clothes. Erina put her body on the bed and tried to sleep.
I don't know why he couldn't sleep. In his head was still filled with words that had already been spoken from Dimas' mouth. Dimas' voice was still clearly heard in his ears. Erina still could not believe that it turned out that Dimas would quickly express his feelings to her. A sense of excitement mixed with worry in his heart.
"If I refuse, Dimas will be disappointed and may be able to keep me away. If I accept, I'm still not sure the same feeling as this corn. Ddduuhhhh. how yaaaa. " said Erina while covering her face with a pillow.
Erina spoke to herself in the room. Her heart tonight is really upset. He still does not believe what he has experienced.
Ttttiy...
Suddenly a message came in from Dimas.
"Darling, I'm at home..."
Erina rounded her eyes as she read the contents of Dimas' message. Erina let out a wide laugh without a sound of being amused by the words of affection from Dimas.
"Yes" he answered briefly. Erina was confused as to what to reply. Only two letters could he write.
##In Room Dimas##
Dimas new nyampe house directly into the room and immediately lay his body on a soft mattress. He dropped his phone and immediately sent a message to Erina's mobile number.
"Hmmmm... Again the reply was only YES" Dimas said with a snort.
Smile at yourself. Her heart was so relieved that it had already revealed its contents to Erina. Dimas can't wait for Monday. Waiting for Erina's answer.
"Please say YES Erina... " Dimas still speaks for himself.
He saw another goodybag that was not too big that he was about. Reopened 2 small boxes of the same size. Slowly in the box, he looked and smiled again.
"I'm sorry Erina that I lied to you. Abisnya I'm confused about what reason to take you out"
"This hour must fit in your beautiful hands"
##In Erina's room##
Stretched, right, left, stomach, all sleeping positions have been tried. But this time his eyes still did not want to be friendly with him. It's still fresh.
The current room wall clock shows at 1 am. His eyes were still not reconciled. Erina picked up her phone which was located on her study table. At first he wanted to play a game so that his eyes became sleepy. But it turns out his finger would rather touch the Wha***p messaging app. It read back the message that Dimas had sent. Not feeling his lips singled a smile that over time became wide open.
"Nothing has dared to call dear.. Huft.." he said with a small laugh.
But in Erina's deepest heart, to be honest, she was very happy with Dimas' treatment.
When Erina was cool looking at Dimas's photo, suddenly her finger accidentally touched the phone button that made her phone number connected to her phone number Dimas. Realizing that the phone button is touched, Erina hastily turns off the phone button and hopes that Dimas is asleep.
But Erina's guess was wrong. Dimas also could not sleep that night.
Erina's phone is shaking. Dimas' name is clearly visible on Erina's phone. Erina's heart was shaking again. In a long breath and his finger began to touch the green button.
Hahooo. (why Erina).
Erina, what are you doing in the middle of the night calling me?
Oh... Emm... Sorry Dim, my hand didn't touch the phone button on purpose**n your number**.
(While laughing) Beneeeerr wasn't on purpose???
Dim really, suer..
(say Erina sure)
Intentionally nothing too. I'm even grim. Because there is someone who misses there (while laughing).
Don't believe it already. Sorry Dim, I'm so sleepy.. I hung up on him.
E. e. e... Wait a minute. (hold Dimas).
What's up, Dim? I am so heavy
(say Erina while glazing)
Before you hang up, I can ask you for one thing?"
Whahuh?
I want to hear you call me DARLING, please...
You're the fuck Dim... I haven't given you an answer yet. I hung up on him. Yea...
Tut. tut's...
And the phone was cut off.
"Yeahhhh... Actually dimatiin. Hhhmmm.." muttered Dimas.
Dimas and Erina finally fell asleep in their rooms.
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