Waiting for Love for Me

25 FEAR OF ANGER

"Alila, mom, get Dimas."

"Take care of him and love him with your heart. Encourage him to no longer feel lonely here. Mama trusts you."

Alila was so moved to hear Dimas's mother's request to him. He felt like he was dealing with his own mother. The figure of a gentle hearted woman who was very warm and affectionate.

"Yes, Aunt. I will always try to be with him and be with him. Although actually, it was Dimas who had been guarding and protecting me all this time."

"It's supposed to be Dimas to guard and protect you like that, Al. He's a man, he's in charge of you." Sahut Indira's.

Alila timidly told me about their daily life so far. With a flushed face she kept telling how attentive and affection Dimas had given her.

I don't know why he started to feel comfortable between them.

"Is his attitude really that sweet on you? Hmm.., I feel like you're getting jealous of you..." Mama Dimas teases Alila.

Just as the atmosphere warmed, Dimas suddenly stood in front of the room door. He did not willingly linger to let Alila inside without him. She was afraid that Alila still felt awkward and uncomfortable being in one room only with her mother and sister-in-law.

"Haduhh.., this is a child. Just a moment left Alila, already can not stand and look for him."

Mom stood up and walked out of the room. He stopped next to Dimas.

"Take Alila out. Mama wants to pack things first."

After that mama Dimas continued his steps towards the room.

"I.."

Dimas looked at Alila and signaled a hand to take her out of the room.

"Sir Indi, I live first."

"Yes, Al. Please."

Alila kissed Sekar's puffed cheeks before she stood up and stepped closer to Dimas who involuntarily smiled when she saw Alila kissing her niece earlier.

(I also want to get a kiss from you like that, Al.)

"Dim.."

Alila's voice breaks Dimas' daydream. He noticed Alila's look on her face, making sure her boyfriend was okay.

He took Alila by the hand and invited her to sit in the living room. While passing through the living room, Alila had not seen Papa Dimas and Darma.

"Om and Brother Darma where are you, Dim?"

"Sister Darma is setting up the car in the garage. Papa's been walking around, haven't seen a neighbor here in a long time."

Dimas sat next to Alila. He looked at the face of his beloved woman deeply.

"Are you okay, Al? Did Indi's mom and sister ask you a lot?"

"I'm fine. But why didn't you tell me yesterday?"

Dimas held Alila's hand and looked into her beautiful female eyes. A look that implies regret.

"Sorry, Al.."

"After we got home from the beach yesterday, they were already home, Al. I didn't know they were coming either."

"I wanted to tell you all night, but I was afraid you would reject my invitation."

Alila smile. He observed the face of Dimas who still looked regretful and looked grim.

"Why face, Dim?"

"I'm afraid you're mad at me."

Alila covered her mouth with one hand as one of her hands was still held by Dimas. She laughed but held him back from chuckling in front of Dimas. But the movement of his hand was followed by the man's eyes.

"Why are you laughing like that, Al?"

"You made me laugh, Dim."

"Me?"

"Your face is funny at times like this.."

"Don't tease me, Al. I'm really scared that you're mad at me."

Alila hurriedly adjusted her breath so as not to laugh anymore. Now he just smiled and clasped Dimas' hand.

"Why should you be afraid? What if I'm mad at you?"

"Seeing you cry just a little I can't stand it, especially if you get angry and won't talk to me, Al. You know, I just want you to always smile and be happy with me."

This time Alila was completely moved by Dimas' words.

"Ehem..! Sorry the ad passed. Let's just say I didn't see your hands."

While the two of them were still in a warm atmosphere, Darma suddenly walked through the living room without looking at Dimas and Alila.

Alila quickly let go of their grasp and immediately retracted her hand. His face was red withstanding embarrassment. While Dimas was only speechless with a flat face, staring at the back of his brother who began to disappear into the middle room.

After Dhuhur, the Dimas family was ready to go back out of town. Dimas helps Darma put all the suitcases and bags into the trunk. While the bag and baby toys Sekar put in the car.

Time to say goodbye. Alila precedes Dimas, he kisses the hands of papa and mama Dimas, then shakes hands with Darma and Indira. Last he kissed with a second squishy cheek puffing baby Sekar.

"Alila, same with Dimas. Don't like to fight. Talk about everything well." Papa said as he rubbed Alila's head.

"Yes, Om."

"The company of Dimas yes, son. Remind me of five times too." Mama hugged Alila warmly.

"Yes, Aunt. As far as I know, Dimas has been diligent, never stayed his prayer."

"Titip my weird sister huh, Al. Be patient when facing him. If the talk is still stingy, just hit it later also he yelled." Darma glanced at Dimas who was already staring at him sharply.

"Yes, brother." Alila held back her laughter because Dimas had already put on a cold face.

"If it's a good fit, the quarry is married, Al. Let's have your own funny and cute like this Sekar."

Except Dimas, everyone smiled at Indira's words that made Alila blush and then diverted her attention by kissing Sekar's baby who laughed amusedly because of it.

Then Dimas drove everything into the car one by one. She kissed the hands of her mom and dad, greeted Indira and kissed baby Sekar's forehead while rubbing his tiny head, last cuddling with Darma.

"Jaga well girls people. Don't be impaled and don't make you cry."

Darma patted his sister's shoulder a few times. Replied Dimas with a nod of his head and a faint smile.

"Work sincerely, honestly and trustfully, Dim." Papa Dimas sat in front, accompanying Darma who was in control of the car.

Mama Dimas and Indira are also baby Sekar sitting in the middle seat together.

"It's fine here, son. Take care of your health." Mama kissed her youngest son's forehead before getting into the car, followed by Indira and baby Sekar.

"Dadaaa Om Dimas, just go home first.." Indira holds baby Sekar facing Dimas making the man smile broadly at the laughter of his nephew.

After everything was ready, the car began to drive slowly leaving the Dimas yard. After being unseen again, Dimas invites Alila back into the house.

Alila cleaned some dirty glasses that were still left on the table. He took her to the kitchen and immediately prepared to wash her.

With one arm resting on the kitchen door, Dimas continued to observe Alila who was busy in the kitchen until he was unaware of her presence there.

His gaze could not be separated from the beautiful face of his woman who in between her busyness, occasionally his hands flicked the hair that covered his gaze when washing glasses.

Dimas walked slowly towards Alila and stopped right beside her. Alila caught a glimpse of him then continued her work.

The deg..! Suddenly he was shocked and felt his heart rustle gently as Dimas' hand moved to pull his unraveling hair forward and then in a gentle motion immediately tucked behind his ear.

When Alila wanted to finish her job, Dimas helped her, dried the glass she had washed and put it in place, so that everything would be finished sooner.

Alila turned around to walk out of the kitchen but Dimas held back his steps.

"I'm going to the living room, Dim."

Alila tried to let go of Dimas' hand grip, but the man pulled her back and turned her around.

"I..."

The pair of eyes of the man stared at him fixedly. Alila, who had originally averted her eyes, started to return Dimas's eyes.

"Do you feel happy? Emm., I mean meet my family.."

"So you said you were afraid I was angry, but now you're asking me whether I'm happy or not.."

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