Waiting for Love for Me

82 CREATING MEMORIES

For a few days Dimas continued to hold a grudge in his heart, and had not shared it with Alila. Not because he wanted to hide it, but his heart was still unable to be frank with his wife.

He did not want to make Alila sad because of the news he was about to deliver. Moreover, the two of them had just gone through hard times over Alila's perceived loss due to her illness and pregnancy failure. And now, should he add yet another new grief to his beloved woman?

"Dim..."

His wife's call made Dimas flinch in shock as he daydreamed blankly at the work screen before him.

Alila was not unaware of the change in attitude of her husband who often pensive himself when opening job documents on his laptop. He only gave time until Dimas told him himself.

"Yes, Al?"

Dimas closed his laptop and left his desk, then walked up to his wife who was sitting on their couch.

He kissed the top of his wife's head, before laying down his body right next to Alila. Leaning on the back of the sofa, his eyes kept closed thinking of a way to convey the news that inevitably must be immediately known by the wife.

Alila turned off the television she had previously watched alone. Placed a remote beside him, then he turned his body to the side, staring fixedly at the handsome face of his man who was closing his eyes.

Slowly she shifted her sitting position, docked to the body of the husband. He kissed Dimas' cheeks gently and then wrapped his hands around his beloved man's waist. His head fell on Dimas' chest with his eyes closed, permeating the warmth created between them.

Dimas opened his eyes as soon as he felt a warm movement in his body, also on his cheeks. A smile rose on his lips as soon as he found the face of his wife that had been hidden in his chest that was fielded.

"I love you, baby..."

Both hands Dimas has moved to embrace Alila's body tightly accompanied by a kiss on the head of his favorite woman. His heart rippled when at the same time he remembered one thing he had not said to his wife.

(I must say it immediately, so that we can organize and prepare our hearts together.).

"We haven't gathered five for a long time..." Dimas said half muttered but was still quite clearly heard by Alila. Her fingers crept into Alila's hair, then gently combed her over and over again.

"Yes, Dim. Now we're all equally busy, to the point of having a hard time putting together a meeting time." At times Alila's lips kissed the chest of her husband who was still covered in the t-shirt he was wearing.

"When is Sandy coming home?"

"Said Nayla this week she's coming home. If for his duty outside the city, there are still a few months left."

Although they rarely meet, Alila and Nayla still often exchange news through short messages or video calls. Because they are both married, they often tell stories about their early experiences of marriage.

More precisely, Nayla who always shared the story, because Alila always be closed when it comes to her personal problems, just like Dimas.

"Why are you suddenly asking about them?" Alila raised her head upwards and looked at Dimas' serious-looking face.

The man took a heavy breath and threw it away quickly. His head lowered, gently kissing Alila's forehead with an erratic feeling. Both of his eyeballs stared deeply at the pair of beautiful eyes belonging to his beloved woman.

"Because we're gonna be like them, Al."

That slender body instantly hugged him even tighter without any bulkhead. His chest felt increasingly tight and no longer held back his fear. His bated breath was unable to stop him even slowly.

Alila felt her chest pounding so hard like it was being hit by a huge hammer hammer. Both of his hands by themselves gripped Dimas' body getting tighter along with his heartbeat that was pounding fast and felt very strong.

"What do you mean, Dim? Are you...." Alila pulled her body from Dimas' embrace. She looked at the sad face of her husband who was also looking at her with such a sweet look.

"Yes, Al. I have to go for a while."

"There are problems with our latest project in some areas. And our team as the person in charge of the project was asked by the branch leadership to immediately complete it without additional grace time. The project must be completed on time as planned."

Alila again scattered into the arms of Dimas who immediately embraced his body with warmth covered with anxiety.

"I won't be long, Al. The project is halfway done and we have to finish it at the target time."

"I'm not worried about the project. I was thinking of you, Al."

(How can I leave you here alone, Al? Who will take care of you?)

Imagine that Dimas was reluctant. Moreover, Alila, she was more unprepared with the situation she had to face. But now, inevitably the two of them should be able to accept it.

"When are you leaving, Dim?" Alila's voice trembled as she asked. He held back the crying that was already getting stifling his chest.

(It will be very difficult for me to go through the days without you again, Dim. Especially now that we are united and together.).

Dimas could feel the vibration of the wife's voice that cut his heart. There was nothing she could do but continue to tighten her arms and provide warmth to calm Alila down.

"Next week, Al. But the time is not yet certain, can go ahead or back off the schedule. For now we are still monitoring the resolution of the problem from here. After overcoming the main obstacle, then we will go directly to monitor the field marathon from one region to another."

Alila squeezed out her tears on the chest of her husband's field. He can't hold it anymore. He let go of all the feelings he had been holding in his heart and made his chest even more claustrophobic by the mixed feelings into an immeasurable sadness.

Dimas also dissolved in the sobs of Alila who was no longer unstoppable. His tears poured out soaking all the beautiful face of the man.

Long enough they shed each other sobs and tears until tired approached. They still remain in the most comfortable position, hug each other and hold tightly the body of their partner.

Dimas sat up straight after stretching out their embrace. Both of his hands cupped Alila's face in order to keep looking at her and not turn the other way, then slowly began to wipe away the remaining tears on the beautiful face of the wife with her fingers.

"We better take advantage of the time we have to create as many wonderful memories as possible, Al. So that when we are far apart, we can remember all those memories as an antidote to longing."

Dimas kissed Alila's forehead gently, then went down on both of her beautiful eyelids, then turned to the right and left cheeks, the tip of the nose and lastly on the tiny and ripe lips that had been flirting with her desire.

"Forget it all, Al. Let's just enjoy our time together like this..."

Dimas fused their lips with all the flavor, sharing the warmth in the friendly kiss that they started out slowly and gently, the longer it got deeper and wetter, continuing with a sigh that began to sound seductive, until they begin to run out of breath because of the pursuit of pleasure that continues to peak full of passion.

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