Waiting for Love for Me

2.5. INTERNS - PART 1

Dimas's phone rang. There was a phone call coming in, while Dimas was still cleaning himself in the bathroom.

Alila checked her husband's cell phone on the table and found the caller's contact with a name that was still unfamiliar to her.

"Dea?" Alila read it out loud.

(Who is he? Why didn't Dimas tell me?)

"Darling, just take the phone!" Dimas's voice came from the bathroom.

"Yes, Dim. I'll take it," replied Alila before sliding the green button to accept it representing the husband.

"Hello, Mas Dimas?"

Alila was surprised to hear a soft voice coming from across. Impressed to be centile or indeed deliberately made to be centile. Alila started to pout.

"Dimas is taking a shower. Sorry, who's this with?"

"I'm Dea, Mas Dimas' new assistant. You're Mas Dimas' wife, aren't you?"

Alila widened her eyes, not believing her hearing. Me? Ye? Did he not hear wrong?

He did not have time to answer, a pair of Dimas hands were already coiled around his waist. The now very spoiled man was still bare-chested with a towel draped around his neck.

While kissing his wife's cheek, Dimas finds out who called him. He pulled Alila's hand which was still holding her phone in the right ear.

Not wanting to take over the device, Dimas simply read the name of the contact on the screen while turning on the loudspeaker so they could listen together.

Alila sighed with her face still pouting, making her husband hold a smile behind her.

"She's an apprentice, just yesterday began to be assigned to accompany me," whispered Dimas very softly right in his wife's ear hole until Alila held her breath and wriggled amusedly.

"What do I need with my husband?" Alila did not like the style of speech of the pretentious woman.

"I want to return the flash belonging to Mas Dimas that I borrowed to move some of the data I need for my report. But Mas Dimas has already come home," Dea replied still with a voice paddling him.

Alila brought Dimas' phone closer to the man's lips so he could answer. The man kissed his wife on the cheek before answering Dea.

"Dea, it's me" said Dimas, who was immediately rejected by the woman.

"Mas Dimas, where do I drive the flash to? Here I just want to go home, I'll take you, Mas ...."

Once again Alila rounded her pair of beautiful eyes as soon as she heard Dea speak in her casual style.

Dimas who saw her further tightened his embrace from behind while shaking his head so that it splashed water droplets from her wet hair onto the beautiful face of Alila.

"Not to deliver now. Tomorrow you'll just put it on my desk."

"But, Mas ...."

"I've got a copy of it on my laptop."

"Oh so .. yes already Mas, see you tomorrow morning at the office. Oh, my God, Mas Dimas!" The woman finally closed her call.

Alila put Dimas' phone on the table and let go of her husband's embrace. But Dimas clutched it again, tighter.

"I love it when you're jealous, baby."

"I'm not jealous" Alila said, turning to Dimas and greeted him with a short kiss on her lips.

Alila was not tempted, she pulled a towel around her husband's neck and immediately dried Dimas's hair, as well as his body which was again wet from the flow of water from his wet hair.

Usually she would be interested in indulging in the chest area of her husband who had not yet put on that outfit. But this time, she held him back from being still upset because Dimas had not told her about the centile apprentice.

He picked up the t-shirt he had prepared on the bed and quickly put it on Dimas' body. After that he moved away and came out of the room to hang a towel in the back.

Setting up two cups on the table, the man took two teabags and brewed them with hot water in each cup.

Alila, who followed him down, took over the jar of sugar that Dimas had already held and continued to make warm tea for the two of them.

Dimas retreated and shifted to the side, watching his wife's face still bent and avoiding her gaze.

Despite being upset, his beloved woman never forgot her duty as a wife even though it was only small and light things like today.

"Thank you, baby," said Dimas, taking two cups of warm tea that was ready for him to take to the living room, which inevitably followed also by Alila.

They sat next to each other with a cup of drink in their hands. Silence without a sound, just sip and sip the warm tea slowly.

"I'm sorry, because I haven't had time to tell you about Dea. Yesterday afternoon we went straight to the hospital to see my real doctor and when I got home, I still had to check some reports from my teammates."

Trying to explain to Alila as gently as possible, Dimas wanted to avoid the lingering anger of his wife.

Although anxious to see the annoyance and anger of his wife, but Dimas also did not feel at home to linger accepting Alila's silence.

"Why did he say he was your new assistant?" alila asked without looking at her husband.

Dimas put down his cup as well as the cup that Alila was holding, then pulled his wife's body closer to embrace him. Alila simply complied and leaned her head against Dimas's chest, though her heart was not yet relieved by half of her husband's explanation.

"There were several apprentices on my part, and by Mr. Albi had already divided each of his duties. Including Dea who was in charge of helping me with my work during her internship." Dimas explained everything so that Alila would no longer have bad thoughts.

"Maybe that's why he calls himself an assistant. He felt proud to be able to help one of the head of the field in one of the divisions of a large company."

"Aren't you the same as Dea? Always tell me about the good male employees who became your mentor during the internship. Always saying he's friendly and always helping you finish your assignments and reports."

Alila smiled shyly at Dimas. Apparently the man still remembered their old apprenticeship.

"Did you feel jealous at that time?" alila asked, raising her face to look at her husband.

Dimas lowered his head back to his wife's eyes which began to soften as usual. He shook his head.

"No. I'm just tired of hearing you keep telling me about him every day for almost a semester of our lectures." Just like Alila, Dimas also dodged by saying something else he remembered.

Alila smiled at her husband. His frustration was gone, his momentary jealousy had also changed with relief in his heart.

The man kissed his wife's forehead warmly and lovingly.

"You're the only woman I love, Al. There will forever be no one who can take your full place as queen in my heart. Remember that always."

Alila nodded amidst the happiness that regained control of her heart and soul.

"I love you too, Dim."

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