My name is Maira

meet Mami Mita -

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We got to the solo at about ten in the morning.

The house is located just behind the solo paragon, the house is also located on the side of a large highway.

Rumah dimas, like a house in general, only the fence of the house is very high.

When entering the parking area, I could immediately see a small garden in front of the house that was very neatly arranged.

The dimas house is a two-story building, and has a large car park.

Dimas immediately invited me to enter the house.

Once we enter the living room, the figure of a middle-aged severe mother immediately embraced dimas, who turned out to be mother dimas, her name sasmita, or commonly called mami mita.

Her age entered fifty years, but her face was still very beautiful and noble looking.

"This is what is called maira", he said as soon as he saw me.

"Yes aunty", I answered and kissed Mom's hand.

Hand kissing is one of the ethics of modesty to parents, in Javanese culture.

"Call me, don't auntie, if you're special to dimas, you're special to mami" she said.

Then I handed over the hand that my mother kept to me, I also conveyed my mother's greetings to mami mita.

"Thank you very much", he replied kindly, as he received a hand from me.

"Dina, this is her new boyfriend dimas", call mami mita on the figure who just entered the living room.

Dina is the older sister of dimas, her age ten years adrift with dimas.

Dimas did tell me a little about his family.

Dina, big sister dimas lives a little away from the dimas parents' house, but because she helps mami mita to manage the shop, so every nine o'clock in the morning, she's helping mami mita to run the shop, she's at the house she was staying in to pick up mami mita.

"Hallo", she said kindly, then she kissed both of my cheeks.

"Let's sit down maira", said mami mita invited me to sit on her living room sofa.

I could only chat with mami mita and mbak dina for a while, since they already had to go to the store run by the dimas family.

"I'm so sorry maira, this mami is busy in the store, so in stay no papa ya" said mami softly.

Mami said she had to walk an hour ago, but she waited for dimas to come, out of curiosity with me.

"Papa's still out of town" dimas asked.

"Still, tomorrow the new afternoon comes home", replied mami mita, while tidying herself in the glass in the living room.

"Maira mami lives yes, later nginep right at home" asked mami mita to me.

"Not know mi, because dimas want to take maira street" replied dimas.

I looked towards dimas with a puzzled look, but dimas only asked me to support him by blinking his eyes at me, I ended up smiling at dimas.

"Yes later if nginep kabarin yes, dimas don't forget to take maira play to the store" said mami, took a bag, kissed the cheek dimas then hugged me and kissed my cheek, mami, then go with mbak dina.

Me and dimas drove them to the front, then closed the gate of the house.

"It's so busy, old man dimas", I asked.

"Yes, I'm also often home alone" dimas replied as he led me in.

"I took a drink" said dimas, and he headed straight for the kitchen.

She brought back two bottles of drink, and opened the lid for me.

"Where are we going" I asked dimas.

"Secret" dimas replied.

"Surprise", he said again.

I just looked at dimas and smiled.

"You go up no, look at my room", take a dimas.

"You dong", I replied happily.

The second floor had only two rooms, one bathroom, and a lounge.

The room is located next to the stairs.

The room space is quite spacious, there is a medium-sized bed in the middle of the room, a study table beside the bed, side by side with windows, and a large cupboard next to the entrance.

There is a sofa that is enough size to sit two people, located to the right of the dimas bed, and leads straight to the television table.

There is a guitar-shaped wall clock hanging on the wall above the television.

There was also a poster of Albert Einstein on the wall above the dimmed bed.

I chose to sit on the couch, then dimas turned on the television for me.

"The room is neat and clean" I said.

"Which purifies" I asked dimas.

I saw a little diary-like book steal my attention.

It's located right in the cupboard, in front of a pile of dimas t-shirts.

I got up from the couch, and picked up the book, which turned out to be true, a little diary-like notebook.

Dimas tried to take it from me, but I was more nimble.

I ran to the bed, and dimas chased me and took it away from me.

Dimas managed to take it from my hand and threw it on top of the dimas wardrobe.

"Why can't I read" I said to dimas who was in front of me.

Dimas just fell silent, then walked up to his closet, changed his shirt, and fell asleep on his bed.

"I'm getting curious" I muttered to myself.

Then I looked around the room to find a foothold.

There's only a dimas study chair I can make my footing.

It's dangerous because there's wheels, but I keep pushing it in the closet.

I then climbed into the dimas study chair, and my hand tried to reach for dimas's little book, but it was still too far away.

I looked around again, and my eyes were fixed on the long ruler on the dimas desk shelf.

Dimas just looked at me, and watched me.

I then walked back towards the dimas study table, and picked up the ruler I saw.

I smiled cunningly at dimas while playing the ruler in my hand.

I tried to get back to dimas' book, and was excited when the ruler could help me reach him.

My pleasure ended, when I felt my hands pressed against my waist, carrying me, and then putting me on the bed, and then locking me with her body.

"Danger", said dimas while kissing my cheek.

"But I'm curious" I replied trying to escape.

"What's in the book" I asked dimas.

Again dimas did not answer, and just kissed me.

"I'm thirsty" I said.

Dimas then stood up, brought a ruler, and pushed the chair out of the room, then locked the door from the outside.

I was disappointed when dimas did that, as if dimas was reading what was on my mind, and what I was going to do.

Soon she returned with a drink in her hand.

"May not be angry", I asked dimas, after dimas gave the bottle to me.

"What's the reason for his anger" dimas answered while propping up his chin in his hand.

"Because you can't read your book" I said, pointing up at the cupboard.

"That's my stuff, and whether I want to point it out or not" replied the relaxed and smiling.

"Remain me dimas girlfriend, I deserve to know" I began to lash.

I put a drink on the dimas study table, then pulled out a blanket, and hid behind it.

"Honey doesn't believe me" asked dimas to come up to me, and hold me.

I just kept quiet not answering dimas.

Dimas then opened the blanket that covered my face, and dimas looked at me.

"Surprisingly", he asked.

"Not believing" he added when I didn't answer.

Dimas immediately kissed me, and I could not resist the soft lips dimas.

"You don't believe me" asked dimas again after removing the kiss.

"Believe, just curious" I replied grumbling.

Dimas then kissed me again, dimas kissed me like he wanted to have all my lips, then he kissed my neck, and kissed my lips repeatedly while playing his tongue.

I'm sometimes confused, where did he learn to kiss this well.

"I am yours maira" dimas said as he looked at me.

"Yes you know", I answered while holding the cheek dimas.

Dimas then hugged me, and said that in an hour we should leave.

I do, but I'm still very curious about dimas' little book.

The reaction I gave, it was very disturbing to my mind.

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