Before we split up
Chapter - 19th
Ayunda's arrival, next.
Advances in the matter of sharing assets move slowly but surely, without a clear time limit, they are immersed in the habit of making the morning as a time to enjoy various activities such as: jogging on the beach, jogging on the beach, play sea water, or enjoy a cup of coffee. Anything that can be done as a distraction between leaving the bed and taking care of the divorce papers.
Today, Samudra invites Ayunda to visit a small island in the thousand islands.
"You're not afraid of getting drunk anymore, are you?" ledek Samudra, he remembered on the first night of Ayunda's arrival to Jakarta with him, Ayunda drunken journey.
"Aren't you going to give me medicine, or a glass of warm tea?"
Samudra smiled, while opening the throttle slowly, then he pulled the collective up, then stepped on the left pedal in continue pushing the collective.
The ocean looks very adept at flying helicopters into the air, making Ayunda unceasingly amazed by the man beside her, but half of him always reminds me that this is only temporary, until the judge taps the hammer of their divorce verdict.
Ayunda looked out to see the beautiful city of Jakarta which is occupied by houses and high buildings, then down the bay of Jakarta. Everything looks very beautiful, although only a short trip that takes approximately 15 minutes.
Samudra landed his helicopter in his private villa, which was also one of the assets they were calculating.
While getting off the helicopter, Ayunda looked at the villa which was once one of the holiday destinations spent the weekend with her husband, the villa and the island has a million memories with the Ocean.
"You remember the impromptu market behind our villa?" tanya Samudra, he walked over to Ayunda.
Ayunda smiled as she nodded her head, yes of course she remembered everything about this island, absolutely nothing was lost in her memory. Including the primary school playground which is the place where impromptu markets are held every Sunday.
The ocean stroked the exposed surface of Ayunda's skin between the low-rise jeans and the high end of the crop top that Ayunda wore. “Let's go there."
Ayunda gave him a quick glance, then the two walked towards the impromptu market behind their villa.
Ayunda's steps came to a halt when her attention was drawn to the vending booth and the various flower pots that created a spectrum of bright colors, flowers and petals that were almost as soft as the skin that the Ocean rubbed.
“Rose flower" said Ayunda, pointing at the flower with a smile.
When Ayunda was about to take the money, Samudra turned the eyeballs, then approached Ayunda's ears while holding Ayunda's hand. “Let me pay, let's just say it's a date, okay?" whisky Ocean.
“Date?”
Samudra could hear the amused tone in Ayunda's voice and knew that in the end today she would be lucky because Ayunda accepted her date offer. “Yes. We haven't dated for a long time.”
Samudra paid for Ayunda's favorite bouquet of roses, then handed it to Ayunda, who smiled at her from behind her thick eyelashes with a shy hue dyeing her cheeks.
The heart of the Ocean beat violently upon seeing that.
“Thank you, dear.”
Damn, the Ocean could barely hold his snort of breath, let alone try to speak when Ayunda, called him affectionately while looking at him like that. When a sweet hue flows through his veins with something that is not naf*u.
While gulping, Samudra drove Ayunda further and further into the middle of the merchant maze, hoping that Ayunda did not realize that the man beside her had been fooled by one sweet smile of Ayunda's face.
Such a reaction has been with all its might the Ocean has avoided, but it still appears. And one thing that makes him relieved is that Ayunda will return to Jogja tomorrow, Ayunda returned to his gallery life in Jogja and parted with him.
So what if Samudra wants more than what he wants from Ayunda. This time together was only a small part when compared to the length of time they had been apart, and regardless of whatever feelings the little smile caused, they both knew that this relationship was not destined for eternity.
When he and Ayunda will officially divorce, then the time together with Ayunda will end.
No, the Ocean did not expect that day to come.
He glanced at Ayunda who was walking beside him, who looked charming even with a very simple appearance, and thought whether he had a chance to maintain all this.
Senggolan Ayunda's hips made the mind of the Ocean lookout fall into the eyes of Ayunda who enthusiastically looking at him.
“Excellent markets. So many temptations snack food gathered in one place.” said Ayunda
“Yes, which one do you think is the hardest to resist?” ask Samudra with a smile.
Ayunda pointed to several traders, Ayunda's weaknesses began from fish paste, to craft shells, wall rugs, and everything. The ocean looks around, enjoying the market with a new perspective as Ayunda cuts its way through the crowd until they reach the tavern area on open grass. Stan-stan lined up and in the middle of it people gathered to enjoy a picnic on the grass while listening to a female solo singer playing guitar and singing in a voice so melodious, so sweet, make the listeners close their eyes and lie down.
“Hungary?” samudra asked, he himself was a little hungry. “You just sit down and I'll bring you something.”
