Pearl In Fisherman Village

apprehension

One month passed, Aryan's condition was much better, he felt more refreshed and his energy was back. Although not a hundred percent, but the man who owns the chest field is not at home linger in bed, and around the house only.

"Where are you, brother? don't move too much first, otherwise you'll get dizzy again."

Ah, that soft voice again.

Tiara, the woman who was always by his side. Caring for her so well and so painstakingly, Tiara who always prepared her food, took care of her clothes, arranged her medicinal schedule.

The beautiful woman so spilled all forms of attention. Aryan's current feelings are not easy to explain. To be sure, everything that Tiara did, was able to shake her innermost heart.

Ever since Tiara and Aryan decided to acclimate themselves, the man asked Tiara to change her call.

Actually, Aryan asked Tiara to call directly his name, but Tiara is Tiara, he felt it was not polite to the point that Aryan agreed to Tiara's proposal calling him 'Silver'.

"I'd like to take a look out, if you're so worried, you can accompany me Ara."

"May I call you that?" Aryan asked with a look in his eyes that could not be seen the face of Tiara who always looked beautiful.

It was Tiara who thought for a moment, then nodded in agreement. "That sounds good, all right. Only you can call me that, sir." Tiara.

"Master?" Aryan frowned, but the corner of his lips twitched holding back a smile.

"I mean, brother. I'm sorry, I'm not used to it." Tiara's Chirp. Though he himself proposed it, but still Tiara's tongue still feels stiff.

"I told you, just call my name Ara."

"I'll work on it."

Tiara stood up, then followed Aryan who had already walked first. They walked along the village almost entirely working as fishermen, because that was the only thing that became their livelihood.

"Walk beside me, not behind me." pinta Aryan, he stopped his steps for a while, then pulled Tiara's hand slowly.

"Like this?" Tiara aligned herself beside Aryan, even replying to the man's much taller hand link. Tiara is only tall.

The two of them threw smiles at each other, then immediately continued on their way.

Seen children playing chase. Parents who have just left or come home to find fish.

On the sand of the beach that looks like soft gold grains glittering because of the sunlight. Aryan and Tiara sat side by side, gazing at the soothing ripples of the waves.

Aryan extended his hand towards Tiara. "Give me your hand."

The woman according.

Tiara, who was wearing only a short-sleeved T-shirt, was clad in a skirt below her knees and looked to stroke both of her arms.

Aryan pulled and put Tiara's left hand into his coat pocket. "Close to." Her request.

Tiara slid in, bringing her body closer to Aryan. "Do you ever think, as long as you're here. Someone far away was lamenting his longing for you. Waiting for news from you, or even your return."

Aryan silently listened, he could not answer anything. There was nothing he could predict to date, his memory still had not returned. Even so, he vaguely recalled the terrible events that kept bothering him.

Maybe Tiara was right, there was someone, whether it was family, parents, or whoever was waiting for her.

Tiara smiled gently, her long hair that was beautifully scattered by the beach breeze. Well-favoured.

"Maybe you're the one who'll leave me, if your memory has returned."

Aryan chuckled, whether consciously or not the two had now embraced tightly. Tiara looked comfortable on Aryan's burly shoulder.

"That's not gonna happen Ara."

...*****...

A young woman is still faithful sitting at the end of her luxurious room, on a soft chair located near a large window to see the urban atmosphere with all its activities.

He could not deny that he loved the man. To this day, he still feels lost. Several times he sought guidance through his men, but not yet fruitful.

"You've been daydreaming too long, dear." whispered a man in his ear, the man's hands were wrapped around the woman's body. He held it from behind, providing comfort and calm.

"I'm just curious, baby. Don't get me wrong." He stroked the cheek of the man who was now attached to his right shoulder.

"Yeah, I know." His voice raspy, he put his face in the niche of the woman's neck, teased her, and gave a reddish sign there.

...*****...

"You're better, sir? drop by for a second. My dad got a big fish, we ate together."

"No, Hanna, we need to get home. Uncle Aris is waiting." Tiara answered politely to a neighbor's child her age.

Since Hanna knew that Aryan was conscious, almost every day the woman visited the house of Mr. Aris. Bring fresh fish, bring dry leaves, or just mince words asking Tiara news.

Before, they were not so close.

"I asked him, not you." Ketus Hanna doesn't like it. He really hoped to get closer to the handsome man, why again Tiara was always luckier than him.

Even Hanna had been rejected by the man she had long liked, only because he had liked another woman first, and that was Tiara.

What is the lack? he always wears short clothes as men like. Why does his effort continue in vain.

Hanna clucked violently as the shadow flashed back through her mind.

"Thank you Miss, but Tiara's right. We must return soon, Mr. Aris must have been waiting."

Aryan and Tiara nodded kindly, then left Hanna who was still grumbling resentfully at her place.

"Hanna, your trick is no longer working. How many men have you seduced in the same way, but they all failed!" Said a fat middle-aged mother who had since noticed the chatter of the three.

"It's your fault Mom, I should have been born from a much better seedling!" he stomped his feet and went into the house.

The mother could only shake her head at the behavior of her daughter.

...Tbc......