The Love Ship Ayana

Husband Easygoing

Aya was surprised, her legs felt stiff and could not be moved. His body trembled, his eyes hotly resisting the coils of waves of urgent pain feeling wanting to break.

Arga, the man he had been trying to fight so far, the man who made a bunch of longs to root from the bottom of his trough to the top of the sky, that man!

Arrhggghhh...

Look at him, how his smile never escaped while chatting with a beautiful woman in front of him despite looking aged, but the gesture Arga's body was so flexible to respond to him.

His heart was in turmoil, was it possible that his guess was indeed true? Arga is not a nice guy, Arga is nothing more than a lazy man who suddenly picked up his father to be her husband.

Once again his eyes penetrated into Arga's view, for a moment they were both fixated and dissolved in each other's minds. When the consciousness hit him, Aya turned around and passed away just like that.

Aya ran in no direction, she just kept following where her footsteps took her. His heart was broken to pieces. There's no point in fighting for Arga. As long as from the beginning he did not allow himself to fall into this marriage trap, he should not have let Arga into his heart if he had to finally feel this kind of pain.

Aya's steps stopped at a park that was quite quiet but filled with colorful lights. The atmosphere was so calm, unfortunately his heart was rumbling to blow up all his feelings.

Aya cried silently, only tears kept faithfully wetting her cheeks, as if she was not willing to let Aya dissolve in her loneliness and sadness.

"Argaaaaa.you are evil, I hate you!" Speech vibrates. It was painful to say those words, beyond his pain to the current Arga.

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Arga who realized Aya's departure immediately wanted to pursue her, but for a moment her steps in Lili's mother's custody.

"Hey, where are you going?"

"Sorry, Miss Lili. I have to go first. Important!!!"

Without waiting for Lili's response, Arga immediately darted after Aya. Confused by losing track. Arga continued to pander and fro looking for Aya's whereabouts. Arga was sure Aya would not go far from here.

After some time walking and running looking for Aya, finally his eyes caught the figure of Aya sitting on a garden chair. Quickly Arga approached him, but the closer the more faintly heard by the words spoken by Aya.

"Aya hates Arga mas, Arga mas evil, Aya does not want to know him again."

Arga stood behind Aya, it felt like seeing Aya like this, wanted it to feel like Arga immediately took her into his arms, but he swallowed his desire. He wanted to give time for Aya to spill all her frustration on him.

The drizzle starts to come down, feeling smooth like cotton. Aya doesn't care, let this drizzle be her friend tonight. He is used to making out with loneliness, so let the drizzle this time accompany him.

Slowly Arga held his coat over Aya's head. Until the drizzle is thickened and feels wet to make the air feel cooler. Aya is not disturbed, if it must rain, let it be. Let the rain wipe away her tears.

It's strange! Aya felt strange now, she knew that the drizzle began to thicken and soon turned into rain, but why did not her head get wet?

Aya raised her head tilted looking upwards, a black suit paddling her. He turned his body slightly, his eyes now meeting Arga's eyes.

"Hate finished hating him? If you want to continue, then at the hotel." Cold Arga.

Aya stood up and hurried away from Arga. Arga was no less swift to follow Aya from behind and then he lifted Aya's body to his shoulders like lifting a sack of rice.

"Durunite!!!"

"No!"

"I said get off!!!" Snapped Aya with a body that kept wriggling.

"I hate you, get down!" Arga clings to his ears, whatever Aya wants to say. Arriving at the hotel, several pairs of eyes looked at them, but Arga did not want to bother, he continued to take his wife to his room.

Arga opened the door of his room and then locked it back, after which he immediately brought Aya into the bathroom, then sat on the closet. Arga filled the bathtup with warm water, not forgetting he added the aroma of therapy to it.

He then took the towel and gave it to Aya. Their clothes had gotten wet from earlier recalling the rain that started to fall when they returned to the hotel.

"Open your clothes and take a shower!" Arga Command.

Arga also casually took off all his clothes in front of Aya then headed to the shower and bathed there. Realizing Aya did not make any movement and just kept quiet from earlier, Arga then approached Aya.

"Are you off now, or am I taking it off?"

Arga's hand immediately held onto Aya's hijab and painstakingly opened the safety pin and several pentul needles there. Aya threw out her face. He was sick of seeing Arga's face.

"Just take care of yourself, I can take care of myself." Back Aya's eyes heated up, the liquid on her nose had already piled up in the sky of her nose.

Arga smiled discordantly, he then brought his lips closer to Aya's ears.

"You're mine, I can do anything I want." Arga's whisper with lips pressed against Aya's ears.

Aya bristled, there were thousands of butterflies flying in her stomach. His face flushed in embarrassment, his heart racing. Aya cursed the reaction of her body that was contrary to the will of her brain.

It does not feel Arga has opened all the clothes Aya and raised Aya's body into the bathtup.

"Wide, don't be long. The wind will come in!"

Arga then continued his bath and after that he went straight out.

Aya submerged her entire body into the bathtup, after 5 seconds, she re-emerged her body upwards.

Aya does not believe it, Arga is guilty of it but why is Arga even cold to her? In fact, on his face there was nothing to show guilt and regret.

Aya came out of the bathroom using only a small towel wrapped around her chest and an even smaller towel over her head. Arga himself has looked fresh by wearing only a black t-shirt and knee-length shorts.

"Here, put it on first. I just asked Mr. Hamdan to bring your stuff here." Said Arga giving her shirt to Aya.

Aya upset, "that thin shirt, can cover up what?" Aya complained in her heart but her hand still took the shirt and wore it quickly then directly into the blanket.

"Hey, don't sleep yet. This is me ordering food. You haven't eaten yet, have you? I haven't seen either. Let's eat." Arga stroked Aya's back under the covers.

"Wait for Mr. Hamand to bring my clothes."

"Well, that's wearing my shirt."

"Yes, the dress doesn't have any support. It's the same as lying." Said Aya pouting. While Arga tried to hold back his laughter because it managed to make Aya die of fleas like this.

"I don't use anything either papa Yes, in front of my own husband really." Goda Arga's. Aya opened the blanket that covered her face, her gaze sharply towards Arga.

"What husband? That cute husband?"

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