The Love Ship Ayana

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Arga awakens as the sound of an alarm disrupts his sleep. As she was about to move, she realized that Aya was now sleeping comfortably in her arms. Not wanting to lose a rare moment like this, he finally pretended to sleep again, it was not good for him if Aya knew himself to consciously embrace him.

Aya was troubled by the sound of alarm with two different tones. He was about to get up, but his body felt heavy to move. The atmosphere of the room is very minimal lighting makes it not yet aware of its condition. He smelled a masculine scent so close to his nose. Because he felt the aroma he inhaled felt different, he sniffed until he touched Arga's chest. Arga who felt an unwillingness could not bear to let out his voice.

"Have you started to become infatuated with the scent of my body until it was smelled all over?"

Aya was quite shocked, why was there a male voice she heard. Ah, I forgot. Last night she shared a bed with Arga, her husband.

"Mas Arga... loose!" Aya just realized it turns out that the aroma she likes this morning is Arga's.

While Arga held Aya's body remained in his arms with the hand that was made a pillow by Aya while the other hand he used grabbed the light switch to sleep on the side of the bed.

Their position is very intimate, without realizing Aya is already on top of Arga's body because it tries to escape from Arga's embrace.

"Stop moving! Or do you want to do your duty now?" Goda Arga's.

Instantly Aya pegged on Arga's body.

"So what now?" Aya asked with her innocent face.

"Yaaa.begini just keep going!"

Aya was embarrassed, he knew this was just Arga's wits, the problem is Arga's hands and feet are still wrapped around his body.

"Mas, freelancing or no more chances to dapetin Aya's heart!" Firmly Aya felt that she could not tolerate the forced nature of Arga who likes to steal the opportunity to touch him.

Suddenly the arms and legs of Arga stretch and finally Aya managed to get out of bed. Without saying anything else Aya rushed to the bathroom. He closed the door hard and locked it.

I turned on the shower and cried underneath. His heart is in chaos at this moment. On the one hand, she was completely unprepared for her marriage, but on the other she felt sinful for ignoring her husband's wishes.

Although her religious knowledge is still very little, but she knows how her duties and obligations as a wife. He knew what sin awaited him with this attitude, but willing to be forced however, Aya really did not accept it. He was afraid of hurting Arga even more deeply. He was afraid of getting hurt again. The experience of her parents' household really harbors a fear that Aya is difficult to eliminate in her memory.

While Arga faithfully stood in front of the bathroom door waiting for Aya to come out. He knew she was crying in there. Again his heart felt squeezed, he felt pain hearing Aya cry, especially Aya cry because of him.

It's been 30 minutes Aya in the bathroom, but there's no sign of her going out. Finally Arga decided to knock on the door.

Tok.dok..

"Yes..not finished yet? It's dawn!" Arga reminded by occasionally repeating his knock on the door.

Hearing the knock on the door from the outside, Aya immediately finished her bathing activity. But he just realized, he did not bring a change of clothes.

"Mas.." call Aya closer to the door.

"Yes, are you done?"

"Mas, take Aya's clothes for dong. Mmmm.all the same underwear yeah." Said Aya shyly.

Arga immediately opens the closet and takes all of Aya's needs. Huuuffft, this is really thrilling, sorting out the women's underwear has never come to mind all this time.

Arga knocked on the bathroom door again.

"Yes, this is her dress."

"Close your eyes and Aya opens."

"Yes.iya.this is the mas behind the door anyway."

Aya opened a little door and took the clothes in Arga's hands.

"Don't be long, well, this has finished the dawn adhan loh." Arga said then towards the bed waiting for Aya to come out.

"Wait for the mas, take the wudhu first." Arga went into the bathroom immediately.

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After the dawn prayer, Arga invited Aya to talk about some things. He does not want his relationship with Aya to deteriorate because he does not know how to treat her.

This is Arga's first experience close to women as well as Aya. Arga does not want too much drama even though from the beginning there has been a lot of drama, but he wants to make sure Aya is comfortable with his presence.

Falling in love makes Arga want to do and give a lot of things to Aya, but she realizes, not necessarily what she is doing and giving can make Aya happy, but she is aware of what she is doing, misguidedness could even make Aya further from her reach.

Arga takes Aya to the balcony, the air still feels very fresh and the sun is not perfect out of the contest.

They are now standing side by side with their hands holding the balcony railing.

"Yes.."

"Hmmm"

"Yes." call Arga again turn her body to face Aya. Next to his body he used to lean on the railing.

"Hmmm"

"Well answered dong, yes!" Gentle Arga speech.

Aya also brought herself to face Arga.

"Yes, mas. Wh why? By the way, I heard it." A smile was etched on Arga's lips, and that smile was infecting Aya.

"Yes, I'm sorry!" Arga said sincerely. Aya frowned, feeling clueless as to why Arga apologized to her.

"For?"

"For a mas attitude that might make you uncomfortable."

"Oooo.." Aya rounded her lips.

"Kok the answer ooo doang?"

"What do you wish for?"

"Mas was hoping that Aya would say I love you."

"Friday again." Aya was upset.

"I'm sorry, now I'm going to talk to you seriously." Arga's face was now starting to look serious.

Aya walked to the direction of the chair and sat here.

"Okay, Aya will listen." Said Aya staring at Arga as well by putting on her serious face.

However, Aya also felt that the two of them really needed to talk. Aya did not want to hurt Arga nor did she want to hurt Arga. The business of how the fate of their household in the future, I don't know.. There is no shadow at all. Not that he doubted Arga's intentions, but he doubted himself instead.

Marriage is not a dress that can be changed at will if it is not suitable or not like, but marriage is for a lifetime and a lifetime is not a short time. Divorced? Just getting married Aya never thought about it, let alone getting divorced. It's really confusing, getting married is something that Aya has been avoiding the most, but it's all out of her control.

That's how life is, sometimes the thing we avoid the most is precisely what is running fast to come to us.

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