Before we split up
Chapter - 11th

Samudra wants Ayunda to give in, according to his plan to keep trying to solve the problem. But unfortunately Samudra actually attacked Ayunda's weakness by insulting the Ayunda gallery, even though Samudra knew it made Ayunda very angry. Ayunda has been so different from what it used to be, it now prioritizes its own interests over those of the Ocean.

The ocean tries to take her eyes off the bright pink miniskirt worn by Ayunda.

Shit, the Ocean thought about it again. He thought about the contents in the mini skirt and the position of Ayunda's body and how it all felt so fitting. How much it made the Ocean want to pull Ayunda into his arms and lick her.

A moment later Ayunda's body advanced forward, his finger pointing into the air at each spurt of his words. “You want to end the relationship with me?”

“Well, as long as you know, Samudra. I want to end it with you too. I want my life not to belong to anyone else but to mine. That the only rule I made was to obey my will. My past is only the past. I don't need you, I don't want you, and I don't like you."

My God, Ayunda is so exciting. Test his patience and make it hot. “That's it?”

The ocean did not need to wait for Ayunda's words to know the answer to that question.

"I'm sick of seeing your face plastered in every newspaper and newspaper, which makes me think, 'Well, that's my husband and his new girlfriend! Interesting couple, right?' I hate to be the only one who knows that you secretly want to marry a fellow actress, but you can't do that because you're still married to me!"

Ayunda. Cheeks flushed as he vented his vexation at the Ocean. His eyes flashed a challenge on his face.

Samudra knew he should have ignored everything he was accused of, but he could not help himself.

The urge to strike back appeared suddenly and unstoppably within him. “Who is the name of the man? The djiwa? Na-di Dji-wa, is that really her name?"

“Did I say his name wrong, Ayunda?” Samudra approached Ayunda, softening his voice with a mocking harsh tone. “You just realized that that fool can't give you what you want?”

“Did he spoil you too, Baby.”

The remark sparked Ayunda's anger, his eyes widening in shock, anger, and fury while his hands swung to slap the Ocean. “Baby—”

The ocean catches Ayunda's wrist just an inch away from her face, and holds her other hand before Ayunda even thinks of floating it. Ayunda who used to be so polite, who used to be able to control themselves. Now completely enraged to the point of not being able to hide behind an indifferent expression. Completely furious to the point of being able to attack the Ocean with his own hands.

“Ah-ah,” said Samudra, holding tightly to Ayunda's arms on either side of Ayunda's body and pushing her against the wall. “Hitting it is not good.”

Ayunda revolted once, jerking the hold of the Ocean with all her might. His eyes went down from the mouth of the Ocean to his chest, down more, then back again. Ayunda breathes fast to pull the thin fabric of her tight shirt in every pull.

The pinnacle of payu*ara Ayunda hardened and all that was in the Ocean's mind was how it felt to smack it on its tongue.

“Let me go,” whispered Ayunda.

The ocean loosened his grip, and rubbed his thumb at the soft pulse point on Ayunda's wrist.

Samudra wants Ayunda, but Ayunda tells him to let him go. “What do you want?”

Ayunda's eyes trace the Ocean's eyes. His pupils widened and moved away. Revealing more things than he knew, Samudra was sure so. All that anger subsides, showing the emotional struggle in the heart.

“I don't know,” Ayunda replied.

Samudra was not sure of his words spoken from Ayunda's mouth.

“Liar,” furious Ocean. If Ayunda agrees, the Ocean will go. He would leave the room and throw away the thought of the mini skirt that Ayunda wore.

But Ayunda did not agree.

Ayunda's pulse was beating in panic along with her chaotic thoughts. It's crazy, really stupid. He observed every movement of the Ocean during these two days. The growing burden of desire within his chest cavity, but Ayunda fought it off. He tries to focus on what they are doing, because what they are doing will finalize their divorce. But now, the tensions affecting the conflict between them have become more and more apparent.

“Samudra, what the hell is this? What do we do?”

The fingers on Ayunda's wrists slid around until the cupped fingers of Ayunda Slowly the Ocean pulled her hands up, locking their clutched hands on the side of her head attached to the wall. Dark eyes explore Ayunda's body and curves. Elicits vibrations between their passionate bodies.

“Miss. For something we both want.” The ocean signaled it would touch it, but it didn't.