The Love Ship Ayana

Munchies

"According to your conscience, conscience is not a feeling, because feelings can still be deceiving. Conscience is something in you that even knows when you're insincere.

- Sujiwo Tejo -

*****

The clock has shown at 5 pm, but Fira and Bara have not found the right idea according to Arga. Fira was tired of looking for ideas via google, Bara was no less effort by showing some videos on youtube, but everything was nothing interesting for Arga.

"It's all just a setting, I need a more natural one." Reject Arga when Bara shows a video, even though this video has succeeded in making a Bara become a little mellow.

Arga's attention was distracted when his phone rang. Arga's forehead seemed wrinkled looking at the name of the caller that appeared on his phone screen.

"Hallo, Mr. Erik!" Reply Arga while pressing the loadspeaker button so that Bara and Fira can hear it.

"This sir, I'm sorry.I just want to remind you, tonight I have a flight to Korea to attend the first strike steel procession for our container ship building project at Geoje Shipyard, sir. I've called Fira's mother and Bara's sir but both of them I haven't been able to contact since." Erik said doubtfully.

Arga's face looks riled up. Without saying anything he turned off his phone connection and stared intently at Fira and Bara.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I.that's sir, anu.." Fira stutters not knowing what reason to make.

"It's not wrong Fira, I was the one who wanted to convey it directly to you but you are busy with your heart's business so it's finally forgetfulness." Bara replied casually, he chose not to be formal for the time being.

"Fuck you, Bar!" Arga punching the air unleashed his irritation on Bara. While Bara just put his shoulder no matter what.

"Let's go back to the office." Take it to Bara.

"You Fir, take my wife. Make sure he is okay during my stay. And one more thing, make something that can keep his heart entertained." Arga and Bara went out to the office.

The invitation from Geoje Shipyard came impromptu, he only found out this afternoon while the show will start the day after tomorrow. Arga needs time to fly to Seoul, then will continue the journey to the city of Geoje.

Arga's mind became branched at this time. On the one hand, he cannot leave Aya while they are in a misunderstanding, while on the other hand he must take responsibility and show his professional attitude in holding the trust of the company.

Arga could not do much, his number blocked Aya. He could only hope that Alya and Fira could help him straighten out this misunderstanding. His heart was devastated, leaving his wife in a state where there was a problem like this it felt unethical, there was another feeling that stuck.

Arga does not want to look like a cowardly man, when faced with problems in his household, he will run away from his responsibilities, no matter the pain of his wife, no matter the feelings of his wife. Arga is not that kind of man. Arga wants to be a husband that can be used as a place to lean by his wife, can be a place to share complaints, even he will be willing to be a samsak even if his wife really needs a place to vent his emotions.

Arga did not want to leave his wife in this emotional state, stepping out of the house before his wife's heart calmed down and forgiving him was very disturbing.

*****

Aya walked gontai towards her unit, she was like a living statue walking towards the elevator. The greeting from his apartment security guard he ignored. He was still mingled with his quarrel with Alya at the Hospital earlier.

Aya walked casually into her room, she did not care about Alya's sharp gaze that had been out since when she was in Aya's room.

"Where are you from?"

Aya ignored Alya's question, she was busy picking up some documents on her desk and was busy reading them.

"Yes, don't you hear me?"

Aya exhaled violently, her emotions felt like exploding but she could bear it from the beginning to see Alya's face.

"Lo can stay on my own no, Al!" Bentak Aya's. "One more time, from this moment I return your cousin to his family. I don't want to be in touch with him anymore!"

For the sake of anything in this world, Alya was stunned to hear Aya's statement. It really is not mindless with the way Aya faces her household problems.

"Lo crazy, Yeah! New problem gini doang elo already glare? Istighfar Yes, istighfar!!! Where is there a home that has no problem? You are mentally calm, nothing has exploded. If you are jealous, do not like your husband to be bullied by other women, yes taken by her husband, embraced, fought. It's not nothing you've taken off just yet."

"Why am I fighting cheap men like him?"

Alya bobbing head.

"Astaghfirullah, you slander, yes! You've gone too far with Arga. He's been nyariin you everywhere, worried elo, but it turns out that the feared even have his own thoughts are very shallow. I've known Nyesel, you know, yes."

Aya was only indifferent with with the expression of Alya's heart, she really did not want to hear anything at this moment.

"Now it's up to you, I'm also lazy to get involved in your household affairs. I just want to say, you are currently misunderstood, mas Arga never had another woman besides elo. Serah lo want to believe it or not, think well, do not let you are throwing away the most valuable things in your life just because of ego and emotions for a moment. You are married, no longer dating. Courtship people want to break up anytime they can, but getting married, if you want to stop means divorce, and I'll be the first person who won't know you again if you divorce with Arga mas." Alya directly walked out of Aya's room, she could no longer hold back her current emotions.

Flashback.

Aya opened the door of her unit, a dark atmosphere welcoming her arrival. He looked for a light switch and turned it on, he opened his flatshoes and threw them in any direction. Aya walked gontai towards her room, it felt like there was no spirit and passion for life anymore. A hint of hope rose in her heart, wishing Arga was here to greet her, calm her down and give her warm hugs. Unfortunately, it turns out that Arga's struggle to apologize to him is only this limited. Then how did he fight for Arga who did not want to fight for him???

His eyes caught a postcard on the nightstand, he picked it up and opened it.

"SORRY!" A big written word there, he was sure it was from Arga. Aya walked to the bathroom, she found the bathtub was filled with warm water with the surface filled with rose petals. The soothing aroma filled all the bathroom space.

After almost an hour Aya spent in the bathroom, she headed to the kitchen and there was already her favorite food and cake.

A postcard bearing the words "I LOVE YOU" perched between the food and the dishes were arranged there.

Aya's eyes were heating up, this was not what she wanted, she wanted Arga to be here, now, right now!!!

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