My love is blocked by your throne

113. Fall In My Hugs.

"You sure?"

"Yes, I'm very sure," Aura replied with great enthusiasm.

Aresh nodded as he looked at his wife's face which looked expectantly sparkling. "Alright," he said briefly.

And the twinkle of happiness was more and more clearly adorning Aura's face when she heard it.

Both of them got out of the car and chose to walk to the factory according to Aura's request.

The woman unceasingly gave a smile as she clasped her hand on Damaresh's arm. Feel the cool breeze that hits, glide at the green tea plantation stretch around it, and enjoy walking in hand with loved ones..

Ahh it feels like nothing is as beautiful as it is now that Aura and definitely Damaresh too.

"If you're tired, tell me!" Tell Damaresh when their steps have just swung and have not reached dozens of steps.

"I'm tired" said Aura, intending to tease her husband over his words.

"We're back in the car." Aresh immediately guided his wife's hand to take her around.

Aura laughed crisply. "Just stepped up, Aresh, I'm not tired yet" he said with a laugh. "I'm happy, I can walk this way, together with you, down the tea plantation like this, feel it.. This is something very simple, but amazing, right?"

Aura lifted her gaze back on the green expanse of tea plantations around them, her eyes sparkling so beautifully, indicating what she felt, as she said. He's happy.

"It's amazing, right?" Aura looked at her husband, asking for his opinion.

"Yes, that's amazing, you're Arra" said Aresh.

"Me?" The aura pointed at itself.

Aresh nodded.

"The value of the beauty of a scene, depending on the mood of the judging feeling. There is no standard definition of beauty, because beauty is created by what we feel. And nothing can be the parameter of a feeling but happiness. In essence, the beautiful and not that we look at depends on the mood of the feeling that is looking at."

"Gee!" Aura exclaimed softly, it could also be someone who is always working behind a desk and facing the pile of files and laptops that describe such things, his mind. "So?"

"This view looks amazing, because I enjoy it with you" said Damaresh, looking at his wife briefly. A gaze that is not accompanied by a smile as a complement.

"So, what's amazing is that it's not the scenery, but-" Aura deliberately disconnects her words because she wants Damaresh to continue.

"My feelings for you, that's amazing" the man concluded and this time, a faint thin smile fell on his natural red lips.

Aura looked at him dumbfoundedly.

"Aresh, can I hold you?"

"Why not? I'm halal to you and vice versa."

No need to think long or look to the left right to make sure there were no people, Aura's hands immediately wrapped around her husband's waist while leaning his head on his shoulder with a feeling of pleasure, which encapsulates his soul deeply.

And not only that, Aura also returned a request. "Can I kiss you here?"

"If for that, there is an ethic of its own, dear," said Damaresh quietly.

Aura smiled in amazement looking at that beautiful face. "Are you the real William Damaresh?"

The ambiguous question was uttered by Aura.

"Why is that?"

"It's a long way from Damaresh that everyone knows."

"Do you know why it's different?"

Aura shook her head.

"Because I feel for you, not like I feel for everyone."

Again the feeling that becomes the benchmark of beauty and pleasure, and that is the fact, indeed.

"I want to fall, Aresh," Aura moaned stifled.

"Why?"

"I think my bones are crushed to hear what you're saying."

"Then fall in my arms" said Damaresh with a smile.

"Always, baby. And for eternity" Aura replied, smiling.

"Insha'Allah, amenn."

Their eyes looked at each other, as well as throwing smiles at each other, fingers intertwined, in a jolt of steps that were equally swayed.

They went to the tea processing plant to become packaging drinks owned by Alarick, which is also located around the plantation area. Alarick is the owner of the largest tea plantation in the region, he also processes his own tea from his plantation into ready-to-drink tea in the form of large bottles and small glasses, with a brand that is already quite famous and selling sweet in the market.

Marketing their packaging tea has also been almost evenly distributed throughout the country, even out of Java and Bali.

In front of the factory itself, there are several box cars that are used as a distribution of their processed packaged drinks to several places and customers in large jumblah. Some people seem to be sitting waiting and some others, are busy with their work.

