Diamond Girl
Chapter 23. Disillusioned

Time seemed to crawl its way, it felt like a long time was waiting for their meeting that night to be over. Alya who sat next to Arga, tried to be calm and refrain from glancing at the watch in her hand once every five minutes. He then asked permission to go to the bathroom, whispering softly in the ear of Arga who nodded his ass while rubbing his back.

It was past ten in the evening, but Arga and his friends were still busy chatting on the porch of the house accompanied by lots of snacks. Alya had already cleaned up the remnants of their dinner all, and arranged the kitchen neatly back home. He chose to sit in front of the television while playing his phone, but could not prevent his eyes that were filled with drowsiness dimmed until several times I escaped his mouth.

“Hai,” greeting someone surprised Alya and managed to make his eyes wide open. Nesya took a seat in front of her, with her legs crossed and hands holding a drink glass. The tight dress she was wearing unfolded up as her legs moved to reveal her smooth white thighs.

“Hai, New.” Reply Alya friendly. The woman only stared at him for a moment, before she wiped the sap of drink in her hand.

“Since when did you know Arga?” asked Nesya without further ado and seemed stiff, he broke the folds of his legs and sat with his back straight. As he brought his face closer and spoke to Alya, his cleavage was clearly visible.

“Almost eight months ago, we met in the hospital when he had an accident.” Alya replied without any intention of covering up the actual circumstances. But the woman didn't need to know about her deal with Arga and everything the man had done to her mother.

As if someone was moving her fingers, Alya who was playing her phone accidentally pressed the record button. He then put the flat object under the table, just above the neatly arranged magazine there.

“You must be very happy tonight, because all my male friends who are present in this house flatter and praise you.” Nesya said again, sounding cynical and very unfriendly.

“I do all things according to the ability I have, and I do not expect praise from anyone.” Firmly Alya was still with a smile on her lips.

“Which woman does not like to be praised.” Nesya smiled cynically, she leaned her body on the sofa and stared intently at Alya. “Don't pretend to be innocent in front of me, I know what kind of woman you really are. You approached Arga for wanting his property, didn't you?”

Alya frowned, looking at the way Nesya looked at him with such a stark demeaning look. The woman wiggled the glass in her hand, before sweeping the broom back.

“I didn't do that lowly thing you accused me of. Even though I am poor, I am not willing to chase after a rich man just to get his wealth. Especially if the man did not pay the slightest attention to me and instead ignored my presence near him,” Alya spicy satirical who was able to make the heat of Nesya's ears who heard his words.

“You are not his type and do not deserve him, you better leave Arga and forget about your relationship.” Nesya snorted in annoyance, she straightened her body back up. Her full and polished lips with brightly colored lip-brush were sneering, making Alya almost captivated by her emotions.

All right, you're a beautiful, sexy woman. But you're nothing to Arga. I'm sure there are a lot of guys out there who are interested and trying to chase you down and want to be your girlfriend. But why do you keep chasing Arga, my husband? Alya's heart growled, which was only spoken in the heart.

Alya gasped and rubbed her wet face quickly, she did not have time to dodge as the woman doused her. But Alya was still able to resist Nesya's raised hand movements and was ready to slap her face, she clutched firmly on the woman's wrist and curled it backwards. Until Nesya's screams of pain came to the outside of the room.

“Near, dare you say that to me. You took her from me, and I'm not gonna let you take it from you. If I can't have it, you can't have it. Release my hand!” nesya's swearing came out unstoppable, and Alya did not want to just let go.

“What have you done?” arga's screams echoed as he walked closer, followed by the arrival of his other friends. The sound of Nesya's cry made their chatter come to a sudden halt. “Ay, release your hands. You can hurt him!” arga Tegur.

Spontaneously Alya released his clasped hands, Nesya's body pushed forward and her legs almost hit the end of the table in front of her.

“Aow, pain!” nesya screams while holding her painful arm, her eyes look teary and soon the woman cries sobbing and runs down Arga. “I came to greet him, but he didn't like to get angry at me and try to hurt me.”

“Your Path, Ay!” kecam Arga's. “Let us however, Nesya is our guest. It is fitting that we treat him well like any other guest.”

Alya was flabbergasted in disbelief, Arga believed just like that in Nesya's words. The woman who started and looked for trouble with him, and he only tried to defend himself because Nesya had already doused his face and was about to slap him. All eyes were now on him, as if he was scorning him for being rude to Nesya.

“He doused my face and was about to hit me, I was just trying to defend myself. Is that wrong? And you just believe what he says, "attack Alya with disappointed eyes.

“I don't know what your relationship really is, and it's none of my business. I was in a relationship with Arga, and to be honest until now I still love him so much and never stop loving him. But I am self-aware of acting foolishly by giving up our love and preferring my career, but I remain faithful to my love for her and never turn to other men. Apparently it bothers her, she cannot accept another woman is in her husband's life and intends to get rid of Me from you.” Nesya raised her face, still hugging Arga. He spoke without looking at Alya, his eyes only fixed on Arga who looked completely wrong after hearing his confession.

Alya shook her head in disbelief, really good at theatrics. Talking also felt more painful for him, because Arga's focus seemed to be on Nesya and not on him.

Water welled up in Alya's eye pelt, a grain dripping down her cheek. And Alya wiped it off quickly. He tried to smile even though his lips were stiff. “I'm sorry, it seems my presence here no longer means much to you.” Alya rushed into her room and shed her tears there, her first cry for Arga.

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