Diamond Girl
Chapter 25. Heart expression

“What proof do you want to show me? Did he say that ..”

Alya's words hung in the air. Before he could finish his words, Arga had already silenced his mouth and pulled his waist up to the man's body. Arga's fingers moved to press Alya's nape, and freely pressed her lips against Alya's lips.

Arga kissed Alya strongly, not giving the woman a chance to say what else was protesting. Although Alya tried to break away and pushed Arga's chest strong with both hands, but the man was unmoved in his place. Like pushing a thick wall it felt, not moving in the slightest.

“Open your mouth and kiss Me,” Arga's love while lifting her face, making Alya clingy then shaking quickly.

“No, I don't want.”

“I know, You want to kiss me. Do Ay,” insist Arga with eyes starting to dim.

“No, I can't.” Once again Alya shook his head, he looked away as Arga's hand stretched out and held his chin.

“See Me, Ay. We're married, I'm your husband. Are you afraid of getting carried away while kissing me, then we end up in bed?”

Upset at being reminded of her current status, Alya raised her face and looked at Arga sharply. “I am very aware of our current relationship status. But you'd rather listen to your ex than give me a chance to talk and explain what really happened.”

Arga smiled and looked back at Alya. “It looks like you forgot your phone.” Arga took a step back and reached into her trouser pocket and pulled out Alya's cell phone. “I know everything, Ay. I've seen and heard all your conversations from this video on your phone. I'm sorry that my attitude has disappointed you.”

Alya approached and snatched the phone quickly from Arga's hand, but the man twitched and instead hid his hand behind his back. Alya gave a whimper, and Arga thumped while pointing the phone up. Alya tried again, but failed until she got upset.

“What the hell, you want? You came and apologized, but you won't give me back my phone!” Alya ruffled her waist, but Arga shook her head and slowly shifted her body closer to the bed.

Alya twisted her body, their position turned around now. Arga sat on the edge of the bed, while Alya stood back to the door of her room.

“Kiss me, darling.” Sahut Arga while sticking the index finger to his lips.

A red tinge spread across Alya's white face. The heart that had calmed down was now pounding again. “What are you talking about?” replace Alya who asked like Arga said to her before.

“I only answer as per your inquiry.” Arga got up and walked over to Alya who stepped back and stopped at the door. “I want You to kiss Me.”

“You talk to me like that as if I have gotten used to doing it to you,” Alya replied with a quivering voice, her heart pounding uncontrollably.

Arga stopped his steps, they looked at each other for a while. Arga noticed a glimpse of Alya's hand fingers that had moved quickly grabbed the phone from his hand but failed, now suddenly moved awkwardly. He smiled meaningfully, convinced that Alya was also influenced and liked his kiss.

“That's what I expected, from now on You'll get used to doing it without me asking even once.”

Arga smiled happily, noticing Alya's warm welcome response. Increasingly convinced by the feelings of his heart now, no shadow of the former face or taste is still left behind. The only thing that was real and in his mind was now only Alya. He kissed Alya as he pleased, as if he wanted to finish the old despair he had held and now delivered.

“I want you, Ay.” Arga's lips now came down and stopped in the recess of Alya's neck, sweeping warmly around her neck skin and giving her subtle kisses there.

Alya's knees were shaking violently. Following her instinct, Alya draped her arms around Arga's neck and her fingers were already immersed in the thickness of Arga's hair. She let him kiss her again and again. Until he gasps and is almost out of breath, Arga then releases his pagutan quickly.

Two eyebrows stuck together with each other's breath hunting. Alya still closed her eyes and both hands were on Arga's shoulders, while the man's hands were on his waist.

“Your room is dark,” said Arga, raising her face instead of trying to calm her racing heartbeat. He then swept his gaze around the room decorated with dim light from the sleeping lights that Alya had deliberately lit, because the woman intended to rest and sleep faster after her dispute with Nesya.

The light struck the two of them, casting a shadow over Alya's head. Arga looked back at Alya and smiled widely seeing those closed eyes slowly opening.

“What, dark what?” Alya blinked her half-covered eyes, looking at Arga in confusion. Suddenly the sudden kiss of Arga just now had made her consciousness disappear in an instant and had not returned completely at this moment. Her lips felt thick and still twitching, Alya even had to lower her face to see if her feet were still on the floor of the room.

Arga grabbed Alya's hand and led her out to her room. Alya opened her eyes wide when she realized she was already there, and Arga sat her on her bed.

“What do you want to do? Didn't you just have to press the light switch to make my room bright. No need to take me to this room, right?” alya did not understand, and began to think. Afraid that Arga did more and asked for something from him, something that until now he could not give.

Arga moves towards the desk drawer and pulls the sheet of paper from inside there, which Alya then finds out is a contract letter of agreement between herself and Arga. “As I told you, I'm in love with you. I love you and want you in my life forever.”

Alya's body trembled again, he stared at the contract sheet in Arga's hand. Although they were married and Arga had expressed his heart, the contract of agreement between them still remained.

They marry only on paper, and Alya is not a real wife. To be more precise, she was a nurse to Arga's husband. Although sometimes Alya carried away feelings and did not want anyone to disturb his household.

“You know, we were under contract from the beginning. I've received money from you, and I'm obligated to take care of you in return for all your good attitude towards my mother. We are married also to speed up the healing of the wounds on your feet, for I must remain by your side to take care of you. But debt is still debt. Must still be paid in full,” said Alya.

“Ah, it turns out this is what keeps you at a distance with me.” Arga sighed, then stared fixedly at Alya. “Actually it's been a long time I want to eliminate it.”

Alya was wide-eyed to see the sheet of paper in Arga's hand break down into small tears, hovering in the air and then falling and strewn across the floor.

“I've deleted the contract from our lives, there is no record of anything relating to the amount of money you have received.” Arga grabbed Alya's shoulder and held her tightly, “Thank you for being present in my life, Ay. I love you and want you, wishing you had the same taste as me.”

One warm kiss was smeared Arga on Alya's forehead, deep and long. There was no answer from Alya's lips, enough of her hands were infiltrated at the man's waist as her answer.

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