The Love Ship Ayana

Chasing Arga

"I love you because the whole universe united to help me find you."

paulo Coelho - Paulo

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Aya stared softly at all the dishes on the table. His tears had already caved in, the feeling of longing smashed all over his sanity. His efforts to hate and forget Arga made him drown in the darkness of his soul.

At times like this, it was only felt how meaningful the presence of Arga had been. Her always successful twists and turns make Aya cranky-ketir itself relieve the vibrations it produces, there is always a warm, intoxicating noise when Arga touches it.

Only now did Aya realize that Arga's presence had a tremendous effect on her life.

Aya shrinks her tears, she grabs her phone and searches for Arga's contact number there, many times she tries to call him but Arga's number cannot be reached. Aya started to worry.

"The coal!" He remembered Bara then calling him, but his call was not raised either.

There was the sound of the door opening, then a while later Fira appeared.

"Mother boss, Mr. Arga nitip greetings to the boss."

"Where is Mas Arga now, Fir?"

"Anu ma'am boss, Mr. Arga has already flown to Korea."

"What?" Aya is shocked why Arga just left without saying goodbye to her. Is that worthless as he's in Arga's eyes?

"Sir Arga apologizes, there are urgent matters that cannot be left behind. Mr. Arga nitip bu boss same me, the boss mom should be fine here, otherwise my life is at stake." Said Fira exaggerating the threat of Mr. Arga earlier.

Aya's heart melos, she is confused how to deal with her current situation. He only realized how empty life had no backrest, while his heart was weak did not know who to complain to.

He glanced at the watch in his hand, at 11 p.m., might still be able to get the last flight.

"Fir, book me a ticket after Arga!"

"But-"

"Message right now!" Aya firmly does not want to be denied.

Fira goes awry, her career is in the hands of the strange married couple. Yeah, weird! According to Fira they are a strange married couple, in love with each other but it looks complicated. Si Aya continued to sulk, the Mr. Arga panicked every time his wife was in this mode. If it is difficult to sit together, talk carefully. Does he say there are no problems that can not be finished in bed?

"You want, tomorrow night at 10 can fly." Fira said after a few seconds playing both his thumbs above his smartphone screen.

"Is there no morning or afternoon flight?"

"Nobody, that's the fastest, the other at 12pm so it's morning around 5 there. If I advice to leave at 12 pm, or do not need to go there, I'm afraid punished boss because he has nitip lo to me."

Placed..

Inevitably a tablespoon drifted towards Fira but only mentally near the tip of his foot.

"Gue don't want to know, anyway I have to chase Arga mas as soon as possible!" Aya no longer wanted to be debated let alone denied. The look in his eyes showed a firmness and a strong desire.

"OK.oke.lo calm down, I'll arrange it, but. just for your information; when I get to Seol, I'll arrange it, you will not be able to meet Mr. Arga immediately because tomorrow afternoon he will leave for the city of Geoje."

"Wait for me to check first.." again Fira's hand moved agilely over her smartphone screen.

"Mmmm. sorry Yes, if you look at the Tralala application there is no." Said Fira while showing her phone screen to Aya.

"Yes, you set everything up, if for example father and mother nanyain, you say if we both suddenly have to fly to Korea so no time to say goodbye." Said Aya then passed to her room.

*****

Arga glanced at the elegant circular watch in his hand. Soon the plane will soon take off but Aya's phone still can not be contacted. Arga was really very frustrated at the moment, he was trying to calm and strengthen his heart. Hoping that after this work was done he could immediately go home to meet Aya and fix everything.

Before long the sound of the microphone makes a call so that passengers to Seol, immediately get on the plane. With heavy steps Arga brought his legs one by one to the plane. Lost hope of seeing the face and or just hearing the voice of Aya. A sense of tightness pierced his nerves, but now is not the time to be weak. He must be strong, will man not be stronger when he comes into contact with the harsh realities he thinks?

Arga tried to close his eyes, but unfortunately could not. The shadow of Aya's beautiful and shady face continued to loom in her eyes. If possible, of course Arga wants Aya to always be beside him.

Thinking about what Aya was doing right now?

Have you been to the apartment or home?

Is Aya okay?

Did Aya think of Arga like Arga thought of her?

Does Arga miss him like he misses him?

Is there a love that roils like the surge of Arga's love for her?

All felt faint, one small mistake that accidentally had tremendous damage in his household. Arga is not a saint, he is just a cold man who is handsome and much liked by women. But he never took advantage of that advantage to play women. He never responded to the confessions of love from the women who approached him. Arga's attitude is firm, there is not a single woman who he PHP. If anyone feels, it's just his feelings.

Imelda!

The girl is their neighbor in Seoul. When they were children, Imelda's father was the Indonesian Ambassador to Korea. But after his term ended, they still spend more time living in Seoul than in Indonesia.

From a small Imelda very idolized Arga, their age was 3 years. Arga only thinks of him as a sister, never more. And because after all Imelda was not her sibling so after adulthood Arga gave a very clear distance between them.

Maybe because it has been influenced by the lifestyle outside so that when Imelda saw Arga spontaneously she immediately hugged him. Arga was really sorry about that. Is it hard to avoid? Why he had to be dumbfounded to make Aya think that Arga is very welcome to any woman who wants to embrace him.

Instantly Arga felt disgusted at herself. What kind of husband is he who so easily can be hugged by another woman in front of his wife? What does his wife think of him?

A junkie?

Cheap guy?

Arga ruffled her hair in frustration, she had already fallen in love with Aya, she had already married him, no more words of retreat, no more words of regret. Pens have been raised, they are met by fate and Arga will hold fast to his destiny.

Arga was greeted by a thin drizzle in the skies of Incheon International Airport, although the summer air is still left, but in the early hours like this, still, the coldness penetrates through the pores to the bones.

Arga close his jacket, there is a driver from the Geoje Shipyard waiting for him. They then rushed to the hotel which was close to the company's headquarters.

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