SPD (Daster Seller Sale)
29. Considered a Sister

Toyib had finished his bath, the man buttoned his shirt, getting ready to go on a tour.

"Dim, you're not leaving?"toyib asked who saw Dimas still wearing shorts and a tee shirt. But despite dressing modestly like that, Dimas still looks handsome.

"I'll wait for Ayana to get up first. If he's okay, I'm leaving. I'm still worried about her, "that Dimas who doesn't feel calm yet if he doesn't know how Ayana is after waking up. While Dimas did not have the heart if he had to wake Ayana.

"You knew? Tresno jalaran soko kulino, love comes from getting used to it. Love also comes from compassion. Don't don't don't you've fallen in love with Ayana, "guess Toyib.

"Think you're a distance. Do not go far, later say hard to loud,"sahut Dimas.

"I'm a kid who likes to play all the way from home? I just feel like you guys are so close" Toyib said.

"Our age is much different, I just think of her as my own sister" Dimas said, shaking his head. No way, does the twenty-seven-year-old like the eighteen-year-old Ayana? But... Who know? (Who knows?).

"Yes, yes, sister. Brother met big, "so Toyib then laughed,"You know what? The Javanese call his wife and sister" continued Toyib.

"Oh, yes, yesterday you were told to go home impromptu what's wrong?"tanya Dimas switched the conversation.

"I was betrothed to a girl who was still one village with us" Toyib said with a smile on his lips.

"Girl? Yummy dong! Already the widower still got the girl,"stained Dimas.

"The cover is a girl, but I don't know what it is" Toyib said.

"meaning?"asked Dimas while frowning his forehead.

"Well, know for yourself now. If the girl was a virgin. But now, girls aren't necessarily virgins. Even though the village girl is not necessarily plain. But I am, no problem. I am no longer a virgin either. Get the original yes, Alhamdulillah, get a second yes, thank you. The important thing is that he can be a good mother and wife. That's enough" Toyib said.

Yeah, too, anyway. But, then your judgment, why should you choose a future wife from your hometown? In a match again," asked Dimas.

"The words of my parents, if one village, a little more already know how its nature and also its daily life," said Toyib.

"Yes too, anyway! Is your wife who used to not be in the village with you?"ask Dimas.

"No. He's from the village next door to mine, "sahut Toyib.

"Which beauty is the same now?"tanya Dimas who became like an ink coolie who would write a biography of his source.

"Beauty what used to be. But do what is beautiful if it makes heartache. As pretty as anything will be wrinkles too. Yes, although not hypocritical, if ugly, embarrassed to want to hold his time," Toyib said then chuckled.

"Basic!"dimas said head bobbles.

"Even though having a beautiful wife will not be able to fix the contents of the wallet and tend to drain the contents of the wallet, but at least can fix the offspring" Toyib said while grinning,"Yes, I've left first,"pamit Toyib later.

"OKAY. Be careful!"said Dimas.

"If you don't leave, it's me. Let if there is something you want to charge I can charge," Toyib said again.

"OKAY. Thanks,"sahut Dimas.

"Oh yes, yesterday the wound on Ayana's leg was a bit deep. Maybe Ayana will have a hard time walking" Toyib said.

"hum. Thanks," said Dimas again.

Inside the room, Ayana woke up, and slowly opened her eyes. Several times blinked his eyes because he felt glare with light entering his retina. Ayana got out of bed, intending to go to the bathroom.

"Aw!"ayana screams because when standing suddenly her legs hurt, until Ayana again sat in bed. Dimas who heard Ayana's voice rushed to Ayana's room.

"Yes!"call Dimas to open the door to Ayana's room, which used to be her room, "Why are you?"dimas asked as he approached Ayana who grimaced with pain.

"My feet hurt, sister," said Ayana, still grimacing in pain.

"Are you going to the bathroom?"tanya Dimas while checking Ayana's legs. Afraid that Ayana's legs will bleed again.

During this time Ayana has never been close to a man other than Dimas and Pak Parman. Even with papa and her siblings rarely interact. And maybe because Dimas' mature and caring attitude made Ayana feel comfortable with Dimas. Not to mention Dimas was the one who had saved himself. Respect and admiration were embedded in Ayana's heart. Ayana realizes that she likes Dimas every day. But I dare not love him. Their vastly different ages and Dimas' attitude of treating her like a sister makes Ayana dare not expect Dimas to love her.

"I'll take you to the bathroom" said Dimas directly carrying Ayana,"Do you want to take a shower?"ask Dimas.

"Hum,"sahut Ayana put her hand on Dimas' neck. Staring at the handsome face of Dimas, making his heart beat fast. Why now he even likes the man who is often made fun of as SPd, the salesman of this negligee? It may be true people say, don't hate too much, later love.

"I'll get you your clothes. I'll hang it in the door handle. When you're done, call me" Dimas said, lowering Ayana in the bathroom.

"Hum," said Ayana, again just cleared her throat.

Dimas left Ayana in the bathroom, then took Ayana's clothes complete with her underwear.

"I'm glad I didn't go to work. I'll ask Toyib to charge some of my customers" muttered Dimas then sent a message to Toyib to take an installment of clothes to some of his consumers.

"Dimas Sack!"call Ayana from inside the bathroom making Dimas rush to go to the bathroom.

"Is it done?"tanya Dimas, standing in front of the bathroom door.

"Yes,"sahut Ayana.

"I'm in, huh?"ask Dimas again.

"Yes,"sahut Ayana.

Dimas went into the bathroom and carried Ayana back to her room. Sit Ayana on the bed.

"Your wounds are wet, huh?"ask Dimas.

"Yes,"sahut Ayana.

"It shouldn't get wet" muttered Dimas looking at Ayana's feet.

"Where should I take a bath, brother, if my feet should not get wet?"ask Ayana.

"Yes too, anyway. Let me change the bandages, all of you treat it," Dimas said then took the medicine box, "The wound is quite deep. Don't be so fierce with Toyib! Yesterday he treated your leg. He also buys you snacks a lot, right? He loves you as much as I love you. We think of you as our own sister. So don't be too fierce to her" Dimas said while treating and replacing the bandages on Ayana's wounds.

"Finally bang Toyib likes slovenly, anyway,"sahut Ayana turned her face because her eyes were glazed. Somehow I cried when I heard Dimas say he was considered to be Dimas' sister. Unfortunately, his fucking tears couldn't be compromised. The grains of clear crystals fell down without being able to hold it.

"Why are you crying? Do your legs hurt?"ask Dimas who just finished dressing Ayana's wound. Being worried while staring at Ayana's face that was already soaked by tears.

"I'm just overwhelmed. Even my older sister never cared for me" Ayana said, wiping away her tears.

"Oh, don't cry! I don't like to see you cry" Dimas said, holding Ayana in his arms and stroking her head. But it made Ayana cry even more.

Dimas still stroked Ayana's head gently. Until a while later the cry of Ayana subsided. Dimas stretched out his arms and then wiped away Ayana's tears with both fingers of her thumb. And tidied up Ayana's hair that covered Ayana's face.

"I'd rather see you scolding Toyib than see you crying" Dimas said stroking Ayana's head gently, "You must be hungry, right? I'll get you breakfast" Dimas said, then exited the room.

Ayana looked at the back of Dimas who disappeared behind the door with a sad look. Can only stare without being able to stand. You can only love without being able to have. It is true that Ayana cried because she was moved to be considered a sister by Toyib and Dimas. At once it was sad that Dimas only considered himself a younger brother, nothing more.

...🌟"Love is simple if two hearts love each other."🌟...

..."Nana October 17th"...

...🌸❤️🌸...

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To be continued