Waiting for Love for Me

FIRST 66 A.M

"Al..., you....."

Dimas gulped his saliva at the sight of the unexpected sight before him.

"What's up, Dim?" Alila was still half sleepy and only noticed Dimas.

"Al.., your body....."

Dimas is confused to say it because he himself is now holding himself who has begun to be affected by the spontaneity of his wife.

"Why my body...?" Alila did not understand either and just looked towards her own body.

(God! Why I forgot it.).

Instantly he jumped up and quickly pulled out a blanket to cover his entire body. She completely forgot that last night she and her husband slept without having time to put their clothes back on.

"Ma-Sorry, Dim. I forget.. I'm..."

After wrapping her body in a blanket, Alila raised her head and looked at Dimas, but now she was the one who was made shocked by the apparition before her.

"The....."

Alila covered her face with the edge of the blanket she was still holding, making Dimas look at her with a view that was still shadowed by the plain body of his wife earlier.

"What's wrong with you, Al?"

"That's.., you...." Aahh, Alila has trouble finding the right word to tell her husband.

A few seconds later Dimas regained consciousness and was shocked to see the blanket covering Alila's body. If Alila's wearing that blanket, it means she's...

Dimas looked down and looked at himself. He found himself lying without any cover on his body anymore.

(Huh? Why turn to me?)

Dimas immediately sat down and took a pillow next to him to cover his lower body that had shown his reaction perfectly.

"I've covered up, Al." Dimas said he was trying to calm down.

Alila kept her face hidden. He was embarrassed because of his shame. Shame on her husband. One more call from Dimas made her raise her head and ventured to look at her husband.

Despite sitting close together, they were still equally awkward with each other so they fell silent and just stared at each other wordlessly. Until finally Alila began to shuffle to the edge of the bed and had lowered her legs to the floor.

Seeing Alila move away from him, Dimas' hand quickly grabbed Alila's body which was still wrapped in a blanket and hugged her from behind.

"Don't go, Al." Lirih.

Alila fell silent in her place. His body warmed up, not because of the blanket that wrapped him, but because of the hold of Dimas' hands on his body.

"I'm gonna take my shirt..." Alila looked at her clothes lying on the floor, not far from her feet.

"Stay here..." Pinta Dimas with her voice.

Alila was silent and felt Dimas grabbing her tighter. The man's head rested on his right shoulder until his breath felt so tight that it swept through the skin of his wife's neck and stretched all over her body.

"Dim..."

Alila closed her eyes as she felt a warm kiss on her already open shoulder. Without him noticing, Dimas had lowered the blanket to the upper limit of his chest, so he freely kissed his neck, shoulders and upper back.

"Ali....."

Dimas mentioned his wife's name on the sidelines of his unrelenting kiss. He had dissolved in his desire to go back up and take control of himself.

No different than Alila. The touch that Dimas gave him also made him unable to hold back anymore. His body was initially stiff because of nervousness, over time began to weaken and give up resigned.

Their first morning before dawn, began with the union of two bodies into one accompanied by a sigh of groaning and strangulation restrained from both.

For the second time they combine love in the room which bears witness to the beginning of their new life as a married couple.

A life together to always share and complement each other in all situations. A life that will be filled with colorful atmosphere, alternately filling the days that will be forever passed together.

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Out of the bathroom, Dimas saw that his clothes had been prepared by Alila on the bed. Meanwhile, the wife had chosen to take a bath and change clothes in the bathroom because she was still ashamed of her husband.

Dimas wore his clothes one by one while searching for Alila's whereabouts which were invisible to him. When going out of the room to look for him, the wife had entered carrying two cups of hot drinks and placed them on the table.

"Come, Al. We congregate first. It's five." It's five." Take Dimas who was immediately followed by Alila to a special place beside the room door.

After finishing ten minutes later, Alila walked slowly to open the balcony door. Instantly cool and fresh air in the morning burst into the room.

Alila walked towards the balcony fence while breathing the freshness of the morning air that immediately filled her body cavity. The cold air was still very pronounced on the surface of Alila's skin standing under the sky which was still quite dark.

"I love you, baby..."

Suddenly Dimas had caught up with him and grabbed his body with a close embrace from behind with his head propped up over Alila's shoulder. A kiss on Alila's right cheek warmed her whole body.

Alila smiled looking at the burly hand that was tightly wrapped around her chest. She folded her hands and put them together on her husband's arms.

"I love you too, Dim..." Alila turned to the side and gave the same kiss on Dimas' left cheek.

The first morning was perfect. After starting with the unification of the body on the bed, now they welcome the arrival of sunlight with hugs and warm kisses while looking at the sky which began to show beautiful golden tinge.

"I'm so happy, Al."

"I'm also very happy, Dim."

