Diamond Girl
Chapter 22. Nothing is impossible

Q’time cafe was built two years ago, located on the outskirts of the city and facing directly to the beach. The place is spacious and comfortable, carrying the outdoor concept with a feel that blends with nature.

The first time he set foot there, Alya's eyes were immediately spoiled by the many ornamental plants that surrounded the place. Turf sprayers swirling wet the artificial garden in the middle of the cafe yard, whose grass is dark green.

Rivan, the owner of the cafe, smiled broadly to welcome the arrival of Alya and Arga. The look on his eyes was clearly visible on his face as he looked at Arga who was walking towards him. He hugged Arga tightly while patting his shoulder. “Good job!”

Alya stood watching behind them, and smiled back as Rivan let go of his embrace then nodded at him while giving his thumbs up.

The three of them sat together to enjoy the food served, while hearing Arga tell him about what happened during their time abroad. Arga repeatedly praised how Alya who tirelessly always faithfully accompanied, so it did not feel two hours they had been there.

Alya briefly went to the toilet, and when he returned afterwards he saw Rivan talking seriously with Arga. Alya paused for a moment, standing watching from afar. Arga looked down and occasionally sighed, then grimaced as Rivan pointed at the mobile phone on the table. Arga answered while shaking his head and pointing his index finger at his head and chest as if convincing Rivan to believe him.

“That's Arga's phone, are they talking about the short message Nesya sent?” Alya was stunned for a moment, and was jolted so much that the end of the tray of the cafe waiter passing by beside her accidentally touched her shoulder.

“Sorry, Non.”

“Papa. It is precisely I who should apologize, for blocking the path.” Alya said, then quickly returned to his desk.

Seeing the many visitors who came, Arga also invited Alya home. “Success, Bang.” Whisper Arga while hugging Rivan who is replied with the same words for him.

On the way back home, Arga reminds Alya to stop by to buy some snacks for her guests later that night.

“How many guests are coming later tonight?” alya asked, holding her mouth to ask further if Nesya would be present with the others.

“Only a few people,” replied Arga while mentioning the name, and the last name he called was Nesya.

“So she'll come too?” Alya tilted her body, looking at Arga who was driving beside her.

Arga looked quickly and smiled. “Iya, it is precisely he who most aggressively invites others to come.”

Alya rounded her lips, then re-stretched her body. Recalling the short message on Arga's phone, he waited for the man to speak. But until they get home, Arga doesn't offend at all. Makes Alya curious, and thinks that Arga does not want to discuss the matter with her.

The clock on the wall pointed at the number 10, it was time for Alya to go home to visit her mother. They were sitting together on the sofa in the living room, and Arga had called the driver asking to be ready to take Alya. But his forehead wrinkled to see the woman was busy with her phone, engrossed in looking at recipes.

“I forgot to tell you, I already called mom and promised to visit her tomorrow afternoon.” Alya replied when reminded.

“Oh, yes? Can you know why?”

Alya grimaced, seeing one eyebrow Arga rose. The sharp look of the man's eyes on him made Alya unable to dodge, he explained the reason and spoke the truth.

“Hmm! Is it true like that? I think there's another, stronger reason for keeping you here with me. Because I know, you never want to delay your time for a moment if it is related to the time of your visit to your mother even for any reason.” Urge Arga, make Alya distraught.

Yeah, that's true. And the main reason is because I don't want that woman of your past trying to get close to you again and ruin our household. He has demeaned me and told you that I am not worthy of you, I will prove it to him! Alya replied, but only spoken in the heart.

“But, I'm glad to hear you keep worrying about me. And I'm also glad you finally want to postpone your return and accompany me here.” Arga smiled meaningfully. He shifted his seat, summarizing Alya's shoulders and tightening his body.

“Eh!” Alya pursed her shoulders and closed her eyes, Arga's warm breath touching the skin of her neck making her fur bristling. The man loved to tease her and did not hesitate to show his affection for Alya, especially when only the two are like now. Instead of stopping and moving away, Arga buried her face in Alya's hair.

“Do not bother to use all cooking events, Ay. Just order, I don't want you to be tired.” Arga said while sniffing Alya's hair.

“I told aunt to shop, baby if not cooked.” Alya wriggled amusedly, and Arga chuckled at the making.

“Geli yes, Ay?” asked Arga while raising her face, Alya nodded quickly without daring to turn her face. “But I like.”

Before Arga sniffed her hair again, Alya managed to break free and ran towards the kitchen. Alya pulled out one of the chairs that were there and sat down while calming the still irregular pounding of her heart. Aunty who was nearby looked at him confusedly, but smiled wryly after hearing Arga's crisp laughter behind them. He immediately took the water and gave it to Alya.

After feeling calmer, Alya began to occupy herself in the kitchen, assisted by her housekeeper's aunt. He prepares dishes and arranges the dining table, delicates and pretends to be angry when Arga tries to disturb him. By late afternoon everything was done and Alya smiled satisfied to see the results of her work.

At nightfall, the long-awaited guest finally arrived as well. Of the eight people present, only Nesya was a woman. As a good host, accompanied by Alya who was always by his side, Arga greeted them kindly.

Footprints rang out as Arga sat with them on the living room sofa, asking who Alya was. Nesya who took a seat near Arga answered spontaneously that Alya was Arga's wife. Of course they were surprised and immediately flocked Arga with many questions.

“Impossible! We all know, the last time you were close to that woman was with Nesya. We know how to get an Arga on his girlfriend. Then how was the story until you suddenly married another woman?” ask one of Arga's friends, who the other friend immediately agreed.

“Nothing is impossible, I found my true love after passing the life gamble.” Arga recounts an accident that almost took his life, and meets Alya who became his nurse. He fell in love and eventually married her.

Alya who heard from behind the door smiled, he then invited them all to taste his cooking. They sat together at the dinner table, and all praised his cooking.

“You're lucky to have it,” cetus friend Arga. “Besides being good at cooking, your wife is also a hard worker.”

“Women work and are good at cooking, is not a natural thing in a household. Not a special thing, almost all women in this world do it.” Sergey Nesya with a dislike tone.

“But that doesn't apply to you, yes. I know you can't do it, ” said the others, making Nesya's face red because they were all laughing.

Nesya threw away her face and grew annoyed when she saw Arga always being quick to help Alya, and could not help her feed in front of them all.

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