Diamond Girl
Chapters 17. Promise of heart

The weather was good that day. The wind blows cool and the sunlight looks friendly to nature, not as bright as yesterday. The water in the lake also looks calm, it is very suitable for fishing. After getting a lot of lessons on fishing techniques from Arga, Alya impatiently wanted to try straight away.

Arga started to prepare the equipment, split it into two parts for her and Alya then took her to the edge of the dock. It didn't feel like they had been there for more than an hour. Arga sat quietly on his stool with a joran in hand, next to him was a medium-sized bucket of fish.

Not far from her, Alya did the same. With a fishing rod in hand he sat his back against a warm wooden board with both feet dangling. His shoulder-length hair was fluttering in the wind. Only difference, the bucket next to Alya is still empty because his bait does not also get a fish shot.

“Looks like I'm not really talented at fishing. Sir look, not a single fish is interested in eating my bait.” Said Alya turned his face with pursed lips, he then pulled his finger out and threw it back.

“Sabar,” says Arga with a smile. “Wait a minute, You will definitely get it.”

“Hopefully,” reply Alya, smile wryly. It takes a lot of patience to do this one hobby, in addition to the will and the main thing is calmness. And Alya felt, just today he did just that.

Twenty minutes passed, no change and Alya grew bored. He stood up, but the net in his hand suddenly tightened. Looks like this time there was a fish snatching his bait. Down there the water looks surging. Alya held the fishing rod under her armpits and slowly twisted the fishing line. “Master, look! I got it.”

“Strike!” yelled Arga while giving her thumbs up.

Alya laughed, he refocused with the joran in his hand. One powerful jolt on his fishing line took Alya by surprise and he felt the net in his hand slip from his hand and fall into the lake. “Tidaak!”

Not wanting to lose his first fish, Alya immediately threw himself into the lake and tried to take his fish. He swam quickly and managed to get his finger, then swam to the edge.

“Oh My God!” Arga stared in disbelief, seeing Alya desperately throwing herself. He tried to stand by the wall beside him, and yelled angrily at the girl. “What do you do, quickly go up!”

Alya managed to reach the edge of the lake, laying down for a moment there with a stupefied breath. He could hear Arga's angry screams at him, but he didn't. Alya stood up and walked over with a joran in hand, her body soaked and dirty hair full of sand.

Joran in his hand twitched, apparently the fish was still stuck at the end of the hook. Alya took it off while muttering indistinctly as the fish continued to wriggle away trying to escape. Alya arrived at the top of the pier and showed his first fishing on Arga.

“Master, look. I managed to get it,” said Alya proudly, her voice sounding vibrating.

“You think I'd love to hear it!” arga shouted riled at the sight of Alya soaking wet, her face full of anxiety. He knew the lake was very cold. Now the girl's body seemed to be shaking with cold. “You endanger yourself by jumping into a lake only to take back your fallen fishing rod.”

“This is my first fish, how could I just let go after waiting for hours here.” Reply Alya, looking at Arga with throbbing lips and then switch to staring at the fish in his hands that gasp with his mouth open.

Unable to see the little creature continue to thrash, Alya catapulted him back into the lake. “I just want to show you, Sir. But it seems you don't like to see it.”

The corner of Arga's lips twitched, he tried to hold back his smile. Alya's face looks clear when removing the fish results of his fishing. Now that the girl was standing on her back, her wet clothes clung tightly to the pale skin of her body and printed her body shape clearly. Arga could also clearly see the shadow behind the wet clothes Alya was wearing. Unable to be prevented, something within him wriggled tensely.

Alya flinched and regained her senses, her face instantly heating up. The memories of helping Arga take a bath that time flashed through his mind. Looking at the same eyes, Alya realized that he had reawakened the man's passion for her. Something behind his pants seemed to be sticking out. Alya's face turned red. Arga was only injured in one eye and the left leg, although sitting in a wheelchair did not mean he was numb.

Alya unconsciously folded her hands in front of her chest, stepped back slowly and hid behind the door until now Arga could only see her face. “Master, I have to change my clothes.”

“So much better,” sahut Arga fast. “Finally you realize also what you've done it makes other people anxious.” And your appearance like that makes my heart pounding ungodly, Arga added in his heart.

Alya was stunned for a moment, not expecting to make Arga anxious. He quickly returned home and began to clean up. An hour later he was ready with himself and returned to meet Arga at the pier house.

The smell of grilled fish filled the room when Alya arrived there, he saw Arga sitting relaxed while flipping through the fish on the grill. Alya's saliva rose instantly, he immediately squatted down beside Arga and pinched the small grilled fish that had matured on the plate.

It felt so good, Alya repeated it again and again made Arga laugh to see it. “Drink first, You'll choke if you eat like that.”

Alya turned her head and took a drinking glass from Arga's hand. “Thank you.”

Arga finished his work, they both ate food. As the day grew, they returned home. Arga still tried to walk on crutches, although Alya forbade it. Sweat splashed on his handsome face, staying half way to their house Arga collapsed falling to the ground and panic Alya.

“Capek Ay, my leg hurts.” Arga grimaced while holding her thigh, without saying much Alya ran into the house and came back by pushing Arga's wheelchair and helped her sit there.

“Honestly, I don't want to be a burden to you. I tried to do it myself, I tried hard to be able to walk again without having to use a wheelchair and this!” maki Arga while hitting the wheelchair, but Alya flinch and continues to push the wheelchair.

Right in front of the entrance, Alya stopped. He walked around and squatted in front of Arga. “Master has never been a burden to me, Master is my helper god. What would be the fate of my mother without the help of the Lord all this time.”

He stared at the handsome face that was looking down in lethargy, lifted him with one hand. Alya was stunned looking at the corner of Arga's dewy eyes.

“You know, I want to walk normally again, I want to be able to run and carry you on my back. Can you live up to my expectations by staying by my side?”

Without hesitation Alya nodded, “I promise you that you will devote my life to you,”.

“I don't want you to do it because you feel indebted to me,” said Arga again, and he couldn't help himself when Alya shook his head in response. Both of his hands cupped Alya's face, and with the full gentleness that he had Arga kissed Alya's old forehead.

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