The Love Ship Ayana

I Miss You Like Crazy

Arga walked quickly to the bathroom near the kitchen. The tail of her eyes could see Aya's tense face there, yet Arga was more tense at the moment. He was afraid of being expelled, afraid of being rejected. He was not prepared for any form of Aya's refusal.

Many times Arga washed his face with water that was quite cold in his hands, but could not relieve the heat he felt on his face. He looked at his face from the reflection of the glass in front of him. His facial water is not completely normal, there is still a look of tension.

After feeling calm, Arga opened the bathroom door and walked closer to the dining table, he took a seat on the side of Minah's mom, right in front of Aya, but was separated by the dining table. Arga throws her smile at Aya as Aya looks towards her. Aya replied to him with an awkward smile then cut off their eye contact by standing up to fill the bowl for Arga.

No one intended to open his voice, Lala seriously devoured her food because she was hungry. Ms. Minah was only secretly watching the interaction of the bride and groom who had not met for days but now looked very awkward.

"Den Arga want me to make you some hot tea, what's coffee?" Tanya Bu Minah finally took the initiative to break the silence between the clink of the spoon that collides with the plate.

"Tea is warm, ma'am." He answered, looking at Minah's face beside him. Ms. Minah immediately stood towards the kitchen, Lala also walked into the kitchen carrying her empty bowl.

"Lala wants to rest first, still tired. Bye sister-in-law." Then kissed Aya's left cheek and immediately passed taking one of the rooms there.

Aya had wanted to protest but Minah had appeared with a cup of tea placed on the table near Arga.

"I'll excuse you first Den, Non Aya. Maybe you're waiting in the back." Ms. Minah immediately walked out leaving those who still looked awkward.

Aya ventured to look at Arga who looked so greedy to finish her food. There was a slight feeling of wonder at Arga's behavior, not usually Arga was so quiet to her. Did he make a mistake so that since his arrival there has been no word he got from Arga?

For the sake of courtesy, Aya still chose to stay with Arga to finish his meal. When she finished, Arga stood up to lift the dirty dishes to take to the kitchen.

"Just take a break in the room, let me take care of it." Saying Aya immediately took the dirty plate from Arga's hand.

Arga took off her grip on the plate as Aya's two hands picked it up and walked towards the kitchen. Arga silently stared, weighing his next steps. Finally Arga chose to approach Aya who was washing dishes. Still without any words, Arga stood beside Aya rinsing the saffron dishes making Aya forced to shift one step to the side because her body was too close to Arga.

The sound of water from the faucets and dishes that collide becomes a filler for their inertia. Aya does not know how to make Arga talk to her, really Aya is not the type of woman who likes to whine when feeling ignored.

Aya's principle is simple, when people approach, Aya will welcome. But when people stay away from her, Aya will not chase after her. Arga's current ferocity was enough to make him feel shunned by Arga.

After they finished washing the dishes, Aya left the kitchen to her room without wanting to care anymore about Arga's presence. When he was about to close the door of his room, he just realized there was Arga holding the door so as not to close.

Arga pushed the door and entered the room, she shifted Aya's body and took over the door and locked it.

"Mas wants a break." Arga said casually and then threw his body on the bed.

Aya was still dumbfounded to see Arga's behavior, had entered her room without permission now instead of mastering her bed.

"Well, how do you sleep here anyway? There's still an empty room." Aya protest was disheartened.

"I'm your husband, yes!"

"Yes, but-"

"But what?" Arga quickly cut Aya's words. "It's not nice to see the husband, it's been expelled." Arga murmured but could still hear Aya.

Aya walked to the bed and chose to sit at the lower end near Arga's feet.

"Sorry!" He was barely heard by Arga.

"No, this is not your fault, either mine." Arga said with a smile.

"Lucky me to have you here right now. So, don't apologize again, okay!" Aya just nodded slowly and lowered her head, her eyes now felt hot, with all her might holding back her tears that were already urgent not to be dammed.

Arga cupped Aya's face with both hands, their eyes meeting each other's eyes. Damn it, Aya's tears had already made the river. I don't know what's on his mind until his tears just fall. Arga pulls Aya into her arms, several times Arga kisses the top of Aya's head, sipping the vanilla fragrance from her shampoo behind the veil that still covers her head.

"I miss you, I miss you like I'm gonna crazy." Bisik Arga slowly.

Degs...

Aya is now confused, taking off Arga's embrace or Arga will see a red pseudo on her face. And Aya wasn't ready to look Arga in the eye.

Or stay in Arga's arms but Arga will feel his heartbeat beating fast where their chests are now resting on each other.

Aya chose to keep hugging Arga's body because Arga was still not willing to take off his embrace. Enjoying the rhythm of heart beats that hunt each other. Lagian Aya also really enjoyed this hug, soothing hug, felt very comfortable.

It seems Aya only realized one thing, it turns out Arga's embrace is the most comfortable place she has ever lived to date.

Aya's feeling was now calm, in contrast to Arga who was increasingly agitated with the cuddling position that had been almost ten minutes.

Aya unraveled her embrace, timidly staring at Arga, yet at least she could master her current awkwardness.

"Say he'll go to sleep, rest there first." Aya said beginning the conversation publishing a sweet smile from Arga's thin lips.

Not wanting to ruin the romantic atmosphere of the Arga version that he felt at this time, he also according to fix a pillow for him and Aya.

"Let's go and sleep."

"Mmm. I'm going to Lala's room first mas."

"No, Lala's still tired. He just arrived last night and now I'm bringing him here." Arga does not lie, in fact Lala does need a break after her long journey since yesterday.

Arga pulls Aya's hand to get closer to her, she opens Aya's hijab thankfully without rejection from the one who has.

Arga helps Aya lay down her body and followed by Arga. Their positions now face each other. Arga looked gently at Aya's face which preferred to close her eyes.

After a while Aya opened her eyes, precisely narrowing her eyes peeking at Arga's face. But what he found was a deep gaze and a sweet smile Arga to him.

"Mas Arga's.." Aya was really embarrassed for being caught peeping. Arga chuckled, laughing at his little wife's funny behavior.

Aya pinched Arga's arm because laughing at him in this condition, Arga finally pulled Aya's body into his arms, he tightened his arms, very tightly. But Aya wriggled to take it off.

"Don't move, just like this! I still miss you, my wife."

Aya's face again met with red, lucky Arga did not see it because he had now buried his face in Arga's chest. Responding to the soothing body aroma, the aroma that he also missed. And maybe without realizing it he also missed the owner.

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