Lady'S Gentleman
The Loved One (2)

"So... What's up?" Ayumi looked at Arman with a huff. His fingers gripped the ceramic cup containing his honey tea tightly.

The woman's nails tapped on her edges slowly.

Arman took a breath.

"The good news is..." Arman handed the white envelope to Ayumi.

The envelope had a government logo, and an original stamp stamp.

There is a writing : Must be submitted directly to the recipient.

"National Narcotics Agency?" Ayumi asked as she looked at Arman warily.

Arman nodded slowly.

Raut Arman actually seemed happy, but Ayumi could see the inner war was raging in her eyes.

Finally the woman took out a paper in it and read it for a while.

It cringes.

Read it again from above.

He returned to cringing.

This time he re-read for the third time more carefully, trying to find the official Indonesian vocabulary in his brain.

"Rice..." Ayumi's eyes sparkled. "You are a strong candidate to replace Irwan Hartawi! Bnn Office!"

"Hm..."

"They don't seem to mind your record, your past, it seems... Is it possible because it is considered a strict repression?"

"M..." Arman Mumbled. "From the beginning of the report was not a murder, but made as if as an action because Daptar Handal put up a fight. But the consequences are that I'm fired."

Ayumi nodded in understanding.

"Isn't this really good news?" sahut Ayumi's.

"Yes... That was my dream all along. My back is also strong, a little bit weird because it uses the influence of Mr. Sebastian and Atmana. Even if I hadn't been elected, I'd still be in the police department."

"Gee... They called you back... I'm so happy, Ares..." Ayumi clasped Arman's hand with a happy face.

Arman just nodded slowly while stroking the back of Ayumi's hand gently.

Why does it feel so painful...?

Inner Arman began to churn.

Is this what it feels like to be separated from those we love?

That's so... Trevor's feeling of being forced to leave Ayumi alone in Japan?

Here's how... When Mr Sebastian parted with Mbak Milady for 10 years without ever knowing the news of each?

No wonder they are so engaged in their work.

Hard work is time-hunted.

It is not the wealth they seek...

But... They were trying to forget the pain in their hearts!

Gee whiz...

It feels painful!

Complain Arman.

"Why is your face so?" Ask Ayumi.

Arman looked at the back of Ayumi's hand, then stroked the woman's palm.

It still feels rough because the wound has not healed properly... Also scratches that make the woman's skin thickened...

Arman raised Ayumi's hand and kissed the back of her hand.

"Your words were yesterday... I've never been in love this whole time. Don't get me wrong, I'm starting to fall in love with you not because it's yours..." Arman. "But... When you insisted on helping us find Milady, you were injured. Your determination is strong, trying to pay for all your mistakes... Makes me feel you are very... Fascinating."

Arman took a breath.

"Not... Not 'interesting'... More than that... Suddenly you look si, tough, smart, strong, sweet, beautiful, and dangerous..."

"Basic masocist.." Sindir Ayumi while grinning.

Arman chuckles.

Then his face turned flat again.

"Before I tell you anything else, I want you to know first... Lf..." Arman prepares himself with the various possible reactions of Ayumi.

"My feeling this time is no joke. I've never promised anything to the women I've been with all this time. It's up to you not to believe, but you're the only one I'm applying for..." Sahut Arman's.

Ayumi raised her eyebrows, a sign that she still doubted Arman's words.

Arman thins his lips a sign of a laxity.

"Yes..." Fizz Ayumi. "You lied too I don't care. Because if I knew, I'd take out your stash..."

Arman swallowed his saliva.

"Stop..that means what?"

"Stop it my way."

"Yes, in what way?"

"You don't need to know, Ares..." Ayumi squinted her eyes.

Arman took a deep breath.

"Whatever."

"Subject to women... Unsettling."

"Yes. Whatever."

Arman grinned...

He would miss this kind of conversation going forward.

When no one wants to give up, but actually support each other.

"Of the..."

"Hm?"

"It looks like we're going to have to split up for a while."

Ayumi was silent.

So, Arman continued his sentence.

"People from the Japanese Embassy came this afternoon. Meet me and Mr. Sebastian. They are looking for you and will pick you back to Japan, they want the list you stole from Yamaguci ito. It will be used as state secret information... And we have duplicated it, because it is also related to the Indonesian government. So Japan and Indonesia will work together on this issue. Automatical... You'll need stricter protection... You are now a Japanese asset. Chances are we can't meet for a while."

"You can come with me to Japan." Ayumi.

Arman held up his white envelope.

"My dream is here... I have to stay in Indonesia. Achieve the unattainable."

"Rice..."

Arman shook his head.

"I.. don't know which one I'm supposed to be.." she lowered her head while ruffling her own hair. "From the beginning all I wanted was to serve this country... But you're important too... So then... I don't know. I wish you could understand my condition."

Praang!!

The broken tea cup was hit by Ayumi's tight grip.

Once again the woman hurt her palm.

"Of the..."

Ayumi stopped Arman's movements by raising her hand.

"I... Need to think." Mumbled the woman.

"The embassy's gonna pick you up in the morning."

Ayumi took a deep breath.

"Rice..." It looks Ayumi is breathing withholding growls.

"I'm sorry." Arman said while looking down.

"I need to be alone..." Ayumi's fizzle while moving.

The woman sat on the edge of the bed, facing the window.

And just stay there until it's late...

*****

"Of the..." Call Arman soft.

It's past early morning.

Ayumi was still in her place. Looking at the drizzle outside the window with a blank look.

Arman hesitantly sat down beside Ayumi Carefully grabbed onto Ayumi's shoulder. The woman looked slowly.

There was a line of tears that had dried up on Ayumi's cheeks.

"Was... Must this be the end?" Ayumi's voice sounded hoarse.

"We are separated by distance." said Arman.

"Without communicating with each other..." Connect Ayumi.

"Yes." Yeah." Sahut Arman's. "But... That doesn't matter to me. We'll meet again."

"How long?"

Arman sighed in response to Ayumi. "I'm..."

Arman could not answer. The man shook his head.

Ayumi turned towards Arman. His face so implied his heartache.

"Is there no better way out?" Ask the woman.

Of course, that's the only solution... They both actually know that. But Ayumi was still hopeful despite knowing it was just an empty hope.

"Rice..." Ayumi held Arman's hand. Trying to persuade him.

"Can I stay here with you?" Ask Ayumi.

"I want it to be, too... But we can be accused of not being cooperative. The name of the country is at stake."

"God..." Fizz Ayumi.

"I'm sorry... Ayumi's... Sorry..." Arman grabbed the woman's body. He hugged Ayumi's thin body with a sense of regret.

Ayumi sobbed as she approached Arman.

They just hugged each other... Until a tinge of sunlight arises in the eastern horizon