The Love Ship Ayana

Who Knows

Jakarta

Aya threw her body onto the bed in her room, her room and Arga to be exact. I don't know why he misses the atmosphere in this room so much. Arga's distinctive body aroma still feels out of the bed sheet, but this week is not occupied, but Aya likes it, this is already like opium for him. The design of the room is very male but Aya also likes it. White color dominates the walls of the room, then combined with black on one side where the books lined up neatly there, Aya estimated the line of books there will not be less than 1,000 books. Indicates that the owner of the room has extensive knowledge and could be friends no more than the number of books he has.

Who know? With the number of books as much as this, it is certain that the time he needs to devour the books is not small, unique, unread books are placed in a special section, in a special section, it was discovered that his books had mostly been read and that there were only a few books still sealed in his plastic.

Not felt, Aya was asleep, maybe because too tired, three days caring for Arga who worked amazingly until all along the journey Arga fell asleep with his head on top of Aya's thigh.

Arga himself was still busy discussing with Yudha and Bara who had previously picked them up at the Peak. A week of leaving the office made Yudha and Bara quite troubled and now meet Arga for some documents that must be signed directly by Arga.

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Arga went into the room, his body still felt less fit. He found that Aya was sleeping soundly in a prone position. His smile was perfect, a warm feeling flowed through his heart, he was so happy to see his wife sleeping so peacefully.

Arga chose to go to the bathroom, not to bother his wife, he wanted to clean his body. Her body feels so sticky. Soon into the dhuhur time, he also felt quite hungry.

Arga heads to the kitchen and finds her mother and Lala there enjoying her lunch.

"Where is it?" Ask mother.

"Still sleeping, justin aja, it seems he's still tired." Arga pulled a chair for himself.

"Someone is as happy as he is, has he been given rations?" Ask her mother again who misunderstood Arga's answer. He thought Aya was tired because Arga had been penniless.

"Mom can't wait for grandchildren!"

Arga was sucked in the water he had just drunk, his face reddened, between shame and being sucked.

"Slowly, mas! Asked how tense it is." Lala Cibir.

"Mother's with Lala, what the hell. Arga Sama Aya is still in the process, the process of introduction."

"Wow.. This is already four months of marriage but is still in the introductory stage???" Lala never thought to see the progress of the love story of her beloved sister.

"What is a normal man, aren't you?" His mother doubted him now.

Arga rolled his eyes puffed up, he let out a rough sigh.

"This guy's a normal guy, but Aya still needs time, ma'am! Arga can't force him. Aya it's not a child, she must have her own considerations." Bela Arga's.

"Patience, my mom. Tighten your fight!" Said Lala cheering.

"Mother just hope, you live in harmony, love each other and immediately given a baby. Mom and Dad are old, it's time to hold grandchildren." Please her mother's caving to Arga.

"Yes mom, aamiin. Thanks for everything. Never forget to pray for us." Arga was moved, a hint of guilt squeezing in his chest. He did not know how to quickly conquer Aya.

While in one corner of the room, Aya heard almost all of their conversations. Slowly Aya turned back to the room. He did not want anyone to know his presence there.

Aya threw her body on the mattress, she buried her face on the pillow, crying loudly but not so loud because of blocked pillows. I don't know how to handle myself. He doesn't know his own feelings.

Aya feels to be the wife who does not know herself, a man as good as Arga is already in front of her, a man who wants to be patient to suppress his nafs* just to make Aya comfortable.

The sound of the door opening made Aya stop her crying, not wanting to be caught Arga, she pretended to sleep.

A hand stroked his shoulders, and repaired the child's hair on his forehead.

"Yes, wake! Eat first we pray dhuhur."

"Hmmmm.." Aya was lazy to wake up but she also did not feel good to wake Arga like this.

Aya shook her head throwing her gaze in the other direction.

Arga cupped Aya's cheek with both hands. One finger of his thumb rubbed the corner of his eye.

"You can't lie the same. I know you are crying. Same story, what makes you cry? Did you make a mistake? I asked for ma-"

Aya immediately grabbed Arga's lips, forget about her fears, forget about her pride, forget about her embarrassment, forget all the thoughts that prevented her from welcoming her happiness. Let him be selfish at this time, let him taste the sweetness of his current married life.

Arga is tense, it is now he who is not ready to find Aya to be aggressive to him. He did not enjoy playing their lips that felt stiff, he was engrossed in thinking why Aya like this?

Finally Aya took off her pagutan and hid in Arga's arms. The shame is back. Moreover, Arga did not return the kiss.

Arga smiled as she gently stroked Aya's long hair. "Kok stop kissing her? Though mas still want long kissed Aya." Arga smirked in satisfaction at teasing Aya.

Aya just shook her head in Arga's arms, even tighter her embrace. For quite a long time they hugged like that, it seemed like none of them had any intention of letting go.

"Bag.."

"Hmmm.."

"Bag.."

"Yes, unfortunately Arga."

"I'm sorry."

"For?" Arga finally broke their embrace. Aya's face bowed, she was embarrassed to see Arga.

Aya shook her head.

"Hey.look at the mas first." Said Arga lifting Aya's face by pushing her chin up.

Aya did not dare to look Arga in the eyes, she was too embarrassed to look at him after his ridiculous behavior earlier.

"Look mas dong, he said he wanted to apologize, but I don't know Aya wrong what mas same mas." Arga tried fishing.

Aya was still not strong enough to endure her embarrassment, indeed she did not have any more face to meet Arga. He hugged Arga again.

"Uluh.uluh.ten.his favorite wife Arga has been addicted to being hugged by her husband. Gemsshhhh!" Arga grinned, he is so happy at the moment.

"Mas Arga's.. Aya's embarrassed." Her great-grandchild.

"So why? Same with my own husband."

"But Aya remains ashamed of the same mas, now Aya does not want to see Arga mas! Ma.. I mean Aya not that, ma.I mean Aya. ah. Anyway Aya is now ashamed of the same mas!" Said Aya pouting but sounded so spoiled in Arga's ears.

"Mas glad that Aya is like this, often well!" Finally, Arga's laughter came off after a long time he held her back.

"Sorry!" Arga tried to swallow her laugh, fearing Aya was angry at him.

"Mas is really happy, can you feel my heart beating right now?"

Aya nodded, she could feel the heartbeat of Arga who had jumped up and down inside her chest. But that is what makes Aya feel comfortable in Arga's arms.

"Dear dear Arga!"

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