The Love Ship Ayana

Hearts Affairs

Arga left for the office with a heavy heart. He's been used to seeing Aya's face for over a week. But this morning he woke up without Aya by his side. Looking at Aya's shady face before going to bed and finding that face again when she opened her eyes had become a habit that contained opium for her.

There is no spirit, the concentration is broken, the only thing in his head is Aya.. Aya and Aya again. Arga is touching his face. He got up to walk to the side of the window, mamandangi busy vehicles in the city of Jakarta from the 10th floor of his office.

Arga grabs her phone from her pants pocket, tries Aya's video call. After a few rings, it was finally answered. But what appeared on the screen was Alya's face.

"Where is it?"

"Don't put on a worried face. Aya just a shower, no longer a walk to Pluto." Alya's words are nosy.

Arga only shook his head looking at Alya who was smiling cunningly at him.

"No, the guy's done." Alya pointed the phone screen at Aya. "Yes, your man!"

Aya who only used a small towel covered her body with her hair in a roll up revealed her shoulders and her smooth white neck hurriedly took out a blanket covering her.

"Yaaaa.. Why is it closed? this is your man, not mine. Poor man you must fast long because you wait for you."

"Damn lo Al," Aya threw a hijab cloth covering her phone in Alya's hand then hurriedly took her change of clothes and immediately put it on. Alya laughed heartily at Aya's panic.

"Mas Arga is patient yeah." Said Alya who was amused to imagine how Arga's condition now after seeing his wife was fleeting with just wrapped in a small towel.

Arga is getting frustrated, his face is red, his intention is video call to reduce a little longing for Aya, but now even make him unable to think clearly. There was something rising inside her body wanting Aya right now to be nearby as well.

After getting dressed, Aya immediately took her phone from Alya's hand. Alya understood and immediately came out of Aya's room.

"Service phones can also do Yes if you don't know!" Alya teased and immediately closed the door.

Aya threw a pillow at Alya but only hit the door because it was closed Alya hunt.

"Assalamu'alaikum mas," he said, bringing the phone screen to his face.

"Wa'alaikum salam. Yes. mas kangen!" Said Arga still with her reddened face.

"Sickness?" Tanya Aya probed looking at Arga's reddened face.

"Yes, I'm sick. Sick of malarindu as Aya!" Said Arga spoiled with her puppy eyes and the sweetest smile she had.

For whatever sake, Aya is most upset with Arga if invited to talk about this dreadful carry on.

"Had already mas, really lazy to know that mas is the same Aya." Instantly Arga fell silent, lowered his eyes to the end of his shoes, he felt that Aya's heart was indeed difficult to reach. His heart is getting messed up.

For a long time they were silent, none of them would open their voices. Arga is still in the same position, if it was just his gaze that he subdued down, now his face was perfect looking down which only leaves a few eels and his head to see Aya.

Aya let out a long sigh, she was confused by Arga's cheerful attitude now lowered her head continuously without intending to lift her face to see it.

"If no one wants to talk anymore, Aya shut up!"

Arga raised his face staring at the screen of his phone.

"Good!" Reply weak Arga. And sure enough the phone connection was immediately cut off by Aya.

Arga put his phone back in his pants pocket. He leaned both hands on the glass wall, his eyes staring blankly at the busy Jakarta city vehicles passing by crowded all roads.

His heart was crying, his eyes were hot. This is how it feels to be in love, to be sick, to be happy. But if it hurts like this, it feels like the world has collapsed.

"Yes, I will not give up. You've dared to take heart, so you have to take responsibility." Arga monologue on her wedding ring.

Arga sat back in his great chair. He had already made up his mind to try hard to get Aya's heart and he would not let Aya break her heart.

Arga began to concern himself with his work. He must not let his mood affect his work. Doesn't he want things to be done quickly so that he can focus on solving his heart's affairs with Aya???

*****

Currently Aya, Fira and Alya are chatting in the gazebo next to the villa building. There they were busy throwing pellets for the fish under the pond. The atmosphere is so warm. It had been a long time since the three of them had gathered together like now. Actually Alya and Fira want to play in the tea garden, but Aya still wants to be at home first.

Fira is just more of a listener to Aya and Alya's story. All this time that was their relationship. Between Fira and Aya, Fira felt Aya give her some distance. But Fira doesn't care, other than getting a direct assignment from Aya's father to watch her up close, long before she finds out that Aya is a subsidiary of the company she works for, he would rather have a friend with personality like Aya.

Aya is not troublesome as a neighbor of his unit, not complicated, not noisy, not sewot, not arrogant as well, may seem indifferent and not care around, but he always be friendly to the person who greets him. For Fira, Aya's personality is fun, friends but not binding, neighbors but not burdensome neighbors.

It's common to have friends and neighbors who feel like invaders. Sometimes arbitrarily take our goods because they feel close or sometimes ask for help not to use approximately. Everyone has their own life. No matter how close a friendship is, it still has its limits, there is a distance. There is a side of everyone's life that cannot be shared with anyone, including close friends.

Because the only friend that will always be in our lives is our own spouse, husband or wife.

Friends, friends, all will go, alternately. Either because it is separated by distance, either because of time either because whatever creates distance and time itself, then ends up like a stranger.

Fira once read in a religious novel that he read, there quoted from the exegesis of ibn katsir, "there is no greater friendship between two spirits than friendship between married couples."

That sentence always ringed in Fira's mind, so he felt a frequency with Aya and Alya. Although Alya and Aya look very close, but Fira is no problem.

"Woi.bengong aja lo little boy." Tegur Alya disperse the reverie of Fira. Fira is the youngest among them, only 28 years old. But they agreed no one felt the oldest or the youngest so anyone felt they should be respected.

"What the hell? Just ngagetin?" The protest of Fira was shaking her lips.

"Indeed again daydreaming what the hell Fir, that was I've been calling you loh a few times."  Ask Aya.

"Thinking of the Bara kali!" Alya without feeling guilty.

"Isshh... What lack of work am I willing to daydream the dry kanebo?" Answer Fira sewot. Alya and Aya laughed loudly at Bara's nickname.

"Kanebo's dry." Alya repeated the word dried kanebo and then laughed again.

"Gue I swear you fell in love with Bara to cry bombay lo Fir!" Call Alya again.

"Amit-amit." Said Fira took a piece of watermelon and then she used to clothe Alya's mouth that could not stop laughing.

Now it was Aya's turn to laugh to see Alya's face that was pouting because of Fira's behavior.

"May her prayers be good." Aya reminded.

"Yes, yes, I pray you two fall in love immediately so that I can like the one who falls in love with Alif every day." Said Alya while hugging herself as if Alif was now being hugged.

Aya and Fira shake their heads to see Alya's absurd behavior.

"Udah ah, now I want to talk to each other the two of you. Be honest, no one is covered up. Anyway you guys should answer all my questions. Just watch if you guys sneeze." Aya's words suddenly made the atmosphere become silent and a little horror.

"Now start from you, Fir!" Aya looked sharply at Fira.

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