Before we split up
Chapter - 02

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

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

Oh, Oh my God.

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

Ayunda rushes out of Djiwa's car, and is followed by Djiwa who also comes down from his car because of curiosity in the man who knocked on his car door.

"Hey, Honey. Remember me?”

Ayunda was silent to convince herself that in front of her was now really a man who was still her husband.

"Try to hold on to your feelings for him, we're not done yet baby.” The Ocean's hoarse laughter, deep and full of confidence, sounded in Ayunda's ears just before the lips of the Ocean touched the soft skin under her earrings.

Ayunda gasped at the speech, not because of the tingling sensation that went down her skin, then by reflex Ayunda gripped the hand of Djiwa who had now been beside her.

'How did the ocean come here? I don't see any news of his disappearance in any media today, ' Ayunda's inner self.

“What are you doing here?”

“I won't let you ignore me like you did three years ago.”

Ayunda's mouth was open, first because of the speech of the Ocean, and the second because Djiwa suddenly stood in front between himself and the Ocean, because he considered the grip of his hand as a signal to ask for help to him.

'Oh, no. That's not what I mean, ' Ayunda's inner.

The height of the Soul may match the height of the Ocean, but the Soul looks much more muscular. How not, Djiwa is a martial arts trainer. Unlike the case with the Ocean, the sport that he often does is swimming, and surfing.

But that night Samudra stood bravely while showing his possessive attitude to Ayunda.

'This man should be in Jakarta, enjoying his popularity while monitoring the development of his latest property investment, ' inward Ayunda.

"Go away. I have to talk to my wife" Samudra removed Djiwa's body with one hand.

"Uhhuuk," Ayunda coughed, choked by the brave attitude of the Ocean.

For years he and Samudra had been separated, who did Samudra think he was? “Quite, Ocean!!”

Ayunda won't let that happen again. It won't.

Djiwa begins to pull Ayunda to her side, but upon noticing the strain on the Samudra's eyes, Ayunda quickly shakes her head and turns to her husband. “Do not make a fuss in front of my house, Samudra.”

Ayunda stroked Djiwa with a gentle, friendly attitude aimed at calming her date, as well as giving a message to Samudra.

'Look at me. See what I'm doing? See this handsome lover?' inner Ayunda

Ayunda looked at Djiwa intently. A handsome man to the standard of any sane woman. Ayunda confronts Djiwa with the gaze expected by Djiwa, namely the gaze as if full of admiration, Ayunda put her palm on the chest of Djiwa.

“Djiwa, please,” murmured. “Give us ten minutes to talk.”

The tension disappeared from Djiwa's face, turning into a flat expression.

Djiwa smiled, he removed Ayunda's hand from his chest, then gave a kiss on the back of Ayunda's hand, and let Ayunda go to talk with the Ocean.

Ayunda followed the Ocean which walked into his residence.

“Wow, Ayunda. That one was amazing.”

Seeing her husband in front of her, Ayunda fell silent, stunned by her first look at the man who once filled her life. Ocean, has a tall body, plane, and slim with the right proportions. Strong sculpted facial lines and firm lips. Sharp brown eyes that can be as hard as frozen ground or as warm as melted chocolate, glistening amusedly behind the dark strands of hair that are never tidy.

Samudra was a handsome man who was relaxed, confident, and charming, everything that Ayunda did not need, and was standing before Ayunda, on the porch of his house.

The ocean you shouldn't look the same. Especially after so long.

“Sorry about your girlfriend,” Samudra said while turning her lips sourly, which can be interpreted if the middle Ocean is jealous.

But Ayunda denied that, he did not want to know anymore about the feeling of the Ocean, no longer want to recall any togetherness or pleasure they had shared, he said, and don't want to think about what has happened in the past.

He just wants to rise. That's why he filed for divorce.

Shaking her head, Ayunda asked, “What are you doing here?”

The ocean, looking at Ayunda inside, until their eyes meet each other. “Isn't that clear? I'm here to take you home.”