
After she finished her husband-and-wife relationship, Ziva immediately rushed to the bathroom to clean up.
“I'm taking a shower, yeah. Yank!” Arya followed his wife who was about to enter the bathroom.
“No! I want to shower myself, I do not want the incident the other day repeated again,” said Zivaya. He quickly entered the bathroom and closed the door and locked it. He didn't want to, Arya did it again in the bathroom like the other day.
“Yank, come dong!” arya shouted from outside while banging on the door.
However, Ziva did not reply. There was only the small sound of Ziva singing and the sound of water gurgling.
Because I didn't get an answer from Ziva. Arya walked towards the bed, she threw her body onto the soft bed.
Arya grabbed Zivanya's phone in the corner of the bed. He also looked at what was inside. Long time, he checked. But I didn't find anything strange there.
Arya smiled as she looked at the name of the contact Ziva kept. ‘Abeng Omesh’. “Since when did he change this name, in his phone contact?” Arya smiled, because she knew. Ziva keeps his contact with the name Arya, not Abeng let alone Omesh.
After that, Arya switched to the photo gallery on the phone. He saw the only album available, starting from the latest photos, including their wedding photos. Until, the longest photo. That is, a photo of a few years ago.
Arya opened one by one a row of photos in the mobile phone gallery, saw him there was himself and also Ziva alone, as they sold in front of the park. However, more photos of Ziva with Valentino and also little baby Nino.
Lastly, what concerns Arya is where the photo of the three of them, where he was embracing Zivaya and Valentino who just finished ijab qobul. He smiled wryly there.
“Hahaha, stupid me,” the gum. But, a moment later. He remembered something about the photo.
“This photo!” Arya tried to remember something about the photo.
He's looking for something, fill the closet he took it all out. Make the room look like a broken ship.
“Why don't I find anything?” he scratched his head that was not itchy. He kept thinking, where he put the stuff.
“In this closet, definitely here!” he said, he again ruffled the contents of the other closet. But, similarly, he still did not find the item he was looking for.
“Where the hell is that thing?” grumbled with annoyance.
Suddenly, Arya's eyes stared at the small drawer at the bottom of the closet in the corner. He approached and sat on the floor right in front of the drawer. In the drawer, then take out the contents.
“Jewelry box,” he said to himself. “It's got the Ziva first, but not so I give you!” he put the jewelry box behind him.
Then, he returned to take out the existing items. “This is also not.” He took out a small box made of carved wood. Feeling insignificant, he placed the box next to the jewelry box.
Lastly, the item is wrapped in black plastic. Without waiting, Arya immediately opened the plastic, and looked like a box like a gift wrapped neatly and wrapped in wedding photos Valentino and Ziva, also there herself.
“Jeez, Beng! Why is it like gini?” His finished Ziva took a bath with a white towel wrapped around his body. He was so surprised to see the room was so messy, he immediately approached Arya. “What is it, Beng?” he asked Arya who was holding a gray box and wrapped the wedding photo.
“This!” Arya pointed the box at Ziva's face.
“Yes! That's what?” asked Ziva while looking at Arya with a difficult look. To be sure, Ziva had seen, that the one on the cover of the box was a picture of him.
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