Qibla Love A

Dear Between Humans

Arion immediately blocked Aisya's body, as he saw Marina getting closer towards the two of them. However, Arion's body turned suddenly to face Aisya - as the girl pulled her still-open shirt.

"The book wants first," he said slowly.

Aisya's clawed fingers slowly moved, putting one button at a time into the hole. Both of Aisya's beautiful eyes were only on her husband, the girl did not care about the woman who was getting closer to her.

The hijab girl chose to focus on covering her husband's body, Aisya felt unwilling - if there were other women's eyes that saw it.

While Arion, the man wore a thin smile - as he looked at the expressionless face of his wife. For some reason, it looked so cute and adorable in both eyes. Until unconscious, Arion's hand slowly rose and touched the hijab used by Aisya. Playing it, admiring it, and the longer Arion's hand crept towards the angel's tapered cheek.

No words came out, but it was enough to show how close the two were to others - including Marina.

"Ario!"

Even Marina's call was ignored by Arion. The one-pouled man enjoyed Aisya's soft and gentle gaze more, which was pointing at her.

The cup!

Without the aba Arion kissed Aisya's forehead long and deep enough, as the girl looked up to him. Even Aisya's two eyes grazed softly, her voice choking as she felt the chewy and wet object clinging to her forehead.

"It's over?"

Aisya was aghast, then nodded stiffly-when she heard Arion's voice. The hijab-wearing girl turned her gaze in another direction, until finally came into contact with the gaze of the woman who called her husband's name earlier.

"Ario!" call Marina again.

The long-haired lady stepped quickly, closing in on Arion and Aisya. The look on his face was not friendly at all, looking very cynical and staring dislike at the girl who was being embraced by Arion.

'So this girl who has taken Arion from me!' his hissing in heart.

"What do you need to do here? did Grandpa send you here?"

Arion stared flatly at Marina, the woman who followed him everywhere. Even after Arion brightly displayed his dislike, Marina was still shameless.

"I-I just want to see the plantation of Papa Milka," he said casually.

Even Marina deliberately put the word Papa Milka. Both of her eyes were looking down on Aisya, Marina was sure that the hijab girl was asking in her heart.

"Milka's father? you mean the estate of the late Gibran?"

"It's not that Gibran only has companies engaged in cosmetics and medicine. Is it possible Gibran owns a ju-palm plantation,"

"You Ar! you're Milka's father. It's been a few days that she's always asking you, Milka kangen you Ar," Marina quickly interrupted Arion's speech.

Both of his eyes looked at her heart and pleaded with the man of her tribe. The man he liked 5 years ago, but his circumstances made him unable to do anything.

And now when there was a chance, Marina would not waste it. He will get Arion, by any means - even if he has to drag the girl's name. Marina also doesn't care about the girl, who she says is being close to Arion.

He will do anything to get Arion's attention and love.

"I'm just his foster uncle Marina. Milka's father is only Gibran, your late husband. Don't you respect Gibran, as your husband? after all, Gibran is Milka's birth papa. Don't make speculation that doesn't" Arion said so seriously.

"Don't make other people think badly of me, because of your words. I do love your daughter, because I know what it's like to live without parents - even though Milka is luckier than me for still having you - her Mama. Just love between humans, nothing more so I beg you not to overdo it and misinterpret it" he said firmly.

Arion looked at Marina expressionlessly, he did not want to take any risks. Arion does not want Aisya to think badly of him, speculating that Milka is related to him.

One hand Arion had even grasped Aisya's arm, when he saw her looking away-when Marina called her Papa Milka.

While Marina, the one-headed woman looked down deeply. Arion's words are enough to make her petrified, should she be a self-destructive woman - for all her wishes to be achieved.

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