The Love Ship Ayana

Blank Nonsense

Imam Shafi'i

"The eyes are not closed

When all eyes are asleep

About the issues that will happen

Or it won't happen

Beware of worry

Which is excessive on self

Because it can make you

crazy unconscious

Truly, the Most Dear God

Who protected you before

Will protect you tomorrow,

whatever happens"

*****

Arga hurriedly came out of his study, without returning Fira's greeting to him, he immediately rushed into the elevator. Getting out of the elevator, he just doesn't care about anyone who greets him. What was on his mind at this moment was immediately getting in front of Aya.

He took his sports motorbike which he deliberately stored in the office, for urgent needs like today, riding a motorcycle is the best choice compared to a car. The streets of Jakarta are so crowded can take time that can make old on the streets.

In less than 20 minutes, Arga had arrived at the Hospital and parked his motorbike in a parking lot near the ER. Entering the lobby of the ER, he asked the nurse who was standing there where the orthopedic section was. After getting his infornment, he rushed to look for Aya's room.

Without knocking on the door, Arga just opened the door.

"Darling..." Arga nyelonong entered near Aya and without hesitation hugged Aya possessive.

Aya's eyes widened, the problem is that currently there are three nurses accompanying her to lunch. Aya sure Arga saw them earlier but carelessly Arga hugged her shamelessly like this. Aya felt unsightly with a questionable look by the three pairs of eyes in front of her. Aya's marriage has not been recognized by many people in the Hospital.

"Ekkhmmmh..Doctor Aya, very friendly."

"Yes, so I want to."

"Where's her boyfriend another handsome doctor, a Korean artist passing by."

The three of them were busy whispering while giggling continuing to spend the food they ate with Aya's doctor. Aya could still hear their chatter. He is a little distracted because they think Arga is his girlfriend. Ah, he just realized that his marriage has not been known, while Arga still does not want to take off his embrace.

"Mas.already hugged him, embarrassed. There's someone else here." Aya tries to unravel Arga's embrace and reminds Arga that it's not just the two of them in this room.

With a rough sigh, Arga took off her embrace but not caring about the presence of the other three people in the room, she only focused on Aya.

"Sorry, this is my husband. Kenalin, Arga's mas."

"Good day, Mr. Arga." Their words in unison and answered a nod with a thin smile on the edge of Arga's lips. Because it felt bad to be a mosquito repellent in the room doctor Aya, finally the three of them hurriedly tidied up the remnants of his food and then permission to leave the exit.

"Excuse me doctor, excuse me Mr. Arga."

Aya simply nodded at them with a wry smile from feeling bad about them.

Aya walked towards the washbasin then washed her hands, after which she approached Arga who was sitting on Aya's desk.

"Here!" Arga extended her right hand to Aya and was greeted by Aya.

"Why are you here?"

"Why were you crying? You know, every time you cry, it makes the chest tight. I don't like to see you cry!" Aya shook her head, she felt no need to explain why she was crying.

Arga carries both hands to the back of Aya's body, not hugging but she imposes Aya perfectly in her mastery.

"Mas love you, without any conditions, so never be burdened by your feelings. Heum?"

Aya nodded with a smile. A smile that looks so sweet that it can penetrate to the heart of Arga's heart.

"Mas sure, here and here," Arga pointed to Aya's chest and head. "I only live there." Arga grinned confidently.

Again Aya just smiled and then took her eyes the other way, Arga was right and Aya was still ashamed to admit it.

Arga pulled Aya's body closer, their faces only stayed about 5cm away, inevitably Aya also stared fixedly into the bead of Arga's eyes. Their gazes were locked together, diving into each other to the deepest place, no one wanted to escape from each other's sight.

Somehow, their foreheads and noses had already stuck together, their roars of breath snatching at each other into one. Aya closed her eyes, Arga tilted her head slightly, their lips began to meet, mutually taste between the two. Dissolve in the intoxicating sensation that over time wants to demand more and more.

The world seems to stop spinning, as if everything is just centered on feeling like each other, having each other and needing each other.

"Astaghfirullah's.."

Alya's voice immediately threw them into awareness of the cradle of love that had mastered their minds.

Arga and Aya let go of each other despite feeling unwilling. The atmosphere was very awkward, getting caught by Alya was really embarrassing for Aya.

"No, there's a hotel up ahead, stay nyebrang doang. This is the Hospital, if you forget."

Arga was just a lazy cue responding to Alya's comments. He's still like someone who just experienced jetlag. There was a difficult feeling to muffle Arga when touching Aya earlier. Another different feeling that Arga just felt.

While Aya chose to sit back to her seat of greatness also ignored Alya's comments.

"So I've been told this story?" Alya asked a one-on-one glance at Arga and Aya yet they both pretended not to care.

"Good, really gini well if the first person is in love to meet his neighbor." Alya shook her head. He felt astonished at the married couple in front of him at this moment.

"OK, it seems like my current presence is not considered. Please continue the activities, but at least the door is locked, but my advice is to check in the hotel there because it is a distance if you have to go home or to Aya's apartment." Alya laughed out loud and straight out of the room Aya left the two of them who were overwhelmed with awkwardness from remembering their madness earlier.

"Yes.."

"Mas Arga's.."

Say them simultaneously. Aya blushed shyly turning her chair facing the window. Arga stepped closer to Aya.

"It looks like Alya's idea is good, aren't you thinking?" Arga said in Aya's ear.

Aya stiffened, she was very embarrassed at the moment and Arga instead discussed it again. It seemed like Aya was starting to have difficulty breathing, the air in this room was already hot and it didn't seem like it was enough for the two of them. A cold sweat poured down his forehead, he could feel small streams sliding down his back skin.

Arga turned Aya's chair facing her then bent her legs and knelt in front of Aya. Arga threw her sweetest smile to Aya.

"You want to start everything with me? Me, you and our children!" Arga looked expectantly at Aya.

Aya hesitated.

"I'm afraid mas, I haven't been able to promise much of the same mas, but I'll learn to accept mas from now on." A smile emanated from Arga's face.

"It's ok, honey! A little fear is also important in order to be introspective. Just don't be too late to remember the past. Let's just say that all that is just nonsense that has passed into memories that will never be repeated in our households. You must convince yourself that the painful past should not be allowed to return, especially if it becomes an obstacle for you to achieve your own happiness. I'm not your father, you're not your mother. We all walk on our own destiny." Arga tightened his grip on Aya's hand and was also meticulously reciprocated by Aya.

"Thank you for that." Aya hugged Arga full of haru. One burden feels off at this time. It makes her feel so good to look at tomorrow.

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