Diamond Girl
Chapter 28. Want again

In her room, Alya was changing clothes and then looking at herself in front of the mirror. His face looked bright, and his slightly swollen lips now looked smiling. His heart was happy because Arga wanted to accompany him to stay at the mother's house.

Wearing a casual dress in the form of a long-sleeved loose-fitting shirt made of gray knitted colors combined with matching color jeans skirts, Alya looks fresh. His long hair was left beautifully severed. One thin swipe at her lips, as the final part of the beautiful grooming this morning.

“Honey, ready?” call Arga. The man appeared in front of the door, standing there as he rolled up the sleeves of his ash shirt with his eyes fixed on Alya. His smile expands to see the look of the wife is much fresher than before.

Just like her, Arga had finished bathing and changed clothes after an impromptu morning exercise that they did that had made Alya's body weak.

“Already,” said Alya was short and did not forget to smile and walk closer. Her hands stretched out, tidying the collar of her husband's shirt folded at the end.

Arga's hair is still half wet, allowed to dry naturally. Some of his strands fell and stuck to his forehead. His chin looked faintly greenish, after shaving this morning. It looks fresh, and looks as good as ever.

Alya unconsciously smiled to herself. Recalling how Arga teased her last night by playing her chin around her neck, making her body bristle instantly.

“Why are those self-smiles like that, so suspicious of me?” asked Arga, anxious to see Alya's smile and immediately pulled the slender waist of his wife to docked at him. One light kiss he pinned on Alya's lips, which immediately looked down timidly with red cheeks.

“Gak why-napa, again want to. Time smile with her own husband, suspicious?” sahut Alya while rubbing his thumb repeatedly into Arga's arm, hoping that the man did not see the change in his face.

Arga laughed then kissed her again, this time deeper and longer. Alya's body melted in her arms, Arga released her pagutan quickly to just breathe fresh air before the two of them were out of breath.

Still holding on to one arm of Arga, Alya then took a step back to relieve the pounding of his heart. After feeling quite calm, he leaned near the dressing table behind him. Too long alone in a room like this, they may have bad luck.

Arga rolled her body and sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes not looking at Alya. “Hmm, why is your face flushed so easily?” the question again accompanied by a wicked smile.

“Regular aja. You're nagging, deh.” Alya quibbled, even though her face was clearly reddened.

“Looks like I can guess what's on your mind right now.” A thin grin appeared on Arga's face before he closed his eyes and mumbled his smile, as if he was imagining something interesting and pleasing to him.

As if he could guess what Arga was imagining, Alya felt the need to stop him before going too far. "Stop imagining it again!” hiss Alya with a resentful tone, covered her nervousness.

Arga blinked his eyes, looking at Alya in confusion. “Stop what, don't you think I'm shadowing what?”

“You sure know what I mean.” Alya throttled, she thought Arga was imagining what happened to them last night until it continued this morning. How the man had made himself his full husband, and Alya had given him his most precious possession. As a result, his cheeks fizzy again. And that can not be separated from the observation of Arga.

“You know.” Arga looked at Alya fixedly, “I was twisting all the sweet memories we went through together before this leg again stood strong as it is today. When your hand for the first time touched this body.”

“Funny, gemesin, but romantic. Sometimes I also like to smile myself if you remember how you had to help me take a shower while dying of water at that time. You become wet when you have taken a shower.” Arga chuckles to himself.

Alya became embarrassed himself, not thinking that what Arga imagined was not the same as what he thought. And it was triggered by his words, which he could not possibly take back.

“I think you're imagining what happened to us this morning,” said Alya while biting her lips. “Fun indeed, although it feels sore at first, but then it can make addictive.”

“OMG! So you want more, what was less?” Arga jumped from his seat and stood before Alya. He took Alya's hand and let her catch it over and over.

“Eh, that's not what it means.”

Alya gelagapan. Arga's eyeballs glowed wittyly, the man playing both of his eyebrows in a seductive style.

At first Alya did not understand the purpose of Arga's question just now, but feeling something hard at the bottom of his stomach made his facial expression stiffen suddenly.

“Loh, how to date again?” Alya lowered her gaze, like something was stirring between them.

Arga grimacing, “Responsibility, Ay. Because you want to, I want to go again.”

“Eh?!”

Alya gasped, her heart rippling unhappily. He moved in his place and was unable to move. Not wanting to let the opportunity pass in front of him, Arga twisted Alya's waist and carried her in his arms. Know-how Alya felt in an instant his body had already landed on the bed with Arga bending over it.

“You yes, dear.”

Alya blinked her eyes, not expecting that it would make them end up in bed again and had to delay their departure nearly an hour from the time it should have been.

“But, what about Mr Eko? Pity will have to wait for us from earlier,” reply Alya while mentioning the name of the driver who works in their home. He had to swallow his words when Arga's hands began to guerrillaize in his body.

Arga put his lips on Alya's ear, anxious at his wife. In a crucial moment like now, still had time to think about the fate of Mr. Eko his driver. “Do not think of Mr. Eko, just think of me.”

A few moments later Arga was fresh again, while Alya seemed to grumble because he had to change his clothes that had been tangled due to the actions of Arga's shrewd hands. She clenched her husband's arm, deliberately holding himself back from staying in bed. Only after her long kiss is avenged by Alya does Arga let go and get out of bed.

“Come, leave!” Alya pulled Arga's arm out of her room, two small suitcases of hers and Arga were already available in the living room.

After locking all the doors and making sure the house is safe when abandoned, they headed for a car that had been ready since. There was Mr. Eko waiting while wiping the car glass.

“Thank you, Mr. Eko.” Arga slipped a white envelope into the pocket of Mr. Eko's smiling shirt, bowing half his body, saying the same word. It was agreed that Arga would drive his own car, while household assistants and drivers were suspended. “We go first," said Arga and Alya later.

“Be careful, Young Master, Miss. Good luck to the destination,” said Mr. Eko accompanied the departure of Alya and Arga with prayer.

Since this morning the middle-aged man came and heated the car engine, but it had been more than two hours the employer had not come down from his room. Gratitude came out of his lips after opening the envelope from Arga, feeling moved to make his eyes teary.

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