Waiting for Love for Me

64 ASKING FOR GIFTS

"Dim, what's going on?"

Alila looked at Dimas who only smiled back at his wife's still clueless eyes. He gently rubbed Alila's head.

"Gift from your husband. Sit down and enjoy it beside me."

An event organizer climbed on top of the lap carrying a long mic stand he placed next to the bridal seat occupied by Dimas and Alila. Another committee followed and handed Dimas an acoustic guitar.

They arranged the position of the mic pole to align with the body of Dimas who sat to the right of Alila and so as not to disturb the view of the guests who saw it from below. The guitar has also been connected to an electric current so that its volume can compensate for the sound of Dimas.

"During this time, does anyone know if he can play guitar?" Sandy asked Tama and his wife Nayla, who answered with a headband. While Dara Nadia who is not familiar with Dimas just quietly listen.

As with Alila, the three of them were also unsure of the man's ability because they had never seen Dimas hold any musical instruments before.

"Hopefully he did not do anything shameful..." Tama.

"Just talk she's stingy, how do you want to sing..?!" Nayla innocently doubted Dimas.

In another corner, Darma seemed to open his mouth wide to see the recklessness that his sister would do on the lap.

"My whole life, I've never seen him hold a guitar, let alone heard him sing. Just talking she's just a word like baby Sekar. Then how could he be that brave up ahead?"

Indira who sat beside Darma immediately covered her husband's mouth with her hands.

"If you want to know, just shut up and look, baby..." Indira said.

"Yes, I hope he doesn't break all of our ears..." Darma took the wife's hand out of her mouth and grabbed it.

On top of the guarantee, Dimas was ready to present a gift to Alila. He looked into his wife's beautiful eyes and smiled before starting.

The sound of music and other entertainment has stopped at the request of the event organizers. Now all the attention is on the guarantee, waiting for what Dimas will give to his beloved wife.

Dimas started strumming the guitar on his lap. Then start playing a romantic song. And before long it was clear that his voice was chanting the lyrics of a song that made everyone even more amazed in disbelief.

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You're so perfect

In my eyes you are so beautiful

You make me want to worship you

At every step

I'm thinking about you

I can't imagine my life without your love

Don't you leave me

Cannot face all

Only with you I can

You are my blood

You are my heart

You are my life

Complete myself

Oh my dear, you are...

Perfect...

You hold my hand

When I was weak and fell

You whisper the word and erase all my regrets

Don't you leave me

Cannot face all

Only with you I can

You are my blood

You are my heart

You are my life

Complete myself

Oh my dear, you are...

Perfect...

Don't you leave me

Cannot face all

Only with you I can

You are my blood

You are my heart

You are my life

Complete myself

Oh my dear, you are...

My dear, you are...

Perfect...

Perfectly....

(Perfect - Andra and The Backbone)

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At the end of the song in the last sentence, Dimas stopped his guitar quote and just stared at Alila's two eyeballs fixedly with his left hand grabbing Alila's right hand and kissed her after ending her singing.

"Dim..."

Alila could not speak anymore. His feelings are more than happy. She was deeply moved and flattered by her husband's sweet and romantic offerings.

"Happy birthday, my wife..." Said Dimas after kissing Alila's hand.

Dimas's beautiful and melodious guitar lines, plus his soft-pitched heavy voice, make his performance so alluring and thrilling to anyone who sees him.

The atmosphere inside the building was still silent, as if carried away by the romantic atmosphere created by a pair of newlyweds on their lap.

Until finally, Alano stood up and became the first to clap proudly over what he had just seen.

After Alano started, not long after that the whole room was filled with boisterous applause of the guests accompanied by compliments that were thrown from their mouths.

Dimas and Alila are very happy. And his friends too. None of them would have thought that Dimas had such a great ability but never once did he show it to others.

The show continues. Several guests were still arriving at the end of time, including Olla and Dika, Bayu and Indah, as well as a number of invitations from the offices of Dimas and Alila.

"Congratulations, Dimas and wife. May it be long and happy forever." Mr. Albi's family, Dimas's boss came and congratulated him on the warrant.

"Thank you, sir. Sorry if I'm applying for too long a leave." Dimas replied with a smile that was rarely seen by Mr. Albi when he knew the employee.

"No problem, Dim. The office has agreed to it." Answer Mr. Albi.

For a moment they can talk freely because the guests have started to say goodbye.

"Yes, I just found out that you can play guitar and sing as well as you can. If there's an event at the office, I'll invite you to play there."

"I'm sorry, don't sir. I only do it for my wife." Dimas refused subtly making Alila who was standing next to him smile and return flattered.

"Oh, so. All right, I get it, Dim."

Mr. Albi was amazed by Dimas' attention to his wife. He recalled that during his time in Bandung, Dimas always missed his future wife and always kept quiet in musholla to let go of his longing.

