Diamond Girl
Chapter 21. Special breakfast breakfast
Alya stood glued to look at the handsome face of Arga who was sleeping on the bed. Next to the man's hand was on the side of his face and next to him again infiltrated under his pillow. Part of his hair dangled to his forehead, and the top two open pajamas revealed his fielded chest.
It felt like touching that face and rubbing her hair, sleeping and lying next to her while hugging her body. Unfortunately it did not dare to do, Alya knew enough by just looking at him. Despite having spent a lot of time together, Arga always treated him well and never crossed the line even though they had legally become a couple.
Arga's phone blinks, signaling there is a re-entry message and manages to distract Alya. He glanced, but did not move from where he stood.
You must have lied to me about that one. I still can't believe you married that woman, she doesn't deserve to be with you.
I know you're hiding something from me. But still I can't believe your story, you're just looking for an excuse to get away from me. Getting married to that woman is a funny and very absurd reason, because I know she's not your type.
Those words reverberated in his mind, inflicting a sense of pain and hurt on Alya's heart. His face heated up, the corner of his eyes suddenly condensed. He looked back at Arga's face, which was moving in his sleep. The blanket on his leg was revealed, revealing a scar on his leg that was starting to faint.
Huf! Alya exhaled, looking up at the ceiling of the room.
If I don't deserve her and this marriage is like a joke to you, then who do you think deserves to be with her? Do you feel more deserving of her, who in the name of love but left her?
Alya wiped away the corner of her eyes quickly as the realization came and touched her, she should remain calm and should not be affected by Nesya's words before hearing directly from her husband. Yes, Arga her husband is legally and religiously legitimate. No one can disturb his home.
Slowly Alya approached, tidied up Arga's blanket and turned around and returned to his room. He decided to postpone his return, and in the morning he would call his mother.
The clock has shown at two in the morning, but his eyes are difficult to shut. Back and forth on the bed, Alya finally chose to get up. His brain continues to spin quickly, until drowsiness is reluctant to approach. He sat propping his chin while hugging both knees staring at the waves on the beach. Miraculously, his eyeballs slowly dimmed and Alya fell asleep in a sitting position.
Alya wakes up from her sleep as the phone rings, and hears Arga's voice receiving it. He jerked up and looked confusedly around him, trying to remember what happened before.
Strange, why Arga can sleep in his bed. Didn't the man sleep in his room last night when Alya looked at him and he himself sat staring out the window in his room? For a moment Alya pinched her temple, waking up suddenly made her head throb.
“Alright, Ma. Don't worry, Me and Alya are fine. This morning we met at the cafe for breakfast. Oh, ja. Say hello to us make oma there, quickly recover.” Arga hung up his phone and put his phone back on the nightstand next to him.
“What's up?” Alya straightened her back as soon as she saw Arga finished talking and stood looking at her. He pulled the blanket up to the chest limit, and tidied up his slightly messy hair. “What happened?”
“Mama send greetings to you,” said Arga. “His return was delayed because oma suddenly had to go to the hospital.”
“How is it, what is the pain severe?”
“Mama says there's nothing to worry about, oma is just the achievement. Understandably already, the long journey yesterday made the oma blood pressure rise. But now the situation is much better,” explained Arga.
Alya jumped down from the bed as soon as she saw Arga laying down her body again there. The man frowned, but urung asked as soon as his eyes looked at Alya who dropped her bo kong on the sofa.
“I think you're uncomfortable with my presence here, to the point that you have to jump down from your bed.”
As if he could guess the way Alya thought, Arga stared back at him fixedly. “You know I'm always hungry at night, so I looked you up here and found you asleep in a chair. I tried to wake you up, but you were so good. So I'm moving you to this bed.”
Alya's face flushed, so that's why the man could be nearby. He cleared his throat for a moment before he started talking, “Did you eat after?”
Arga shook her head with piercing lips, “I did not find any cut fruit to be able to eat.”
Alya smiled hearing that. They had just returned home, of course not much stuff stored in the refrigerator. He stared at the clock on the wall, it was time to start the activity. And the plan today Alya will have their housekeeper shop at the same time buy a number of needs to entertain Arga guests later tonight.
“Let aunty shop later,” said Alya, and Arga nodded while yawning widely and then soon closed her eyes again.
Morning arrived, the sun was shining. The sky looked blue, and as breezy as the wind blew. Alya had prepared a piece of paper for the record of aunt shopping, also made breakfast for her and Arga. He also called his mother who was happy to hear the news of his son-in-law who recovered faster. After that Alya began to arrange the layout of the living room and dining table. He did it all himself while Arga was still asleep in his room.
Arga wakes up after smelling a strong coffee smell nearby, he blinked his eyes and smiled, looking at the table, there were already two stalks of bread with water and a cup of coffee, as well as the medicine he should always drink. The wall clock pointed to the number 7, it was time to wake up. This morning he and Alya will visit Rivan's cafe for a meal together.
Arga took his breakfast out and put it on the table, then returned to his room and began to clean up. Half an hour later, Arga is ready with her and immediately searches for Alya around the house. He saw the woman was sitting squatting weeding plants in the yard.
“Ay, half nine hours we awaited bang Rivan in his cafe.”
Alya nodded without even turning her face, her hands were still engrossed in gouging the ground near her feet. “Iya, I'll be done soon. Wait aunty comes, that abis we leave.”
“Iya, You take a shower first. After that accompany me breakfast,” pinta Arga, then follow squatting behind Alya without the woman realizing it.
“I've had a shower, just now.” Alya sniffed her sleeve, “Bau huh? Yeah, hell. I haven't changed clothes, still wear the last night.” Alya grimaced and turned to look at Arga. His face turned red as soon as the tip of his nose touched the man's face, and he almost fell into a state of surprise. Luckily Arga's strong hand managed to hold him back.
“I like your fragrance, special Alya really.” Sahut Arga with her face down and both hands still hugging Alya's body. Uncommanded, Arga's lips touched the corner of Alya's lips and wiped the broom slowly.
At first only once, Arga pulled his face. Alya blinked her eyes. Unable to see Alya's lips wet from her actions, Arga muttered softly and repeated it again. This is a special breakfast for him before eating his real breakfast.
Like being hit by hypnosis, Alya stagnated and even returned Arga's kiss. Although impressed still stiff because inexperienced, Alya followed his instincts by draping his hand to the neck of Arga who held firmly his hips and brought him to his feet.
If only there were no sound of greetings from the aunt who came and stood waiting from behind the fence, Alya did not know what would happen next. He quickly released himself and moved away while replying to the greeting of his household assistant and then rushed to open the fence.
“Aibi directly to the market yes, it's the same record for shopping money. If Aunt comes home and we have not returned, please just clean the vegetables as fruit.” Alya handed the note and the shopping money into the hands of the dumb-looking aunt looking at her.
Without waiting for the answer of the housekeeper, Alya immediately darted into the house accompanied by the stern gaze of aunt and Arga who grimaced to see her behavior.
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