Before we split up
Chapter - 01

"Oh, my God, isn't that your husband?"

Ayunda White Sheet, speechless to hear the whisper of anxiety in his mind. Though a moment before, he felt very happy because he got a project cooperation with his gallery.

A gallery that really takes up his time and mind, but not for today. Ayunda took time off for a vacation, so that he no longer heard the sound of the phone ringing, it made Ayunda's mind feel very peaceful, he said, his mind floated with the breeze amid the beauty of the charm of the slopes of Mount Merapi in Sleman, Yogyakarta. While the light touch of a sexy Javanese man sitting on his right felt very gently caressing his palm.

Ayunda enjoyed it a lot, even he wondered to himself 'what might be this time…'

Well, no need to continue.

He shook his head to apologize to Djiwa, a sexy Javanese man who was close to him. "I'm sorry I have to go now" said Ayunda, then Ayunda got out of her seat and left the cafe followed by Nindyra (her friend, assistant, and eternal bully).

Just as he came out of the cafe, Ayunda gestured to Nindyra with a glance of her eyes. He knew sharing the story of the Ocean would backfire on him, but trusted Nindyra so much that he told Nindyra all his personal problems.

'The man lives in Jakarta, even if he goes out of town, of course everyone will know it through the media, ' inward Ayunda, believes himself.

Yes from the infotainment media, Ayunda easily follows the Ocean with details, ranging from the problems of his romantic relationships, financial success, and daily Ocean adventures. Without even bothering to ask the person directly or have someone follow him.

He has a media infotainment that tells him how the Samudra goes about its day and with whom the Ocean spends the night. Even last night he read the news that Samudra met his lawyer in BSD, Tangerang.

Nindyra pursed her mouth a sign of uncertainty. His gaze was fixed on the stall across the street. “Hmm, that guy really looks like him," Nindyra said.

"However, like the homeless at the monument station, it doesn't look like an actor at all, is he undercover?" continued.

“By eating from the trash?” Ayunda tried to hold back the laughter. "Yes yuk, we're going again."

Their trip is perfect, a vacation is a great choice for both of them, as they desperately need a life outside the gallery after their full year of work without any holiday.

They spend a long night in the center of Malioboro while enjoying ginger in angkringan. In the midst of the tourists, a glimpse of Ayunda again see a stranger who looks like her husband, immediately he immediately cast the shadow away.

'I've forgotten my past, a long time ago. Really!' his inner.

But he could not help but once again catch a glimpse of the traveler's passing. Haunted by curiosity, he still wants to see.

His gaze without stopping down the tourist men, but he did not find a man who resembled the Ocean.

"Good, that's just my hallucination."

Nindyra's eyebrows again loosened "Is there a problem?" ask Nindyra who noticed the change in look on Ayunda's face.

“Nothing,” said Ayunda while nonchalantly shaking hands.

Actually there is a problem about the shadow of her husband who continues to meet her, but she is reluctant to prepare it. He wanted to let it evaporate under the memory of the life Ayunda had left behind.

"Ehh.." Ayunda gasped as Djiwa touched her arm. "You following me?" ask Ayunda.

"This is my favorite feeding spot, it seems like we were meant to be together until we met again," Djiwa teased Ayunda by touching Ayunda's arm, then walking to the pulse point on her wrist, but Ayunda did not react.

Not that Djiwa is not attractive, actually Djiwa has made Ayunda fascinated, just that there is something that has long died in Ayunda to return to life.

Djiwa took a serving of cat rice and a few skewers, "Would you like to eat some more?" ask Djiwa.

"No, that's enough." decline Ayunda.

"Alright," Djiwa also enjoyed his dinner, while trying to make funny waves for Ayunda.

Nindyra shook her head at Djiwa's flutter to Ayunda, who was a bit tacky, but she ignored it because it seemed that Ayunda was enjoying the shake.

Soon Nindyra leaned her body towards Ayunda, then she whispered "Raden will be here, do you mind if I go with Raden?”

Ayunda quickly shook her head "Has she come?" ask Ayunda.

"Tuh just parked," Nindyra pointed towards Raden who was tidying up his jacket. Then he approached Nindyra and greeted Ayunda and Djiwa.

Ayunda smiles widely “Of course! Go have fun.”

When Nindyra and Raden left Ayunda, Djiwa whispered "Now you live alone, Beautiful.”

For any normal woman on the planet, the joy of a Soul when she sees a woman with her own husband will sound like a sinful expression.

Ayunda returned the sexy gaze of the man, he sighed and extended a smile devoted to this situation. His smile was relaxed and secretive. Displayed subtly without blatantly resisting, enough to make the seduction know that his efforts are futile, without really feeling insulting.

This kind of rejection is common for Djiwa, but Djiwa remains unaffected, he still tries to get close to Ayunda.

Well, Ayunda has warned the man often. And to be honest, the caress of Djiwa's thumb over Ayunda's hand was not something that Ayunda could not ignore.

"What if we go for a walk?" djiwa said after she finished her last cat rice feed.

"Come," Ayunda nodded her head, coincidentally when she was about to go to Angkringan she saw there was a seller of five legs selling paintings.

The two walked along the streets of Malioboro, until Ayunda's footsteps stopped in front of a line of paintings that were being sold by an artist.

"Wow beautiful," Ayunda approached one floral painting with a blend of green, blue, yellow, orange, creating a beautiful-looking color gradient. He was amazed by the painting.

"I think this is nothing with your paintings lined up in your gallery" said Djiwa.

"I want to know who the painter is,"

"For what?" ask Djiwa.

"Next month I will hold the first exhibition in Jakarta, I want to invite this painter to collaborate," said Ayunda very excited.

He also approached the young seller of the painting, but unfortunately he was not the one who painted the painting.

"This is my business card, please have the painter contact me as soon as possible, I have a good offer for him." Ayunda gave his business card to a painting dealer, and did not forget he bought a painting that had amazed him.

"It's late, I have to go home. I want to sketch out a plan for an exhibition in Jakarta later" Ayunda told Djiwa.

"Okay, all right"

Djiwa swiftly helped Ayunda bring the painting he bought, to his parked car not far from there.

"Why do you want this painting? don't you have a lot of paintings?" ask Djiwa while using the engine of his car.

"I will put it on the wall of my living room" Ayunda replied.

Suddenly Ayunda's attention jerked to Djiwa and a touch that could not be ignored at all. The touch that had started in the palm of the hand had now moved to the wrist, and was now moving again, silently to the curve of his elbow and without hesitation continuing to move past it.

A sense of annoyance arose in him when he saw the fingers of Djiwa rubbing the skin that was unfortunately numb by his temptation.

If the subtle rejection was not successful, then at this time Ayunda must act decisively. He closed his eyes, and prepared to let go of a burst of heartless and no-nonsense words.

However, in the next minute, the air around him seemed to change. When Djiwa pulled his car over in front of his residence, Ayunda was like being stung by an electric current rolling on the surface of his skin, making every fine hair stand up and his nerves more sensitive.

Djiwa's fingers stopped in place, and Ayunda's eyes widened as a strong, wide hand wrapped around her shoulder and gently extended a possessive caress to her neck.

Geck... Geck... Geck...

The window of Djiwa's car was knocked by someone from outside the car.

Oh, Oh my God. Ayunda is not wrong.

Ayunda groaned by pressing the air from her chest, pushing out the one name that was on the tip of her tongue. “Samudra.”