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The whole show ended. Both families returned to their homes to rest. Dimas and Alila came back to the old house not too far from the building. While Darma and Indira accompanied the Indira family who stayed at a hotel near his parents' house.

Arriving at home, everyone immediately cleaned up and carried out the obligations of maghrib together. After that, mom and dad went to the bathroom and rested while waiting for the time.

Dimas pulled Alila's hand slowly, taking his wife into his room. This was the first time Alila had entered Dimas' room. Although he has often come here, but he never entered Dimas's room which is his personal territory.

"I...."

"Yes, Dim?"

They stood face to face behind the door. Dimas brought his body closer to Alila's body and immediately hugged her tightly. Alila wrapped her hands around her husband's waist and leaned her head against Dimas's chest. A warm feeling began to envelop their bodies. The two closed their eyes and enjoyed their embrace.

First hug as a husband and wife. They were dissolved in an immeasurable feeling of happiness. There's no sound. Just silence permeates every sigh that flows through the heart.

Their bodies warmed up with increasingly tight hugs. Heart beats that sound so fast are chasing and earthy with each other in their chests with bodies that are increasingly attached perfectly.

"Al, I'm so happy."

"Me too, Dim."

With eyes still closed, Dimas kissed the top of Alila's head. She rubbed the hair that was still carried away at random the rest of her bridal makeup. His hand then went down and paused for a moment at the back of his neck that was not covered by anything, making Alila's heart rustle smooth. Then the hand went down again and clasped his wife's back.

"Thank you for being my wife. To be my companion with all that I am like this. You're the only one who understands me the most, Al. And now I have you all..."

Alila's head moved slowly still above her husband's chest. He nodded and tightened his embrace.

"Thank you for making my dream come true, Dim. Have you and your love completely. I just want to be with you all my time, only with you..."

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After Isya, the newlyweds say goodbye to Papa Yudhi and Mama Kirana to return to their home. Not much they brought because for one week yesterday Dimas has prepared everything in a new house. Including all his personal needs and his wife's.

Half an hour away, they were already inside the house. Dimas took Alila by the hand and went up to their room upstairs.

"Al, you take a shower first. I'll also take a shower in the back room bathroom."

Alila nodded as she placed her little bag on the dressing table she had just seen today. When I first came here, the dresser was not there yet and Alila also had not had time to ask for it. But Dimas had prepared himself for her.

"Dim..."

"Yes, Al?"

Dimas who was putting his car keys and cell phone on his desk turned his head, waiting for Alila who walked up to him.

"thank you. The dresser is so pretty."

Alila hugged Dimas for a bit and then released him back.

"Beautiful to my wife..." Reply Dimas by kissing Alila's forehead.

Alila blushed and immediately turned her attention by preparing a change of clothes for her and for her husband.

He opened a large closet that already contained their clothes. On the right side contains Dimas's clothes and on the left side is his clothes.

He took a pair of shorts and a tee shirt for Dimas and a home dress for himself and placed it on the bed. His face flushed again as he took his underwear and Dimas's underwear.

(Well, I have to start getting used to it from now on. Even though I'm still ashamed to hold it.).

Alila hurriedly put her underwear and underwear on Dimas, making her husband who had been watching her become anxious because of her behavior.

He hugged Alila from behind and kissed her cheek gently.

"Thank you for getting it ready for me."

Alila held her breath due to the sudden embrace from her husband.

"Y-yes, Dim. It's my duty from now on."

Still feeling nervous, she took Dimas' hand off her waist and immediately handed the towel she had just picked up to Dimas.

"It's your towel. I-I'm gonna take a shower now."

Rushing Alila picked up her clothes and towel then went inside the bathroom, leaving Dimas who was holding back his own smile seeing the nervousness of his wife.

(Wait after we shower, Al. I'll make you no longer avoid.).

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"You want to eat again, Dim?" Alila asked as she saw Dimas following her to the kitchen to make a warm drink.

Dimas shook his head. She was just waiting for Alila who was still stirring her homemade drink.

"This is for you." He continued by offering a cup of warm tea to the husband who stood next to him and invited Dimas to sit in the dining room.

Dimas sat down beside Alila and began to sip his drink, as did his wife. Dimas silently looked at Alila's face from the side. His mind was fixed on something he had wanted so far.

"I..."

Alila turned to look at Dimas as she continued to finish her drink.

"I want to ask for my present now."

"Gift? What gift, Dim?"

"I have fulfilled your request. You didn't forget, did you, our conversation earlier today?"

Alila nodded slowly. She did not forget, but she did not know what her husband was asking for.

"What do you want?"

Dimas placed his cup as well as the cup that Alila held on the table. She pulled Alila's shoulder closer towards him.

And when their faces were close together, he whispered his request in Alila's ear, then smiled waiting for his wife's reaction.

Alila rounded her two beautiful eyes. His entire body stiffened instantly. Her originally pure white face had turned a crimson red after hearing what her husband had asked for.

"I-I..."

"I'm asking for it now, Al..."

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