Inside his study, Alarick was receiving reports from his men who ended up with the gloom of a forty-year-old man who still looked very handsome.

Until the subordinate came out, Alarick was still silent and only gave a nod.

Sherin, who had been silent from the beginning after her husband's confidant gave a report, rushed to pour warm tea into a small glass, and poured it on her husband.

"Drink first, Mas," he said softly.

Alarick received the drink, staring at Sherin for a moment. "Thank you" he said before passing his drink through the throat.

"Why is it like this, huh Mas?" sherin asked softly after Alarick gave her the glass of drink that had been filled with toilet.

"Come on," answered Alarick with a sigh.

"What's up, Om?" A question word rippled between the two, making the husband and wife compactly turn to the source of the voice and find Damaresh with Aura there.

"Aresh," cried Alarick half in shock.

"Sorry, go in without knocking on the door first," said Damaresh as he slightly tilted his head gesturing at the slightly open door of the room.

"Father, Aresh.sit down!" Alarick immediately allowed his nephew to sit down, in tune with Sherin who approached Aura and guided her as well, to sit down.

"Why is all the shipping stuff, returned, Om?" Damaresh again asked the pending question.

"That's. I don't know why either, they reasoned that the consumer rejected our product, even though it has been working with us for a long time and so far there are no complaints, everything is fine."

Alarick sighed for a moment, while Damaresh continued to listen carefully.

"And not only here, which is outside Java is also returned all for the same reason. Stock goods in the warehouse piled up, some of which we have sent to several social foundations and pesantren. Because of this, maybe in the next few days, we will not produce first," said Alarick again.

"Then what about the workers, Om?"

"That's actually what's really damning to me, Aresh."

"What's this thing like, ever happened before, Om?"

"Never. This is the first time.

It seems like someone is deliberately boycotting our products, who knows," Alarick said with a straight look.

Damaresh turned his head towards Aura and Sherin who sat listening closely to the conversation.

"Arra, and...Aunt Sherin," said Damaresh, there was an awkward tone in his speech when he had to call Sherin Aunty. But Sherin just looks happy about it.

"May I speak to Alarick?"

Aura and Sherin both nodded and then both walked out of the room.

"Rin, be patient, yes" Aura said as she clasped Sherin's hand. For almost half an hour they sat outside the room, where Sherin told Aura the truth.

"God's Insha, my husband and I will be patient with this" Sherin said with a smile. "Well.. I know, life has its ups and downs, not always up and not always down, maybe that's what we're dealing with now" he continued with a more developed smile.

Aura nodded with a look of admiration, among the three of them. Aura, quinsha and Sherin, Sherin who has a more calm and calm person, he is often a protector for his two friends, who tend to be assertive and what they are.

The door of the room opened and featured Damaresh coming out of it alone.

"Aresh, how?" Aura immediately stood up to her husband, along with Sherin who also immediately went inside to meet Alarick of course.

"How's what?"

"Everything. Has a way out been found?"

"There's nothing, Arra. Everything is fine" Damaresh said quickly.

"How can you tell me there's nothing, I've heard all the Alarick stories, and Sherin has just told them more clearly," aura protested with a look of annoyance at Damaresh who thought he wanted to hide something, which he already knew.

"My words are a form of hope and do'a, Arra, if everything will be okay,"

Daresh quietly even tucked a smile in speech.

"In fact, you used to say that every word is a prayer, right?" Continue while slightly mengoel smooth cheeks Aura with fingertips.

"Yes." Yeah." Aura displayed a blushing smile, making a red hue refract in both hemispheres of her cheeks.

"Aresh-"

"What, do you feel like falling again?"

guess Aresh quickly.

Smiling aura.

"It seems, yes," he answered.

"Fell in my arms!"

Aura immediately rushed into her husband's embrace which today had made his heart melt many times just because of a simple remark.

Speech that shows the greatness of his soul as a pious Muslim person. Aura was very happy because of it.

Very different.