Ayunda's hand rubbed against her stomach, and for a moment the world of the Ocean seemed to come to a halt. There were too many memories of the move in his mind, yet Ayunda simply rubbed her palm over her flat belly. “Actually, I'm starving. What food is good?”
A few minutes later, Samudra returned with three thin trays filled with seafood, with two bottles of drinking water clamped to his armpits. He observed the crowd, looking for the dark-brown, hat-haired woman he grabbed from the Ocean closet this morning. Laughter caught his attention from the end of the market. Before turning around, the Ocean already knew what he was about to see.
Hula hoops.
The vast expanse of grass behind the last row of stalls was filled with women of all ages, races, body shapes, and occupations. Each of them twisted their hips with a sparkling smile as bright as a colorful hoop that circled their hips. And in the middle there is Ayunda.
Ayunda glanced, her eyes gleaming with joy when she saw the expression of the Ocean. “You like it. I know you must like.”
The ocean nodded stiffly. “I'll buy it.”
Ayunda raised an eyebrow, then tucked her hand into the front pocket of her Ocean pants to take her husband's money. Ayunda laughed while glaring in surprise after her fingers touched something.
"Haha... Yours..."
“You only have two seconds before your lunch I throw in the trash, and you with your hula hoop I'll carry it on my shoulder.”
“Really?” goda Ayunda, while fondling his fingers in the virility of the Ocean. “This handsome guy turned out to be happy to threaten me.”
The tray in Samudra's hand was almost thrown to the ground, but Ayunda giggled and quickly pulled her hand along with a few pieces of money out and managed to help balance the tray before it fell.
“You are really naughty.” Samudra said.
Ayunda again winked with ignorant “Then just hit bok*ngku.” he ran away from the Ocean, paying hula hoop that he was wearing.
The jaws of the Ocean were tightly clenched, and a rustling sound rang out from his molar that seemed**** so dust, he was forced to turn away. Once he managed to bring Ayunda to the villa, he would definitely do it.
While sitting inside her beautiful new hula hoop circle, the remains of their lunch stacked on the side, Ayunda squinted at the blue sky above her.
A gentle breeze tickled Ayunda's neck and ears. “How beautiful this place is, it's worth building a villa here."
“There used to be a friend introducing me to this place, quite close to downtown Jakarta is even still part of Jakarta, but this place is far enough to avoid the crowds.”
While playing with thick grass leaves with his finger, Ayunda asked, “Peace Jakarta?”
Silent for a moment before sounding out, “Ya.”
Ayunda nodded, then turned away.
He had seen a tableauit containing photos of Angelia and Samudra, was in this villa, and it was enough to make Ayunda's heart hurt.
“Ayunda, do you know if my ex also has a place to stay here? So I'd love to sell our villa."
“Oh yes? I don't care.”
Ayunda bowed while whispering towards the Ocean. “I'm here to get your money and some of your assets.”
The ocean laughed, then leaned her body with both arms. “No, until we finish it.”
“Are you in a hurry?” ask Samudra's.
“No. It should be resolved soon, but I'm not in a hurry.”
Ayunda observed the gaze of the Ocean, she easily understood their togetherness. This warm relationship is not yet completely dead, he gently replied, “I am not either.”
They lay on their backs on the grass, covered in warm sunlight, and listened to lullabies with music and laughter mingling around them.
It might have been half an hour, or maybe only ten minutes, but the narrow space and time and heavy weight of the world seemed to lift up, and there is only pleasure floating in the atmosphere between sleep and wakefulness.
Ayunda felt refreshed, he sat down and folded one leg to the side. The ocean lay beside him, his breathing slow and orderly. Ayunda could see the serenity in the carving of his face, feeling it in the silence between them.
His hand moved to the chest of the Ocean, and he closed his eyes. Feeling the heartbeat of the Ocean pounding at the end of his fingers, encompassing his nerve endings and giving rise to rhythmic pulses in his arms until the existence of the Ocean fused with his own heart.
Something was stirring within him, against the limits Ayunda had imposed, though it felt very tight to his chest when he remembered Angelia but he still believed in the Ocean and his heart said.
I still love you.
Ayunda swallowed the words back, keeping them in a dark corner of her mind. A place of old hopes and old dreams was strewn in his mind with all possibilities.
Things that Ayunda could not have and should not have wanted.
Ocean's hot hands enveloped him and Ayunda withdrew to disconnect the contact. But Samudra pulled her and hugged her, sticking her palm on her chest, where Ayunda had left to be touched by the Ocean.
“Stay. Lie down with me again. This is too perfect to be stopped.” Samudra said.
Ayunda. It is indeed too perfect to be stopped, even if it is just an illusion.