Dimas let go of his arms and then turned the position of Alila's body so that they stood face to face, staring at each other with a smile that never escaped from the lips of both.

Their hands encircle each other's waist with a body that is increasingly warm.

"We should both always be happy, Al." They both closed their eyes.

Dimas kissed Alila's forehead accompanied by a long prayer in his heart, hoping that kindness and happiness would always accompany their household life. Alila permeated her husband's kiss and chanted the same prayer in her heart.

"A little while, Al. I want to hug you first."

Dimas carried Alila's head leaning over her chest. He kissed the top of his wife's head with sincerity. His hand gently rubbed the long hair that was still half wet and tightened his embrace.

Alila reciprocated Dimas' embrace by securing his headrest until he could clearly hear the heartbeat of his heart. Regular cracks even though it felt quite hard in Alila's ears that stuck tightly to her husband's chest.

After the sky began to get brighter, Dimas invited Alila inside and sat on a small sofa in their room, enjoying the hot chocolate that had become warm and ready for them to spend together.

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"We should've ordered breakfast, Al. You don't have to cook early in the morning like this."

Dimas accompanied beside Alila, helping her prepare a simple breakfast for the two of them.

"Because it's our first morning, I want to learn to serve you as well as a wife, Dim."

Dimas's heart burst out at Alila's words which made him move closer and release a kiss on the forehead next to his wife.

"Since long ago you have served me well, Al. And I'm used to you."

Alila smiled at Dimas and continued with her vegetable. Dimas helped fill the vegetables his wife had prepared, then washed them thoroughly and poured them into a pot containing boiling seasoning sauce.

A romantic co-cooking event for them. No need for a luxurious menu or a lot of variety, because their togetherness and love that makes everything feel more delicious and grateful.

While waiting for the vegetables to ripen, Alila switched to frying the side dish. Dimas had lit the other stove and put a pan on it and poured enough cooking oil.

Dimas hugged his wife affectionately and tidied up the strands of hair that slipped from the clasps he was wearing. Alila looked at him again then kissed him on the cheek quickly before his attention returned to the several pieces of chicken he had put into the frying pan one by one.

After thirty minutes of both preparing breakfast, everything finally matured and sat on the table. They sat next to each other to start their first breakfast as husband and wife.

Alila took two plates for herself and her husband, but Dimas immediately returned one plate to its original place.

"Al, I want our habit all this time we keep doing every time we eat together at home. I don't want to lose the beautiful things that we've been doing both this whole time."

Dimas asked earnestly to make Alila moved and nodded her head. He immediately took the rice and vegetables and side dishes, equipped with a spoon for them to use both. Then happily they began to eat breakfast from the same plate in turn. Sometimes they feed each other with loving eyes.

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In the afternoon, Dimas and Alila sat together on the living room sofa. Dimas still receives a call from Darma, while Alila waits for him while turning on the television and choosing a culinary show at one of his stations.

"The next day we're leaving, Al." Dimas said as he put his phone on the table. His hands had already switched to hug his wife's body.

They both got a gift from Darma and Indira in the form of a honeymoon to a private villa in Bali, owned by one of Darma's friends.

"Yes, Dim. How many days are we there?"

"Three days, Al. So after coming home later we still have a few days to rest at home before entering work again."

Alila leaned her head against the chest of Dimas' field, her most comfortable place whenever she appeared to hug her husband. One hand moved slowly playing his fingers over Dimas' body.

"Tomorrow I'll prepare our suitcases, Dim."

"I'll help you, baby..." Dimas said right above Alila's head he had just kissed.

He turned off the television with the remote beside Alila, then slowly laid the woman's body on the sofa.

"Dim, what are you doing...?" Alila was shocked and started pounding.

Still in a sitting position, Dimas bent his body following the position of Alila's body. His left hand rested on the elbow beside Alila so that his face and right hand freely moved over Alila's body without overlapping her.

"I just wanted to kiss you, Al. Let me enjoy our kiss again..." He pulled away the hair covering his beloved wife's face and stared fixedly at Alila's lips.

Dimas loved their kisses and always wanted to do it. Maybe because all this time he had been so strong to hold it in, that when he had tasted its favor, he could no longer hold himself back from continuing to want it.

Alila complies with her husband's wishes. After all, she also liked and enjoyed their kiss which was both a first experience. And since last night, their lips have become a passion for each other.

With her chest pounding even harder, Alila received a kiss after a kiss given by her husband. His hands moved to Dimas's shoulders and gradually began to fuse around the man's neck, making Dimas more and more freely control Alila's ranum lips with his lips.

Starting from the kiss after the kiss, in the end Dimas and Alila getting late in a long kiss that wants each other, ask each other and share to enjoy it together without anyone wanting to end it.

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