Chick Intern And Duda Cool
Chapter 230 Affection
“Mas Arya if angry really fierce. The cold is beating the north pole. It looks so much like papa. Fortunately I inherited my mother, more alive, more cheerful, but hers, why women even prefer the type like Arya mas anyway.”, Ibas vent to speak for himself in his car.
He was a little disappointed that Arya told him to go home. Finally Ibas really stayed at the hotel. It's too late to go home. He was afraid of arriving home late and was instead questioned by papa and mama. In fact, he had already said he wanted to stay at Arya's apartment. It is much closer to the office than it is from home.
“So much Pity Dinda. In fact, if only I had stayed there, Arya's anger could have decreased a little. Hm. kira - think Dinda can overcome the cold bear it is not, yes.”, Ibas choose a hotel located close to his office.
“Wait. Not that I can ask for the password of the Arya mas apartment, why do I have to pay dearly to stay at the hotel.”, said Ibas just realized, but he was actually already inside the hotel lobby.
“Hm? Ibas saw someone in the hotel lobby. Isn't that Sarah's mom? Hm? The right my eyes?”, asked Ibas to make sure to return by approaching but hiding behind a pole so as not to be seen.
“It's really a strange position. Why am I hiding instead, am I the one who made a mistake?”, thought Ibas saw his standing position that looks like a person who settles.
“While it was clear - clearly it should be Mba Sarah who was ashamed to meet me. Wait, but what's he doing at the hotel alone? Oh.. Oh. Oh, he's not alone. Who is it?”, asked Ibas talking to himself.
Initially, Ibas only saw Sarah coming out of the elevator which was at 1 o'clock from where she was standing at this time. Fortunately, there is an ornamental tree that can cover its existence so that Sarah is not aware of it.
Apparently, after Sarah walked a few steps, someone came from the other elevator. Ibas thought they didn't know each other, but then he talked to Sarah.
For some reason, Ibas had the feeling to photograph the scenery he saw at that time. I don't know, he's confused too. He was curious.
Ibas expressed his intention to stay at this hotel. He finally came out and contacted Arya.
“Mas, I can stay at Arya's apartment? It's too late to be home at this hour. Mas Arya wants something to happen with me.”, Ibas persuaded.
Ibas can ask Arya for money easily or borrow goods. But, Ibas is rarely allowed and allowed to stay in Aryan apartments. Privacy place he said.
“Are you in town? People also think - think want to kidnap you.”, usually these are the words that will be said by Arya if Ibas says a sentence like that.
“***12”\, But\, Arya actually answered directly by mentioning her apartment password and then closed her phone.
The astonished Ibas could only look at his cell phone.
“Tumben once he did this. Hah.it looks like Dinda's in big trouble. Fix, Arya mas is angry.”, said Ibas.
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Dinda tried to chew the food. He didn't touch the rice at all. He just took a little bit of soup in a bowl. Dinda looked back at Arya sitting on the sofa. Eyes closed. Whether really asleep or just pretending to sleep.
Dinda bit her lower lip. He noticed the food on the table. Nothing makes him appetite. Dinda looked again at the fruit.
‘Maybe I can try eating this.’, Dinda said in her heart.
He tried a few pieces.
‘No, I cannot swallow all this.’, thought Dinda inwardly.
Uak uak.Dinda massaged his temple. Uak uak.. uhuk uhuk.
Arya got up from her seat.
“Why are you?”, asked Arya surprised.
Dinda shook her head.
“I can't eat.”, says Dinda. His voice was like restrained.
He's not strong.
“But I can't.”, said Dinda putting her spoon on the table.
“How can I swallow all this if Arya mas just act cold to me.”, her tears come down again. His eyes are swollen.
Arya knows she's wrong. A few hours ago, he was worried about the girl. But, just because of his selfishness, his sense of emotion, he behaved like this.
“Ya already if you do not want to eat.”, said Arya about to clean the table.
Dinda pulls Arya's arm. He has no energy but still tries to pull Arya closer to him. Arya knows. Without Dinda's energy boost, Arya is just trying to follow where the pull is.
He approached.
Dinda hugged Arya. The difference in height because Dinda was also on the bed makes the girl only managed to hug a part of Arya's body. She held it tight and cried - so it was there. Closing and crying.
Dinda hasn't said anything.
“Mas Arya, please, don't be like this. I beg. I can't. If Arya is angry. Just mad. If Arya is disappointed, just say so. Don't treat me with this cold attitude. I can't. I don't know. I don't get it. I want Arya's mas now. But Arya didn't hug me one bit. Hm?”, Dinda raised her face trying to catch her husband's face.
Dinda knew there was a time when she had to apologize. And there was a time when he had to express his opinion. But this time, he knew, above all the egos, there was a time when he gave up because Arya was too.
Dinda poured out all her feelings at this time through that meaningful look at Arya, her husband.
“Mas..”, Dinda again called Arya softly.
Arya closed her eyes. He can't bear. He's worried. She's upset. He's disappointed too. But, she loved him.
Arya cupped the face of Dinda who wanted to go back down. The man lowered his body so that it could be aligned with him. Arya kisses those lips softly. Longtime. A kiss under the bright moonlight outside that enters through the ventilation gap of the room lamp that was dimmed.
Dinda dropped all her tears while feeling the soft touch of Arya holding her hand.
“Please, don’t make me ever lose my heart again. You know how worried I am. These limp feet wait for how you are in for hours. This clenched hand held back the emotion of not beating the man. This thought continues to regret why I do not insist for us to just say our true relationship.”, said Arya.
“Could not you not continue - continued to make me worried. You can not be more assertive on every thing, every decision, and every opportunity where you really have to do it.”, continued Arya again.
“Hn..”, Dinda nodded while crying.
Arya slipped her fingers in Dinda's hair and stroked her back head.
“We'll talk again tomorrow. Now you rest. Drinkies? You nausea can't eat?”, asked Arya.
Dinda nodded.
“Swipe a little.”, saysArya.
“Hn?”, Dinda confused.
Arya then tidied up the table, took down the food that was still there and folded it back. Arya then folded the handle on one of the edges of the mattress and climbed onto it. He broke down his body and pulled Dinda in his arms.
“Sorry if that's how I get angry.”, said Arya kissed Dinda's forehead sticky.
“I have nothing to do with Mr. Dika. I just can't resist...”, Dinda's words aren't finished yet and Arya's already cut it.
“Hn.. I know you are not like that.”, said Arya.