My name is Maira

- An Opportunity -

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Two weeks passed after dimas apologized, although I had again given him the opportunity to be dimas, but deep in my heart, the cold still enveloped the deepest part of my heart.

The whole heart I always gave to be cooked, slowly began to be pseudo.

I can't give my whole heart to dimas anymore.

For two years, dimas always showed me how much I was precious to him, how much he loved me, until I finally felt that I was the sole owner of the dimas heart, but in fact, I was, the liver is dimmed quite tightly by the other inhabitants.

Doubts began to arise, whether yes dimas really love me, whether he will always choose me, or when actually just want to play with me.

The thought overshadowed me almost every day, and the feeling of doubt always came every chance, to question, whether I should fight or give up.

Although I returned to communicating with dimas as before, but it is true, the saying always says, if the broken glass will never return to perfection.

Dimas has tried his best, he wants to improve everything, he also always tells me his activities every day.

Dimas for the first time, wanted to pick me up at home uti after I finished my vacation.

Whereas before, dimas always waited for me to go home first, then he met me.

I want to appreciate everything we do for our relationship.

Dimas knew I couldn't trust him completely anymore, but he didn't want to give up on the relationship we had.

Auntie Wulan made me my favorite breakfast before I came home, but also gave me pocket money.

According to the uti it was a bribe, so that I could quickly return to the uti house again.

"Assalamualaikum", greet the voice from the front.

Auntie Wulan then got up from her chair, and walked forward.

Auntie Wulan returned with dimas following her from behind.

"Rara uti's boyfriend" said aunt wulan when uti asked who had come.

Uti immediately offered dimas for breakfast together, before leaving for the city.

Breakfast goes with the uti asking for the dimas job, and the aunt wulan asking for future plans on the dimas.

Dimas answered aunt wulan's question by teasing me.

"If you want me to marry you now can be aunty, let's go to me" said dimas.

Auntie Wulan immediately laughed, and asked dimas to wait for me to finish college first.

We left right after breakfast, dimas was so sweet to treat me.

Bringing my luggage, opening the car door for me, putting a seatbelt for me, he also kissed my cheek in front of aunt wulan and uti.

Auntie Wulan smiled at the treatment for me.

I had a strong desire to give the opportunity to the relationship I was running with dimas, to be as happy as ever.

"We go to the villa for a while huh", dimas told me as we were on our way from the house uti.

I just smiled and agreed to dimas.

"I love you", I said to dimas, looking at the wheel.

Dimas smiled, then grabbed my hand and kissed it.

When we got to the villa, dimas asked me to enter first, and asked me to wait in the room I used to stay in.

Dimas said that he had some business he wanted to talk to Mr. Mugi, the guardian of the villa.

When I entered the villa, I immediately remembered all the sweet memories that I and I shared together in this villa.

I then climbed the stairs to the second floor and walked towards the rear balcony.

Merapi is not clearly visible because it has begun to be covered by the afternoon fog, but I can see the expanse of corn fields that are yellow, and ready to be harvested.

"Honey outside" said dimas when he returned, and saw me on the back balcony.

"Udah is done with mugi sir", I asked dimas.

"Udah, just tell mammy sir, if next week there are relatives who want to use this villa", replied dimas.

"Here", I asked dimas while opening my arms.

Dimas then hugged me tightly.

"Yuk yuk", invite me to massage.

Dimas then let go of his embrace, then he grabbed my hand, and took me inside the villa.

When we were in the room, dimas immediately took off his jacket and jeans, and immediately sat on the bed.

"Here baby", Pinta dimas, asked me to sit next to him.

"You're still sad", asked dimas to me when I was next to him.

I just fell silent, then smiled at dimas.

"I don't know what to do so you can go back like that again" said dimas.

Dimas then hugged me, and kissed me on the cheek.

"Or at least you tell me about zahra when you have the chance" I told dimas.

"I want to, but I'm afraid you'll misunderstand and be sad like this" dimas replied.

"I'm afraid you're going to get angry" said dimas.

"But now I know, and I'm still angry" I said cutting dimas speaking.

"I know", dimas replied.

Dimas then kissed me, and began to touch me very gently.

I want to forget everything, and get back to being happy with dimas.

When dimas began to unite himself with me, without feeling my tears dripping.

"You're why", dimas asked, as he watched tears drip from the end of my eyes.

Dimas then stopped, and moved to my side, then hugged me.

It turns out that forgetting the fact that zahra is in the heart of dimas is very difficult.

I still remember the gaze placed on the zahra, the night when it calmed the zahra in the parking lot, after the zahra yelled at me.

I recalled the notes of dimas for zahra, which were written wholeheartedly.

I remember Zahra's angry glares every time I saw her at the store.

I also remember the time Zahra stared at dimas even though I was near dimas.

I didn't even realize that zahra's gaze to dimas, was a form of zahra's love to dimas.

I didn't realize I was in their midst.

I felt so blind seeing it all, but didn't notice it.

"You're why, you still don't believe me" asked dimas.

I didn't answer, and just cried in dimas' arms.

Dimas then grabbed his phone, and wrote a message.

"I've sent all my media emails and social passwords to you" dimas told me, then put the phone back on.

"I hope it can make you believe again with me" said dimas firmly.

"I want my old hair back" dimas said expectantly.

Dimas then hugged me tightly and kissed me on my forehead.

At nine o'clock in dimas drove me home, there was a feeling of a little guilt that stopped in my heart to be dim.

Dimas was trying to keep me believing, but somehow, I felt it wasn't enough for me to be sure, that it was completely mine.

I want everything to pass, all the feelings of worry that are present in my mind will be dimas, I want to erase everything.

I'm tired of all my feelings for dimas.

"Later on Saturday I met you a little afternoon huh" dimas told me as he drove me home.

"If dimas tired, I'm not papa, dimas to jog next week again" I said to dimas.

"Next week at home there is also uti, surely mother would be happier if I am at home" I added.

"You're sure", dimas asked.

"Yes sure, his Sunday also nia invite me and others to watch, I have promised you to come along" I said in dimas.

"You're not trying to get away from me, are you", asked dimas with a sad face.

"Dear, if I stay away from you, I definitely don't want you to pick me up at home uti" I replied.

Then I stroked the dimas face, and smiled at him.

"You should never have the thought of separating from me, yes", pinta dimas, taking my hand, and then dipping it.

"Yes", I replied gently.

Dimas took his car back to my house, and stopped for a while at home when we arrived.

A warm welcome given by the mother to be cooked.

Grandfather who happened to be at home, immediately hugged dimas, and asked about the news of dimas.

Dad also looks warm with dimas, while sister alan continues to tease dimas for still wanting to hang on with me.

I love seeing the atmosphere of a house like this.

I also want to be able to build a warm family like my family.

Very loving father and mother, ignorant brother, and angry, but very caring for me, and there is a grandfather who always looks proud of us.

Father and mother made a clear picture of how they made this family full of jokes and laughter, and slipped a wish on me and alan's sister, he said, if we also have to choose a partner who makes the atmosphere of the house warm and loving.

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