ZaLea
Ale *AryaLeona*

"Za Zayn!" I stammered, my brain was suddenly empty. Like a man caught cheating by his girlfriend.

Immediately I pulled my hand that was in Arya's grasp. Arya was silent. I don't know what the two men in front of me are thinking right now.

"Baby, are you here? Sorry, I haven't told you all day. I'm working with papa again." Clearly Zayn with his flat face. Whatisthis? I can't guess what Zayn's thinking. There is no emotion in his words.

"Ahh, yes Zayn. This is Arya. He's my friend." Not knowing what I was going to say, I finally introduced Arya to Zayn.

"Hallo, I'm Zayn. Zara's lover." Zayn. His hand was extended to Arya.

"Aryan." Aryan's reply welcomed Zayn's hand. "Al, he called you Zara?" Imbuh Arya is pointing at me.

"Why indeed? What harm?" Sergeh Zayn before I answer Arya's sentence.

"No, there's nothing wrong with your calling." Arya replied while chuckling.

"Ar," Call me Arya. Wish He would understand the code I gave him.

"Oh yeah Zayn, you just came or you're done?" Ask Arya.

"I'm new from the inside. I met my colleague papa." Evidently.

"Yes, if so. Al, we're going home now. I'm afraid Aunt Viona is going after you. I also want to talk to my aunt. The mood of your home." Take Arya.

"Zara let me drive you home." Sergey Zayn.

"Ale came here with me. That means Ale's my responsibility. Excuse me." Arya got up from her seat and immediately pulled me out.

I can't do anything about it. My heart is heavy, no matter who. But my feet just follow Arya's steps. Zayn was silent in his sight.

"Zayn, sorry." I looked towards him. Whether Zayn heard it or not I don't know.

Arriving beside the car, Arya immediately opened the door for me.

"Look Al." I also according. Don't know what, I can't refuse what Arya said right in front of me.

"We're going to my apartment Al." Arya said as she drove.

"Aren't you going to take me home, Ar?"

"We still need Al's time, there's still a lot I want to tell you."

"But mama?"

"So at recess, I've asked for permission from Aunt Viona."

"So, did you know you were coming home?"

"Yes. Last night after the man delivered your leftover stuff in his car, I came home and chatted for a while with Aunt Viona."

"Why didn't you say anything to me?"

"Where to say, you didn't come home last night."

"Yes, too, "My mummy, "I haven't been home from last night."

"Al, I know all your moves. I know your motorcycle genk. I won't stand in your way. I just want you to be okay, you gotta be careful."

"Thank you Ar."

"It's over, yuk it's down!."

"I'm down alone Ar." My heart, I know Arya will open the door again for me.

"Yes." Yeah." He answered, opening the car door with me.

"Ar, it's really you've got permission from Mama, right?" I made sure as we walked up to the elevator.

"Dear, if you don't believe me, you can call Aunt Viona again." My feelings warmed up a little, Arya called me darling.

"Yes, I'll get inside I'm actually confirming the same mother."

Beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep ting beep.

"Please enter princess." Arya said as she opened the door.

"Hm, Ar. Why don't you just go back to your main house? You live here?"

"House is too much Al and you know I don't like to be restrained."

"I know."

"And I know, you're the same." Arya replied as she walked towards me with a bottle of dragon fruit juice and two empty glasses.

"Dragon fruit juice, Ar. I haven't drank it in a long time."

"Sorry, because of me. You're changing your identity." Arya sat herself right next to me and poured the juice into a glass. I just smiled hearing it.

Silent...

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Without a hint Arya hugged me tightly. Long time no one said.

"Aryan."

"I miss you Al, I miss you my princess."

Arya's voice trembled, calling out all of her heart. His embrace is getting stronger. From the sound that came out, I knew that Arya had tears in her eyes.

"My prince." Overshipped. I also returned Arya's embrace.

Undeniably, I also miss Arya a lot. The warmth that I miss so much. Even though we were 13 years old, it was too small to say love. But we always spent time together. You could even say we were inseparable.

As deep as how long Arya's been breaking our arms, she caressed my cheeks. Both of his hands cupped my cheeks. His eyes were intensely staring at me.

"Ale, sorry dear. It seems like a thousand words of apology can't abort my mistake." The tears I saw from the amber's eyes.

"Arya, don't cry. I don't like to see you cry. Where was my Aryaku? My ever-strong, cheerful Aryaku who always smiles at me?" I wiped the tear from Arya's cheek.

Tacit.

Slowly Arya approached, I knew what Arya was going to do. Looks like I want it too. As Arya approached, I slowly closed my eyes.

The two objects met very gently. Distribute what you want to channel. There is no na*su in it, there is only a sense of nostalgia channeled. Although the first time the two objects met, such as representing several years did not meet during that time also the two objects did not release each other. No, it's not the things that don't take each other off. But the two owners who seemed unwilling to let go of each other.

"Al."

"Ar." those two words came out from the two objects that momentarily missed. A second later, the two meet again.

This time, a little different. There is little lu*t*n and decap*n sounding. Increases there is a slight sense of release. A sense of letting go of the arousing longing of both human ank.

Without me noticing, my hands were already draped behind Arya's neck and Arya's hands were on my waist and back. Whether Arya was conscious or not, she lifted me into her lap. Arya further deepens you***nya.

Slightly aware and not wanting anything further to happen, I pushed Arya's body.

"Aryans. It's wrong." But only that. When I say it even I'm still on Arya's lap.

"I won't do more princess. I know my limits."

"Did you do this often in France?"

"I don't know any woman but you dear."

"Oh yeah?" I ask as if in doubt. When I wanted to move on, Arya held me back.

"Let it be like this first princess."

"Ar, 4 years old didn't meet you so look wild."

"Just in front of you."