The Love Ship Ayana

This room again

Bara did not drive his car towards Aya's apartment or to his late father's house. Previously he and Arga had agreed to while Aya would stay at Arga's parents' house. This is to maintain the stability of Aya's psychic condition. Moreover, Arga is her husband, Aya is fully in her responsibility.

Almost 1 hour drive, they arrived at the residence of Arga's parents, it turns out Aya's sleep is still very deep, a smooth snoring sound that comes out of his lips like a melody for Arga.

Arga raised Aya's body slowly and carried her towards her room. After arriving at his room, he put Aya on the mattress and then pulled the blanket to his stomach. Slowly Arga opened the veil of Aya so that her sleep is not disturbed. Arga tidied the child's hair on his forehead and ears, a gentle kiss he gave on his forehead.

Arga did not want to confuse Aya's response later after waking up and realized to be in his room. Especially with the condition of the hijab has been opened. Arga could have alibi that his mother did it, surely Aya believed.

After that Arga rushed down to meet Bara who was waiting for him in the living room. Apparently there was also Fira waiting for him.

"How's Aya doing, sir?" Tanya Fira was worried about Aya's situation.

"He's still sleeping. How is the office developing? Is everything under control?" Arga asked back after briefly answering Fira's question.

"So far, still under control sir. Everything is going as usual". Fira replied convincingly.

"I've been monitoring from our confidants, all office affairs are still safely under control even though the news of Mr. Bintang's death is known to the public." Said Bara added. When discussing work with Arga, Bara was always formal in front of Arga.

"Okay, you guys go home and rest first. If there is anything important and urgent do not hesitate to contact me. Oh well. for Aya's business, if anyone asks, just say you don't know. Okay!" Arga's decree was then taken by both.

"Okay sir, I'll excuse you. Greetings to Aya." Pamit Fira's.

Bara also stood up, he and Arga embraced for a moment. Arga patted Bara's shoulder.

"Don't blame yourself, everything has become God's will." His whisper to Bara then took off his embrace.

Bara nodded and then followed Fira who had already left the house. As Bara's car exits the Arga residence, she finds Fira standing on the side of the road as if waiting for something.

Bara stopped his car and opened the car door right in front of Fira.

"Room up."

Fira thought for a moment, refused but needed. Not resisting but he felt like he would freeze in the car if it was with Bara. The cold man who though never discussed other matters other than work with him after almost 7 years Fira became secretary to the Star pack in the office. It's amazing, isn't it?

Finally Fira took a ride Bara to his apartment, in silence, quiet, cold, stiff and whether let alone a word that could represent the atmosphere of horror in the Bara car.

*****

He opened his heavy eyes. He saw the watch in his hand already showing at 5. He felt a little confused, it's 5 pm what 5 am. He then realized that he woke up not in his apartment room.

Aya walked to the window, ascertaining whether this was afternoon or dawn considering the atmosphere of the room seemed to lack light because all the curtains covered the window.

Aya's eyes were slightly glared after pulling the curtain cloth, outside the sun shone very bright even though the clock had shown at 5 pm. Aya immediately went to the bathroom after making sure the door was locked, quickly he cleaned his body and then took a shirt and shorts in the Arga closet.

Not enough 10 minutes Aya had finished cleaning and then wearing the face he saw placed on the nightstand. Aya has not yet prayed dhuhur and Asar, so she will mushroom her prayers at this time, there is still time before entering the time of maghrib.

He hurriedly finished his prayer when the sound of knocking on the door came from outside. Without removing his face, he walked to the door and opened it. There appeared Alya's head and behind him was Andini's aunt.

Alya breezed into the room by pulling two large travel bags in both hands.

Wait up! It seemed that Aya was no stranger to those two suitcases. "Who's this, Al?" Ask curiously.

"Lo's got." Alya replied briefly as if not caring about Aya's current curiosity. He was busy moving and shifting Arga's clothes in his closet and put Aya's clothes there.

"For now, auntie wants you to stay here first. Later after you feel calm, you can just go back to the apartment or stay here and continue to be able to, even aunty will be very happy."

"But, aunt..."

"Guessshhhhh.." Aunt Andini covered Aya's mouth with her index finger.

"You should stay here now. Auntie doesn't accept rejection from you. If you insist on going, tie your feet later." The answer is a little joking but there is a tone of decisiveness that does not want to be denied there.

Alya sighed, "well aunt. But her room?" Finally Aya resigned, only she slightly objected to sleeping in Arga's room.

"No need to think, Arga will also not be at home until the next week, or even longer." Aunt Andini's reply was convincing.

Deg. like there was a feeling of unwillingness in his heart hearing Arga was going away for that long. Aya tried to shake her feelings. For what matters, isn't he Arga's nobody?

"Lo relax, yeah. Here first, don't go anywhere. I've arranged your leave at the Hospital and the party there has also been unlimited time to calm down." Sela Alya added.

"Yes, thank you very much Al, auntie!" His words were sincere to Alya and Aunt Andini. Alya approached her and hugged her, the three women embraced.

Aya is happy to have a friend like Alya and Andini's aunt, her late mother's best friend. He really did not know what to do after this if there were no good people on his side. It turns out that God still remains so good to him, when there are times when he questions his destiny even seemed to demand and blame. Or rather, he is not grateful. Why is God so quick to take his beloved mother through the hands of the one he loves most in the world.

This is what torments his mind all this time, because hating a loved one is not easy, but circumstances force him to hate him. It hurts!

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