My name is Maira

- Dimas Heart -

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After Thursday, I didn't go back to the store the next day.

Not only was I still shocked, but my mother also asked me to rest at home.

I was home alone all Friday, bored, I chose to call my mother and tell her about my zahra attitude.

Mom offered me to go home, and I'd ask alan's sister to pick me up.

I then thought, if I go straight home, then mommy would definitely feel bad for mom.

I turned down my mother's offer, and chose to go home on schedule.

I just got back to the store on Monday.

As usual, nothing has changed, staying calm and crowded by shoppers.

For five days, I spent the rest of the week in the store feeling light, without worrying that the zahra would scold me.

Zahra herself wasn't seen until my last day at the store.

When I asked Susi, according to Susi, zahra permission because of illness.

I just smiled cynically at Susi's answer, and felt amused at the attitude of the zahra who acted like a victim.

Friday is my last day at the store, I then say goodbye to mami employees in the afternoon, because I have to go back to Jogja on Sunday.

I also hugged each female employee, and shook the hands of the male employees.

I thank them for accepting me, and apologize for inconveniencing their performance.

Dimas picked me up at four o'clock in the afternoon at the store, and immediately invited me to a movie.

*

On Saturday morning, my mom asked me if I had an account in the bank, I agreed, and then my mom asked for my account number.

Her mom called me, asked me to see if the money had gone into my account.

I borrowed a dimas motor, and went to the nearest atm.

I was surprised to see the nominal you gave me.

I know my mom gave it not because I was a good worker, but more because she loved me.

"That's not too much" I asked my mom when I called my mom.

"Maira is entitled to receive it, it is the result of her work maira and a gift from mami, use it well yes dear" said mami in telvon.

I thanked my mom, then closed the phone, and went straight back to the dimas house.

When I got home, dimas was arranging dishes and side dishes for us to have lunch.

"That's so happy" dimas asked as he watched me not stop smiling.

"The results are satisfactory", asked again.

"Satisfied" I answered.

Dimas laughed at my answer, rubbed my hair, then asked me to sit down and eat.

After lunch, we went straight up to the dimas room, relaxing while watching the television.

"Tumben didn't sleep", I asked dimas.

"No drowsiness, be content to hug you", dimas replied.

"Depart home for what day" asked dimas.

"Monday morning goes straight, because it's already nanyain", I replied to dimas.

"Emang mother does not miss you, have not met for long, continue directly to the house uti" said dimas.

"Mom's coming, I'm going on leave, so we go to the house together" I replied.

That night I took him on the street, had dinner with the pasta, shopped, and bought him a new shirt to make.

*

Sunday morning as usual, I woke up very early in my opinion.

At six o'clock in the morning, not just this Sunday, but during my time at home I always wake up early.

After taking a shower I went down to help my busy mom in the kitchen.

This morning the four of us had breakfast together, including papa and dimas.

"Today maira came home, just met directly separated" said papa seno.

Indeed for almost five weeks I was here, papa seno was assigned to go out of town for four weeks, so I only met papa seno for a while.

Throughout breakfast, papa told me about the cities he visited for a month.

After breakfast, I immediately packed up to be helped by dimas, then mom took dimas to the store to pick up souvenirs for mom, because mom forgot to bring home last night.

I drove papa and mami to the front door, at once saying goodbye to them, then went back inside.

When I got back upstairs, I saw that there was still a label in my new bag.

I looked for scissors, but I didn't see my surroundings.

"Oh maybe put in a drawer" I said in my heart.

I opened one by one the drawers on the study desk in dimas, when I wanted to open the last drawer, it turned out that the drawer was locked.

I then searched the drawer keys around the study desk dimas, and found them in a glass containing bolpoints and various colors markers.

When I managed to open the locked drawer, I was happy, because it was not the scissors I found, but dimas's little book that made me wonderfully curious.

The little book was half the size of the comic books I used to read, though small but very thick.

I didn't think I'd forgotten the book.

I took it out of the drawer with a smile, sat down on the chair, and I unbuttoned the booklet, and started to open the page.

When I opened the first page, it said 'Madas' Records, ' I immediately saw the date written below it, February 2003.

"Oh when dimas was in High School", I muttered softly, smiling.

I opened the next page, and drowned with every word I wrote to practice.

Almost half the contents of this small book, telling about the train, things that train likes, favorite foods train, even the size of the train shoes are also written.

Dimas also wrote the month when he finally received it, the time when dimas kissed the train first, and the rest of the page contains about how to maintain the practice on his side.

My heart was like a lump of ice, as I read the sheets to train.

In my mind, if there was still a possibility that dimas had room in his heart to train.

Thinking about it, made me shed tears.

It turns out that the note not only contains about the train, but also there is about a dimas college friend named karin, but not in detail, just standard information about karin.

I didn't know him myself, so I went straight to the next page.

The next page, it was written like an expression.

That phrase finally got me the answer to zahra's behavior on me.

The contents of the notes in the booklet belonging to dimas for zahra are like a letter.

"For zahra, for,

Thank you for being by my side in my worst moments.

Thank you for always making me laugh, and filling my days with your laughter.

Your presence makes me always want to go home to solo to see you.

I can come back cheerful after I've broken my heart, it's all because of you.

But sorry, even though I love you and want to be next to you as a lover, but I can't.

Mbak dina forbid me, because according to mbak dina, it could have a negative impact with the atmosphere in the store.

Mami also does not approve, because if our relationship deteriorates, mami does not want to have to lose you as a trusted mother.

I can only offer my arms to you, as a friend who loves you.

I know you're angry and disappointed when I told you I had a new boyfriend in Jogja.

I know you're sad and hurt, but I love him too.

Sorry for choosing to be with him.

But one thing's for sure, you'll always have a special place in my heart."

The written date was two weeks after dimas kissed me on parangtritis.

As soon as I finished reading it, I closed the book and started crying.

I then heard the sound of the room door being opened.

I looked directly at the door, and dimas stood at the door, with a pale and surprised face, seeing the little book he had been hiding, was in my hands.

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