My name is Maira

sweetness of a dream -

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Dimas asked me to sit next to him, when I saw me just standing and looking at him.

Dimas then kissed my cheek when I was next to him, his hand also directly coiled on my shoulder.

"You want me to apologize first, or you want to hear my confession first" dimas said, confirming the hair dangling from my cheek.

"What confession" I asked on the dimas with a smile.

"The recognition that I still love you, even if you stay away from me for more than five months" she replied.

The dimas' speech changed my position, which I had originally seen the guitar on the television, now I saw the dimas sitting beside me.

Dimas still hasn't stopped looking at me with a twinkle in his eye since he got out of his car.

"I'm not far away, but dimas who are difficult to contact" I replied.

"I am not difficult to contact, even I always come to jogja every time you call but I do not answer" said dimas defend himself.

Dimas then forced me to look at him, as I turned away.

"Not always, just once after death" I replied.

"That's because I'm waiting for you to finish getting angry, keep coming to me" dimas said.

"Now I come" I replied to dimas.

"Yes, thank you for coming" said dimas smiling.

Dimas then grabbed my hand, and grabbed it, then dimas kissed me.

The soft kiss of dimas that I had almost forgotten, now I could feel it again.

"Keep sorry for", I asked dimas, as soon as he let go of his kiss.

"To never be next to you" said dimas.

"To not be beside you when you are sad again, for all the important moments in your life that I passed" said dimas again.

"No papa", I replied with a smile that I forced.

"To not be by your side when you struggle to write your thesis" said dimas.

"To pass the thesis session" dimas began to shed tears.

"I don't know myself, you're always by my side when I struggle, but I'm absent when it's your turn to fight" said dimas looking at me with tears.

I rubbed the dimas tears, and smiled, then I peeked at the dimas cheeks.

"You're not angry" asked dimas.

"I'm angry, but yes, take it" I replied.

"You should be angry every time you call but I don't answer" dimas said.

"I am angry, but every time I am angry at me" I replied.

"I'm sorry, I'm afraid every time you're angry, I'm afraid of losing you" said dimas, with a sad face.

"So he said ask me to be angry, now say he was afraid" I said seductively dimas.

Dimas just looked at me with a confused look.

"You're always the same thing" dimas said.

"Sometimes even a trivial matter that you hook-kaitin" said dimas added.

I then remembered the scene in the shop earlier, and my bright face immediately changed.

"So I also saw zahra hugging you" I said to dimas.

"He didn't hug me, he just wrapped his hand around my shoulder" said dimas, trying to convince me.

"What's the difference", I asked.

"Yes different dong", replied dimas grumbling.

Dimas then exemplified the difference between hugging and embracing me.

The reality again made me realize that the zahra might continue to overshadow our relationship.

The question I often repeat to myself is, am I ready, am I able to keep suppressing my feelings of jealousy, whenever I see the closeness of the zahra with the dimas.

I then ignored all the questions in my mind, and chose to grab dimas and hold her.

I came to the solo to mend my relationship with dimas, not to argue with dimas, I thought to myself.

"Eat yuk, I'm laper" I said to dimas.

"So early in the morning just breakfast bread, because of bad luck, it was even scolded by alan, so the bread is not ketelen" said I try to persuade dimas who only silent.

Dimas then returned my embrace, and kissed my hair.

"Which was riding from which station" asked softly.

"From lempuyangan", I answered.

"What time's the train", ask me again.

"Nine hours", I answered.

"You must have woken up at eight o'clock, eaten by an angry sister", asked dimas to me.

"Yes", I replied, then smiled for dimas.

"You just stay here, surely at six in the morning you wake up" said dimas.

"No", I replied with a laugh.

Dimas then called the diner for the dimas subscription, to order our lunch.

During the thirty minutes of waiting, dimas repeatedly said, how happy he was to see me still using the gift necklace from him.

Dimas also said that mami's jokes at the store were not funny at all.

"Try if you get a joke with me on a wedding invitation, how do you feel" said dimas, grumbling.

