Waiting for Love for Me

01 NIGHTS TOGETHER

"Horee, graduated college too.." Sandy.

"Yesss, strata one reached already.." Reply Nayla.

"Happy, the delivery of this toga.." Answer Tama.

"Pretty proud to be a scholar.." Dimas.

"Finally, we can graduate together.." Alila.

A aura of happiness still emanated on the faces of the five companions. Four years of struggle, they were finally able to finish college together.

Yes, the five of them have been friends since the beginning of college. Although their personalities are not the same, but time has proven that love and mutual respect between them can unite all the differences that exist in each of them.

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Sandy

A mature brown-skinned man with a sweet face who likes to talk about things and tends to be smitten, but very attentive to his lover Nayla. They were in love after two years of college. Friends become love, that's what happens in their relationship.

Nayla

Beautiful petite woman who is always adorable because of her funny behavior and innocence. A lover who is loved and protected by Sandy. After graduating from college, the two of them planned to get married.

Tama

The most normal guy among the rest. His attitude is like a chameleon, can adjust the situation. She falls into the category of women's targets, but is very difficult to conquer. His heart had been tethered to the one person he loved in silence. She loves her best friend, Alila. But he chose to keep his feelings close because he did not want to accept rejection and lost his friendship with Alila.

Dimpled

A handsome man who is chasing women but his heart has never been touched by his women. He is considered a playboy who never seriously established a relationship. Among others, she was the closest, most caring and very affectionate of Alila. If anyone interfered or approached Alila, she was the first one to protect her. In fact many think Alila is the true love of a Dimas.

Alila

A beautiful woman who became the idol of Adam. He is a little quiet and always secretive about his personal problems. Many tried to approach him but he always dodged and refused. In his heart was a name he loved very much. One name that always makes him happy even though for four years he has not been able to have it. A name he always spoke in his silence in every prayer. That name is Dimas.

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Alila was still staring at Dimas who was tidying up his shirt. As usual, he always looks handsome even if only wearing a light blue shirt combined with jeans dongker color.

Dimas began to fold his shirt arms to three quarters. When going to move to the other shirt sleeve, Alila pulled her hand and helped fold it to align the left and right.

Dimas only smiled watching Alila's skillful hand fold the sleeves of his shirt.

"You're like a wife preparing her husband for work, Al." It was Dimas who made Alila smile as well.

"Didn't I have been your wife for a long time? Because I'm the one who's perfecting your appearance at all times like this." Alila looked at Dimas who was still smiling towards her.

"Did your boyfriend do this a lot, Dim?"

"I never let it."

"Why?"

"Because you've always done it for me."

"Yes, right. She's your lover, surely you won't let her do such an unimportant thing."

"It's not like that, Al. I just don't feel comfortable if he did it."

"Why?"

"Because I'm used to you, Al."

(I'm happy to hear that, Dim.)

"It's done. Let's go, Dim."

Alila releases Dimas' hand. But Dimas pulled his hand. For a moment his heart was beating.

"What's wrong?" Ask Alila.

"Thank you, Al." Dimas widened his smile.

(It feels like I'm flying high up in the air, Dim.)

"Since when have you had a word of thanks for me?"

"Since this moment." Answer Dimas calmly.

Alila quiet. He grabbed his bag and started to step his foot out of the terrace.

"I.."

Dimas' voice stopped his steps.

He looked back. It turned out that Dimas had still not switched from where he was standing earlier.

"What else is it?"

"Other times wear a longer dress and not too tight."

Alila surprised.

"Why my clothes?" Ask.

He's watching himself. He wears a simple navy dress limited to the knee with the bottom slightly widened so that it can facilitate his steps. It's just that, the dress is indeed attached tightly to his body so that it shows enough curves.

"I don't want your body to be the center of attention of the men there later."

"Wait a minute."

Alila walked quickly back to her room. He changed his clothes according to Dimas.

Now she is wearing a midi dress with arms along the elbows, still as navy as before, with a model of wrinkles encircling the waist so that the top and bottom look quite loose.

"Let's go, Dim." Take Alila and just pass Dimas.

Dimas smiled in satisfaction after noticing Alila's changed appearance.

He immediately followed Alila into his car.

(Thank you for listening to me, Al.)

Tonight they will go to a farewell event held by their faculty in a cafe.

"We're going to pick up Tama first, Dim?"

"No, he said he was going alone."

Dimas is still focused on driving his car. He did not pay attention to Alila. As usual.

"Looks like you, Al." Dimas did not turn his head in the slightest towards Alila.

"Did he tell you?" Ask Alila.

"No. It's been a long time since I've seen him steal your eyes secretly."

"Didn't you do that to me a lot, Dim?" Goda Alila's.

"Never. Why do I do it secretly? If I want to look at you, I look at you. I don't need to hide."

(It's you, Dim. Always be indifferent and whatever.)

"Are you jealous?"

"Who with? A tama? Why am I jealous.."

"So you talked about him."

"What should I be jealous of him, Al? I've been closer to you than he has been. I'm with you more often than she is."

"It turns out you feel it too, Dim."

"What?"

"You have been closest to me."

"That's the truth, Al. Should I deny it?"

"Yes yes.." Alila gave up if it was like this.

"If Tama really likes me, do you allow it?" Alila again.

"Not going to."

"Why?"

"Because he's no better than me. If anyone can take care of you and treat you better than me, then I'll consider."

(For me, you're the best, Dim.)

Dimas took a long breath. It was not usual for him to feel his body this sultry while talking to Alila. Even though the AC temperature in the car is quite cold.

(What's wrong with me?)

Alila silently watched Dimas who was still focusing on driving. Just this time he felt every word Dimas was like coming out of his heart.

(Are you starting to feel it, Dim?)

Dimas' car was parked outside the cafe. The two of them got out of the car and immediately headed into the cafe which was already quite crowded.

Just two steps along, Dimas pulled Alila's hand and held it. Alila looked at Dimas who kept walking quietly without turning her head in the least.

"Don't look at me like that, Al."

"Why should we join hands like this? Like Sandy and Nayla."

"Shut up, Al."

(I don't like the beautiful eyes of those men staring at you, Al.)

Dimas continued to tightly grip Alila's hand with his eyes shining sharply at the crowd of men who had been watching Alila.

"Take a look at your eyes!" Gertak Dimas as they walked through the crowd of the men.

Alila just realized everything. He looked back at Dimas in disbelief.

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