The Love Ship Ayana

Go home

The holidays are over, it's time to return to Indonesia. Alya and Alif have now joined them at Arga's parents' house. Their plane will be flying at 4pm later, so there is still time for them to share their stories without being hunted for time.

Arga had secretly arranged his return following on the plane they were boarding. He was forced to contact several people to help him get a passenger seat right on Aya's side. A trip that takes approximately 7 hours will definitely be very pleasant if it is spent with Aya, he thought.

After enjoying the breakfast prepared by Aya and Alya, Arga disappeared into her room. There is still a little work to be done, at 10 am Arga there is an online meeting with his team at Blue Marine & Offshore Consultant regarding the development of their cooperation with Woodside.

Although Aya and Arga's relationship had melted while at Lotte World Tower, but awkwardness again occurred when meeting breakfast time earlier. Plus Arga's attitude that looks cold according to Aya's vision, then just disappeared. Aya is confused by Arga's attitude, sometimes warm and pleasant, but at other times she is flat and cold as well as irritating.

Arga only showed his face after lunch. His meeting was over.

At the dining table.

"Where's bro? How did it just show up?" Ask Alif.

"In my room, not anywhere." Answer Arga.

"Sort of like a virgin girl, play it in a mulu's room." Ledek Alif who greeted their laughter, except Aya who only showed her smile, thin.

"Rather than outside being a spectator of your romance, would be willing. But there's no opponent." He glanced at Aya who was sitting right on his left side, apparently he was not disturbed by their conversation.

"The friend is there, the other is pretending to be a bodo," Alya flicked her lips towards Aya.

Actually Aya understood the direction of their conversation, but again Aya managed to put on her flat face, almost expressionless. Foku finished his meal.

"Eat it, pepet continues. Later it's sister-in-law's turn to be taken by someone else just tau tau tasa," ledek Lala.

"Uhuk.uhuk" Arga sucked.

Spontaneous Aya and Lala raised her drinking water glass for Arga.

"Arga grabbed the glass from Aya's hand and drank it to the toilet."

"Cieeee." The Temptation of Alya that returned made their laughter break. Aya misbehaved, no longer ask how the red hue of his face is at this time. It's a shame, it feels like he no longer has face in front of Arga. While Arga casually continued eating.

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Arriving at the airport, there were enough Lala's actions that were still heavy left by her brother-in-law. A little cry, a little hug Aya. Lala was already comfortable, the perfect older sister figure obtained from Aya.

Inside the first class aircraft, Aya had already taken her most comfortable position. Likewise with Alya and Alif who are in the row of seats behind him. He looked out the plane window. He felt that someone was sitting in the chair next to him. But he was not interested in glancing at her.

"Wait.the scent of this perfume, as familiar." Aya glanced at the source of the scent earlier, sure enough as she expected, it was Arga. He was surprised, how could Arga sit here, instead of their ticket already in the message to go back and forth at that time? Meanwhile, Arga, just wanted to buy the ticket yesterday. Never mind, Aya did not want to get dizzy and again floated his gaze looking out the window of the plane.

Arga had never opened his voice, until the plane had airborne the atmosphere between them was still silent. No one wants to start a conversation. Aya himself was busy with a novel book that he brought from Indonesia, when originally he was not willing to read it. While Arga is busy with his mackbook, work.iya really works.

"Why? Bored?" Tanya Arga closed her mackbook screen.

Aya who felt caught off guard was watching Arga could only grimace, speechless.

"Hose first, I'll wake up klo maghrib," Arga ordered.

Aya pulled her blanket and completely fell asleep. I don't know how long he slept.

Aya opened her eyes, she wanted to take her phone from her handbag which was placed on the small table in front of her but she felt that someone was holding her hand. There Arga fell asleep with his hands clasping Aya's hands. Aya pulled her hand slowly, she did not want to disturb Arga's sleep. But it turns out that his small movements helped wake Arga.

"I'm sorry, Arga's hand" said Aya feeling guilty.

"Oh. It turns out I also overslept" Arga said with his pillow face.

Aya was fixated on looking at Arga, her eyes not blinking. Arga's movements were like slow motion in his eyes. One word from Aya, "Beauty!"

"Yes, I know."

"meaning?" Ask Aya.

"You said you were handsome, right?" The answer is full of confidence

Aya rolled her eyes puffed. "Pede is a person. But how can he know what I'm saying in my heart, is he psychic?"

"I'm not a psychic, look at you, so fascinated with my joy." Arga smiled, precisely grinning to Aya.

Unknowingly Aya rubbed the two corners of her lips, "mas Argaaaaaa!!!"

"Yes dear." Reply Arga seduces.

Arrrggghhhhh...

Aya frustrated herself then pulled the blanket covering all her body. He had forgotten his intention to take the phone.

Time passed slowly to cower the jellyfish to Aya, while to Arga it felt so quickly passed like the smell of kent*t.

Not much they talk about while on the plane, Aya has been lazy to serve Arga. Arga gave up, he did not want Aya to sulk. It can be lonely if Aya does not want to deal with him anymore.

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