Diamond Girl
Chapters 16. Time together

The morning sunlight that pierced through the lattice of the bedroom window kept Alya awake. He blinked and slowly opened his eyes. His gaze hit two buttons on the open Arga pajama, where Alya's body now lies on its side with one hand on top of the man's chest.

Slowly Alya's face looked up, a smile on his lips. Arga lay on his back with one hand on his head, his breathing down and up regularly. A few strands of his curly hair fell over his forehead. Although it looks a little messy, but still can not reduce the good looks it has.

Following his instincts, the tip of Alya's fingers stretched out and touched the hair on Arga's forehead. Then it descended slowly following the outline of his face, his pointed nose and stopped at his firm and lingering lip line there.

“When you sleep like this, you still look so handsome.” Alya's whisper was slow, and involuntarily thrust her head closer to Arga's chest that was still asleep.

Alya's movements apparently disturbed Arga's sleep. The man moved his hand to hug Alya's arm and then turned his face, until the tip of his nose was in the hoard of Alya's hair and Alya's face was stuck to his chest. Warm breath Arga who touched his hair and cheeks, immediately made Alya pursed his shoulders with a pounding heart.

“Hem, fragrance.” Arga muttered still with her eyes closed, she tightened her arms and stuck her face in Alya's hair.

Holy hooch! Alya gasped and pulled away quickly, waking up to what she had done. He fell asleep in Arga's room from last night and woke up this morning with his body lying in Arga's arms.

“What's up?” asked Arga with a hoarse voice and eyes twitching confusedly. He awakens due to Alya's sudden movements that surprise him. “Be careful, Ay!” he held back and sat straight up his back.

Alya who woke up in a hurry, almost fell tripping over her own legs. Luckily he was still able to hold his body and hold on to a nearby closet shelf.

“I have to go back to my room immediately,” said Alya, without waiting for Arga's reply he rushed out of there.

The man smiled at the dikulum while resting his hair, then rubbed his face. It was still morning, Arga laid her body back while pulling the pillow that Alya had used earlier. Burning her face for a moment, feeling the distinctive scent that Alya left there and hugging her in the chest.

The clock on the wall pointed at the number 7, but Alya was still lying quietly in her room. He peered into the next room and saw Arga asleep hugging a pillow. Instantly her face flushed red, imagining her being hugged by Arga.

The day after their departure abroad, after being delayed by a few days because Arga gave Alya a chance to meet his mother. Seeing the condition of her mother who improved after surgery, Alya so no longer worry excessive to travel for a long time.

Ah, I better take care of the things I have to bring tomorrow, Alya thought. Until he forgot to look at Arga in his room, even though the clock has pointed to the number 9 in the morning. The sound of a broomstick that moves in rhythm in the yard next to the house jolts Alya's preoccupation. He rushed back to Arga's room, but did not find the man there.

“Master!” call Alya. He wandered around the house, but still did not see Arga. And the wheelchair that the man used was near the exit to the back garden of the house.

“Non, Mr. Arga again in the gazebo near the edge of the lake.” The housekeeper told me where Arga was.

“Iya, thank you, Bik.” Sahut Alya and immediately ran to meet Arga there. He saw that the man was sitting half-lying on a long chair made in such a way as to resemble a single bed, was staring at the beautiful scenery of the lake in front of him. “Master, why not call me if you want to come here?”

Arga turned his head, smiling at the arrival of Alya who appeared with an anxious look on his face. He waved his hand, asking Alya to sit on one of the benches nearby.

“Certain, Sir can? Difficult not the way to use the tool?” alya asked, looking at the stick that was leaning next to Arga's arm.

“Still kagok, Ay. Understandably still not used to it, armpits I also feel quite painful.” Reveal Arga, he pressed the base of his arm that felt sore also massaged his thigh slowly.

“Sini let me help massage,” said Alya volunteered, and Arga gladly accepted it. He shifted his body slightly, giving Alya a place. “Wait a minute, I take lotion first.”

Alya ran inside the house, then came back again with lotion in her hands. “Let's not be upset,” said Alya, then asked Arga to take off his shirt.

“My shoulder is also sore, Ay. Pretty far to walk here earlier,” said Arga, while slowly pounding his thigh with the edge of his palm. He did not know that his speech made Alya become misbehaved and had an effect on the massage in his hands. “Aow, pain Ay.”

“If that one let Mr who massages himself.” Alya answered with flushed cheeks, and involuntarily pressed firmly at the base of Arga's arm.

“Iya, I just want to tell you.” Arga replied while mesem, realizing that Alya was ashamed to hear his words.

When the housekeeper offered them breakfast at the dinner table, Arga asked to be taken to the gazebo. Both of them had breakfast while enjoying the beautiful view of the lake.

Arga then took Alya fishing to the lake house on the dock, and a trip to the place as well as for training for Arga. Although he continued to grimace and often asked to stop, but Arga never gave up.

“If my legs were normal, not for five minutes we would have been on the dock.” Arga said, making Alya who was walking slowly beside him smile to hear him.

“Master can definitely walk normally again, as long as you are diligent in practicing and routine treatment as recommended by doctor.” Alya responded.

“If it happens to me, the first thing I will do is carry you on my back and carry you running along this lake.” Said Arga while looking at Alya, making the lady stunned looking back at him.

I will be patient waiting for that day to happen, whispered Alya's heart.

They reached the dock, Arga asked to rest and immediately dropped his bo kong on the long sofa that was there. Alya laughed looking at him, without hesitation he helped rub the sweat that condensed on Arga's forehead and neck.

Arga may have rejected her, but now she gladly receives all the attention Alya has given her. And on that precious occasion, they enjoy time together. Arga teaches Alya how to fish, and Alya lets Arga hug her body from the side.

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