Chasing you

CHAPTER 58

ONE WEEK PASSED

Second Week

" Morning... "

Arga said as he watched Qirani open his eyes.

Qirani looked at him doubtfully. Arga's face was so close. Somehow, his head was on Arga's arm. And they're also in the same blanket.

" What are you doing ?! "

He quickly pulled away, away.

" Just waiting for you to open your eyes. I want to be the first one you see when you wake up. "

Arga replied with a smile.

Arga woke up and sat on the bed. Moving his arm numb from tingling.

Qirani sat down. Look around and then look towards his own body.

" The roll is on the floor. Purposefully. Relax, I told you, I won't force you. "

Like understanding what happened, Arga gave an explanation.

Qirani seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. Then he got off the bed. Before standing up, he looked back, staring at Arga.

" Don't try again throwing away his bolster ! "

Qirani said fiercely.

" okay... "

Arga replied with a smile.

Third Week

" Morning... "

Arga said, as soon as Qirani opened his eyes.

" You ! "

Qirani immediately edged to a seat, got up from the bed and glared at Arga.

" Great Pegel... Tingling. "

Arga complains while getting out of bed and walking towards the bathroom.

" I told you, don't throw it away ! "

Exclaimed Qirani, while looking at the floor, found a roll lying in origin.

" Oh, yeah... I forget. "

Arga answered without looking.

Fourth Week

" Morning... "

BUUGGGS !!!

" Okay ! "

Arga's good morning greeting was immediately replied by Qirani by hitting him in the face using a pillow.

" I said make it last ! Don't move that roll ! "

Qirani said annoyed half to death.

" Yes... Okay. "

Arga with a cheerful face.

" Beware ! You fuck me like this again, mending sleeping outside ! "

Qirani.

" Okay, Miss Arga... "

Arga said while bowing his head.

Fifth Sunday

Qirani blinked his eyes a few times. Then open it wide. The ceiling of the room is clearly visible in his view.

Mercifully...

She don't...

" So I don't say anything ? "

Eeh...

Qirani turned to his side. Arga was smiling broadly at him with one hand supporting his head, facing towards him.

The bodies of the two were so close and in the same blanket. The flute that Qirani had always placed as the guard of the distance between them, was invisible.

Be stubborn !

Inner Qirani was upset.

Sighing, Qirani woke up from her sleep. And without caring for Arga who was still smiling looking at him, Qirani came down from her bed.

Not angry anymore ?!

No expression of anything ???

Diem is...

Did he give up ?

Does he not have any more problems ?

Arga said in his heart, astonishment.

Qirani stepped into the bathroom. Arga looked at her figure who disappeared from behind the bathroom door in confusion.

Sixth Week

" Morning... "

Sapa Arga so Qirani opened his eyes wide.

Qirani didn't bully him. Just shut up and just get up. And the robot tub that had been set in such a way, Qirani stepped towards the bathroom.

Arga's previously inflated smile greeted Qirani's wake, disappearing.

This time he was being ugly...

Intentionally ?

Or don't care ?

Inner Arga, somewhat disappointed.

Ah, not exciting...

If he doesn't think I exist, so kayak lives with a statue of dong !

Got to find another way, let's have some interaction with him...

Arga looked at Qirani who started entering the bathroom with shaky steps.

Every morning I am torn.

If I keep responding to him, he'll always disturb me in the morning.

What, his big smile, did he think, that way would make me melt ?

I'm not an easy girl to get hooked on just because of something romantic.

Let's see, when are you going to try ?

Inner Qirani, with a small smile on the corner of her lips.

Seventh Sunday

Qirani opened her eyes wide. Staring at the ceiling of his room with a watchful look. Then look at his side carefully.

There is no ?!

Did he give up ?!

Huh, his efforts are really short-sighted.

Just that doang...

Good, so know yourself.

Inner Qirani when found that only he was still in bed.

Then, he got up and looked around the room. Arga doesn't see a nose.

And as usual, he intended to step towards the bathroom. But not until Qirani stepped foot, he was aghast.

On the floor was filled with sprinkles of fresh-looking red roses. Like a flower that has just been picked.

Qirani crouched down, picking up some of the roses. Then I kissed the roses.

What time did he wake up and admit to all this ?

Really try hard...

Inner Qirani.

Smile expands. Feeling so noticed, Qirani looked moved.

Eeittss !!!

Hold still...

Why am I so touched now ?

Not that easy !

Suddenly, his smile disappeared. His face looked serious. And nonchalantly, Qirani headed for the bathroom.

Eighth week

Qirani woke up from his sleep quietly. He moved his eyes around the room. There is no Arga. There were no flowers on the floor.

He also got down from his bed. Walk casually to the bathroom.

Is there nothing ?

