The Love Ship Ayana

Hitchhiked

Almost 12pm they just got out of the airport. The driver of the Alif family picked them up. A driver from the office picked up Arga. Arga gives the code to the driver to leave him, as well as Alif and Alya.

Inevitably Aya was forced to ride in Arga's car to drive her back to the Apartment. As she had done before, Arga escorted Aya to the door of her apartment. Aya did not protest because she needed Arga's help to carry her luggage.

Aya opened the door of her Apartment, Arga came in carrying her tent and placed it in the place Aya pointed.

"Thank you, be careful." Banish Aya smooth.

"Yes, you can't stay here. I'm so sleepy." Arga's permission hesitated.

"But mas, mas is not mahram Aya. Can't." Reject Aya firmly.

"Who said? We are halal, yes.. It's halal!!!" It was like Arga said that in front of Aya but only reached the esophagus.

"Sorry!!!" Arga understood Aya's refusal. He turned his body towards the exit.

"Wait!" Aya is not. "Alright, Aya prepare the room first for the mas."

"No, yeah. You're right, neither men nor women who are not mahrams live together." Reject Arga reminded.

"Yes can sleep in the apartment unit next door. Let me rest here first. I'm afraid I'll be on the road again."

"Happy, Aya's worried about me." Shouted Arga in the heart.

"But it's late at night, it's not good to wake people up" said Arga scratching his nape that does not itch.

"I have the key anyway, I sometimes sleep next to klo again lazy to sleep alone here" he explained.

Arga finally resigned, he was very tired. His eyes are heavy. I'm not sure I can drive in this condition.

Aya had finished preparing Arga's bed. He changed clothes first and then went out to the unit next to his apartment unit.

*****

After the dawn prayer, Aya returned to her apartment unit. Today he decided not to go to work, he wants to clean up first. A week left, pretty dusty too. After finishing, he made breakfast for himself and Arga. The clock was showing at 6am but Arga had not yet come out of the room.

Aya took the initiative to enter the room to wake Arga. Seeming Arga was still sleeping soundly, Aya picked up Arga's clothes that were placed carelessly and took her to a dirty clothes place. There's no way Arga could put this outfit back on. Aya did not have the heart to wake him, finally he went down to the apartment parking lot to take a pair of Arga clothes and take him to the room.

There was the sound of water rustling from inside the bathroom, Aya hurriedly put the change of clothes on the bed and rushed out of the room. He waited for Arga to come out while watching TV.

Arga approached Aya who was focusing on watching TV. "Seriously watch it" he said, then sat himself by Aya's side. Aya slightly shifted her body so that their sitting position was not too close.

"The doctor rushed to the office, I was ready for breakfast. I'm going to go to the room first."

"I'm waiting for you." Said Arga Cuek and then changed the TV channel.

Aya went straight to her room and cleaned up. Her body feels sticky, she hasn't had a bath since arriving from Korea last night. About 30 minutes Aya came out of the room and went straight to the dining table, he invited Arga to come to breakfast with him.

There are already two dishes of fried rice with more portions of Arga than Aya's. There is also a cup of coffee for Arga. Arga's heart warmed up instantly.

"How does it feel to have a wife?" His inner.

"No problem, this is how happy we are." Arga widened his smile sincerely eating his breakfast voraciously.

Arga stared at Aya's plate which was still half left while her possession was up. "Not finished?"

"Udah is full" Aya answered stroking her stomach.

Arga shifted her empty plate then pulled up Aya's plate and ate it again voraciously.

"Mas, that's my leftover. Disgust ihh." Aya shook her shoulders.

"Mubazzir, Yes. This is the rest of you, not anyone else."

It was as if something had pinched her heart hearing Arga's words. There was a warm feeling that infiltrated into the empty cavity of his heart.

After the food ran out, Arga sipped his coffee until it ran out. He then piled up all the dishes and took them to the washbasin and washed them.

Aya got up from her seat, brushed off Arga's hand to take off the dishes she washed.

"What the hell is it, even do the dishes?" Ask annoyed.

"You've prepared me a change of clothes, make coffee the same breakfast. Now it's my turn to do the dishes." Answer Arga relax.

"Can't, later klo aunt Andini know her favorite child washing dishes can Aya get damprat."

"Wouldn't. Mostly you are sentenced to be asked to marry me because you have succeeded in educating his son to be a responsible man." Arga rolled her eyes with a sweet smile on her lips.

Aya relented, never mind, she wanted to too. It was not Aya who told me.

"Mas, hunted. It's late for his office." Aya switched the conversation.

"Not working today, are you?"

"No, not tomorrow either." Answer Aya.

"Mr.tong"

"Mr.tong"

The door bell. Arga looked at Aya curious, who this early in the morning has come to see you. Aya shook her head, she left Arga to open the door.

Tekkkkk (door sounds open)

"Aante!"

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