"Stay it's not my invitation, it's my brother's alan" I replied in self-defense.

"But my mom said it was an invitation from you" said dimas insisted.

"When what I do", ask me on dimas.

"I burn in front of you" dimas said with an angry face.

I just laughed at the look on my face, and then I peeked at the dimas cheek.

"Well, if I give you an invitation, I will add the name Dimas Prasetya next to my name" I said to dimas giving hope.

Dimas immediately smiled and hugged me, and began to kiss me.

"I think someone called me on the fence" I said, after releasing my kiss from dimas.

"Your feelings" said dimas, trying to kiss me back.

"Try to see" I said, pushing the body dimas.

Dimas then got up from the sofa, and walked towards the window.

"The food anther" dimas said with a smile.

Me and dimas then went down to the first floor.

I walked towards the kitchen, to pick up the dishes and prepare the table, while dimas, outwards to pick up the food.

As soon as it was put back in the kitchen, it was cooked to arrange the food he ordered on the plate.

He then took a bottle of cold water from the refrigerator, and took two glasses from the cabinet.

I'm actually not the type who likes to talk while eating, I prefer to finish my food first, just start chatting.

Eating a table with a family of dimas is also so, sometimes silent throughout our meal, and only began to be crowded with laughter and talk after eating.

Since it was just the two of us, I decided to go straight to the table, and wash the dishes as soon as we finished eating.

Dimas did help me clean the table, but dimas just hugged me from behind, while I was doing the dishes.

We go straight back to the dimas room, and relax in the bedroom while watching television, after finishing cleaning ourselves.

"Nginep ya", the dimas pinta who was still wrapping her hands around my waist.

"No way, tonight you have to be home" I replied to dimas.

"Tomorrow to go home, I'm anther", pinta is pressed while gluing her arms to me.

"Tomorrow will also work, so it's useless if I'm here but it's not at home" I replied in dimas.

"I skipped work, so I can hug you all day" dimas said while kissing my cheek.

"Later to be angry dong if you skip" I said.

"No papa", replied dimas casually.

"No need ah, we will meet again at the wedding kak alan" I said to dimas.

"But I'm still missing, we haven't seen each other in nearly two months" said the protest.

"The wrong dimas themselves never go to jogja", I replied seductively dimas.

"Even if the datengin must be angry", replied dimas with a manyun face.

"Keep away if I get angry" I ask dimas.

"I'm afraid that you're angry, so I'm waiting for you not to get angry, just dare to come again" said dimas with a smile.

"If I'm still angry now" I asked dimas.

"Don't get angry later if you've gone home to jogja, now you have to hug me, until I'm satisfied", said dimas with a smile.

"Nginep ya", pinta put again.

"No way, I have to go back to Jogja at five o'clock so as not to stay" I replied.

"Try dong said it used to be the same mother, who knows" said dimas trying to persuade me.

Dimas finally relented, after I convinced him and explained to dimas, that tomorrow I should accompany Rani to where she ordered her dress for the marriage contract.

"Judah I'll be anter home, but yes at night" dimas said with a naughty look.

"I take the train, so you're not tired tomorrow" I replied to dimas.

"Udah dong, I don't argue mulu, I have given up, so you have to obey me" said dimas.

"I just don't want you to be tired of dimas" I said gently.

Dimas immediately silenced me with his kiss.

Dimas kissed me, slowly taking off all the clothes that were on my skin.

Then dimas took off his shirt, and threw it to the end of the room.

Dimas is still the same, always full of desire when touching me.

The look in his eyes was still the same, the gaze of eyes that were so wild as to look at my body without clothes.

"You're still mine, aren't you", asked on the sidelines of her touch.

"Yes", I replied gently.

Dimas touched me without caring for any shrill screams that came out of my mouth.

The more I pleaded, the more they touched me wildly.

And when I asked dimas to stop, dimas just gave me a smile on the tip of his lips, then put himself in touch with me.

Dimas was like telling me, that this was a reply because I had already ignored him.

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