Qibla Love A

Unaccustomed

Arion watched closely the workers on his sheep plantation. The tough guy was so agile when harvesting hundreds of coconuts, as if tireless - even though the time has shown at 11.45 pm.

The sun is almost reaching ubun ubun, and it means that soon it will enter the time of lunch and Dzuhur prayer.

"It's time for rest, Mr. Nyoman please tell all the workers to rest!" Arion glanced at the watch in his hand.

The man in the ash-shirt patted the foreman on the shoulder, before he went to the saung or small cottage that was the resting place of the plantation workers.

Arion opened two buttons of his shirt, today the weather is quite hot. Making Arion gulp his mineral water greedily, I don't know how much mineral water he drank this afternoon.

The breeze was unable to make the sense of heat in his body decrease. Arion even imagined that he was soaking in the bathtub, or in the small river that he passed with Aisya earlier.

"Sir Arion wants lunch? if you'd like, I'll find mak-, first,"

"No need Mr. Nyoman, later my lunch will be delivered here" said Arion.

The middle-aged man named Nyoman nodded slowly, before he left to take his lunch ration at Camp.

While Arion, the young man chose to lie on a shabby mat without any worries. Feeling the breeze that hit his face and body, either because it was comfortable or tired - Arion slowly closed his eyes.

Arion looks comfortable with his position now, even so comfortable he does not realize that someone is approaching him. There was a smile on her lips, as she saw Arion closing both eyes. Slowly he sat down on the empty spot that Arion slept in comfortably.

One hand stretched out to touch Arion's calm and tired face. A gentle touch as light as a feather, made Arion piqued-and slowly opened his two eyes.

The one-pouled man flashed a faint smile, as he looked at who the person beside him was.

"You've arrived, Ai." Arion straightened his body perfectly. He ignored his slightly throbbing head as his sleep was interrupted.

"The Jungle is tired? until I overslept here, "Aisya's speech was so soft and tucked into worry.

Arion rubbed his face slowly, in fact he was not tired - just hot. The weather this afternoon is so stinging, somehow not as usual.

"The weather's hot, so you sleep here. Pretty cool, if soaking in water may be fresher."

Arion again unbuttoned his shirt a few grains, revealing a hugable plain chest, making Aisya turn her face away.

Her face reddened, not because of the hot weather - but the hot sight before her that made her pretty face meet red.

"It's lunch Brother,"

Arion turned his head, the man raised next to his eyebrows when he saw Aisya unwilling to stare at him. The man who had opened all the buttons of his shirt, staring amusedly at his wife. Aisya's meticulous face looked so adorable to her. Until unknowingly, Arion extends his hand-to-touch Aisya's face.

"Why avoid? Brother's here, not Ai's there,"

"Shame on," he whined.

Aisya brushed off Arion's hand on her chin, not because she didn't want to be touched by Arion - but because she was embarrassed.

And Arion did not look offended or angry. Arion pinches Aisya's nose in a fit of anxiety - leaving the girl strangled.

"The Jungle,"

Arion chuckled as he saw Aisya staring annoyedly at him, without even awkwardly the girl hitting and replying to his pinch doubled. Warning to you guys, never dare to hurt a girl, if you don't want to be retorted more than that.

"Aawws! ai's sick,"

Arion teases Aisya more and more, as the girl pinches her belly and bare chest. As for Aisya, she was further irritated by her husband, who continued to judge her nonstop.

Until, their laughter stopped - when they both heard the sound of two human voices approaching them.

"Why did Mr. Aslam not say that the road was far! if you know so far why not just use the car!"

The voice of a woman who was nagging, made Arion get closer to Aisya. Arion knew very well who the voice was, so he had to make sure that the woman was not of the kind on his plantation, especially on Aisya.

But why is that woman here? there's a need for what he's so far away to his maple plantation.

"The name is also Miss Marina garden, if you want to use a car, you better go to Ragunan or Flower Park only,"

Marina clucked not liking to hear Aslam's words. The one-child widow quickened her pace, a little distress because of the high heels she was wearing.

"That's who Bang is? why is it the same Mr Aslam?" ask Aisya slowly.

***AAAIIHHH BANG JUNGLE MAKE DEDE AIS TREMOR 😂😂😂

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SEE YOU NEXT TOMORROW

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