Not trying to do it ?

That's all it is ???

Her inner self with a sense of disappointment emanated from her naturally beautiful face, even after waking up.

Lho...

What's in my brain ?

Wish the nothing...

Inner again.

But, Qirani was surprised upon entering the bathroom. On the bathtube, it is full of a wide variety of flowers. Colorful and very fragrant.

Soak in warm water full of flowers...

You can too !

I thought, it's hot.

Apparently, it's still an effort...

Is he really in love with me ?

Qirani was curious, but he no longer wanted to think about it. Enthusiastically, he began to enter the bathtube and enjoy soaking there.

Ninth Week

What is this ?...

Qirani asked in her heart.

He found on the side of his bed a small table with a plate of his favorite hazelnut brownies and a glass of warm chocolate milk, on top.

Qirani pulled his body and approached. A piece of pink paper was tucked into the leg of the milk glass.

Qirani took it and read it in his heart.

Good morning, beautiful.

Don't forget the breakfast...

Love you, Arga

" A new way again... "

Qirani muttered with a small smile on her lips.

While Qirani enjoyed his breakfast happily, it was different from the maniacal looking Arga in his office.

Indra noticed every movement of Arga's movements that could not calm down. Get up a little bit and sit back. Soon, he walked back and forth, and remained as a statue, thinking seriously.

" What the hell is it ? "

Ask Indra at last. Curious.

" How long have I been married ? "

Instead of answering, Arga asked.

" Two months more... "

" Two months more ! Look, I've been married for two months, but Qirani never cared for me ! "

" You mean ? "

" Every day... Every day I try everything I can, let him talk to me. But nothing works ! He remained cold, indifferent, jutek, and as if I didn't exist ! "

" Oh... "

" I'm trying to get his attention, I just want to, he's not so cold. We're married, yes time want to like the statue continues to be so ?! "

" Oh... "

" He doesn't like my greeting, okay. I replaced him with a lot of flowers, every time he woke up, he had no reaction. I tried to make her comfortable while she was taking a shower, still, she had no words of thanks cake, cake smile... Severe... severe ! "

" Oh... "

" This week, I'm ready to eat brownies for breakfast. The cake is always over. But he still won't say a word to me. "

" Mm... "

" I'm going crazy ! My status is married but my life is more than single ! "

" Mm... "

" I'm confused, koq he can ya ngejalani monotonous life so. Wake up, shower, work, go home, shower, sleep. Never once, talk to me. Unless I ask, he just answered. It was also short ! Have a shower ? Hitherto. Have you eaten ? Hitherto. Again, dong asked back. Huh !! "

" Oh... "

" What would you like for a lifetime like that ??? How can I have a child ? "

" Mm... "

" You are this ! Just oh mm oh mm doang ! Give me a solution or something ! "

Arga protested Indra in annoyance.

" odd... Your coffee's cold. Drink first, so your brain is not short. "

Indra said while thrusting a coffee cup belonging to Arga on the desk Arga.

Arga who had been blabbering while pacing back and forth, was now sitting in his work chair. In accordance with the words of Indra, the coffee is no longer hot when she is shaved.

" About Ms. Arga Ekadanta. Who wants to get married first ? "

Indra started the conversation while looking at Arga who was starting to calm down.

" i. "

" Nah... You shouldn't have been angry. This marriage, at all costs, you understand best. And you said you were ready. So then... What do you expect ? You just make yourself feel out of place. "

Indra tries to understand Arga.

What Indra said, made Arga pensive. He began to think about it slowly. Indra. Indra raised one eyebrow while smiling.

" Not really ? "

Ask Indra.

Arga nodded his head slowly. Acknowledging what Indra said is true.

" Qirani, she's different. It is no longer the SMK child that you intimidate directly fear and obey. "

" I don't know what's changed. But judging from his attitude, he was very very very very different. "

Indra stood up and stepped closer to Arga's work chair. Relaxed, he sat on the handle of the chair. Arga looked at him while holding his chin on the table.

" This Qirani, Divya Naura. Firm, disciplined, fight pinter, independent and wealthy career woman type. He won't be easily seduced. Not easily intimidated. "

" You give him a jewel, he can buy it and I'm sure he has it too. Money ? Don't ask. Isn't Ekajaya Group still in debt to Paradise Group ? So, Ga... Stop looking for her attention. Just be grateful, even if this marriage is forced, at least, your desire is realized. "

Connect Indra.

So far's... Indra emang.

But, how can I defend marriage if there is no love for each other ?

I will not divorce Qirani.

I know, my greatest wish, to marry her was realized.

But I want him to be able to repay my love.

Greedy ?

Yeah, I'm getting greedy !

And I'll keep trying to do anything for Qirani.

So mine is his soul and body !