Before we split up
Chapter - 04

Ayunda pushed the key to her house into the hole and then opened the door. Without Ayunda asking Samudra to enter, Samudra had already followed her, so Samudra prepared to follow her into her room…

The ocean saw Ayunda's room which looked very spacious, although it was joined together with his study.

“You do not need to wait for me to pack,” said Ayunda while staring with concern back, then he hung the painting on the wall of his room on the deck of the workbench.

Samudra nodded, he still went into Ayunda's room, and waited for Ayunda to clear his things “I don't mind. I will bring your bag down.” Samudra said as he walked towards the window of Ayunda's room.

Real nice. “Terexistent.”

Ayunda's cheeks flushed at the attention of the Ocean, but he tried not to be tempted by the attention the Ocean gave him, he did not want to be near the Ocean, and did not want to give the Ocean a chance.

Ayunda did not want to be persuaded to take a decision that was not hers, because when Ayunda began seeking divorce, the goal was only to break off the relationship.

The two of them had set their own lives, and in his opinion, there was no point in demanding some of the assets he did not need ahead of the divorce.

Ayunda does not need the Ocean. You don't need anything from that guy. No more sacrifices, obligations, or debts to be paid. The ocean has given him more than enough, even too much.

But when the man raised the issue of wisdom from this situation, Ayunda admitted his pettiness in looking at the matter. And he'll also try to fix it before the bren*sek makes the final threat to his gallery and will tie him up for the rest of his life.

Ayunda exhaled with a huff and slammed the closet door. Blouses, skirts, trousers, and dresses hung on the crossbar of short hangers, neatly arranged according to their type and use. Ayunda collected everything into a pile, then turned around and threw it on the bed, and returned to the closet to pick up the suitcase he had stored at the top of the closet. Ayunda had dreamed of a holiday without a gallery, but now ruined by the Ocean.

After removing the hanger from the silk top, he glanced towards the Ocean as the man rubbed his own shoulders. The shoulders that used to be massaged Ayunda almost every night in length with the Ocean.

Now he doesn't like to be this close to the ocean. He didn't want to meet that guy at all. Don't want to know what has changed in the man he once loved so much after all these years. He saw the news. Hear rumors. Hating the fact that it turns out the Ocean can be so different. However, here and now, part of him hopes that everything he reads is true. That the man he used to know had now left and all that remained was a body that vaguely reminded him of someone he once knew. It would be much easier to take care of the heart he had painstakingly restored.

Twenty minutes later, Samudra stood at the window, staring at the center of Jogja, his back leaning against the frenzied background that seemed behind him.

“No, you didn't hear me wrong,” said Ayunda on the phone wedged between her shoulder and ear. “Nindyra, I'm sorry I did this to you.”

Yes, Samudra understands. With the busyness of Ayunda, he felt that he had inconvenienced Ayunda and took his time off, but anyway, it was Ayunda who started it all with the divorce filing letter.

The corner of the mouth of the Ocean is raised, this is the talk of the Ayunda gallery business that he has been talking about for minutes. After the three phones that entered during the Ocean entered the Ayunda residence. Ayunda is very attached to her work, and loves every minute of it.

Ayunda is very capable, decisive, professional and very authoritative. This attitude was not there when they were together.

Lost was already the figure of the slightly spoiled and extremely sweet beautiful princess that Ocean had once held his hand to guard her.

Ayunda is so different.

With Ayunda's attention split between Nindyra and packing, Samudra let her gaze slowly follow the curves of Ayunda's body. From fine black hair that decomposes, to tight sweaters with materials that are too thin and bright blue. Then the slender waistline and the thin skirt that covered her hips and legs, every curve and shape that was once very familiar Ocean but now can only imagine it, from the one seen behind the material of her clothes. Then Samudra stared at Ayunda's slender ankles, clad in the branded shoes she had seen.

Right too high to be able to safely step steadily on the streets of downtown.

Ayunda bent over the bed, one foot on the floor, the other on the knee, the big toe on the carpet, the heel twirled slowly.

The ocean gulped, her mouth suddenly dry, her chest tight. There was too much that he saw on Ayunda's body.

The ocean thinks the heel is stuck to his back, or how it feels when the foot is wrapped around his hip or over his shoulder.

The gaze of the Ocean rose again, following the curve of Ayunda's ankle, the occasional raised groove of her calf teasingly behind the tip of the twitching skirt. Then to the rounded hips and smooth back that bent form a soft arch as Ayunda stretched out his hand packing his belongings.

"Control yourself, the Ocean," inwardly.

The sound of a coat hanger on the bed jolts the attention of the Ocean back to the ongoing conversation between Ayunda and Nindyra via phone“?"

“Why?” hiss Ayunda's breath rang out, Ayunda's voice swallowing, as if he did not want the Ocean to know. “I want this problem to be finished.” Ayunda closed the phone.

"Nindyra, she's busy taking care of the gallery, she's not coming with us,"

"For whoever wants to take her, my business is only with you." The ocean smiles triumphantly, the less distraction the better. And maybe Samudra wants Ayunda for himself.

Not to take her to bed. No!!! Samudra has quality time with Ayunda. Although it is still legitimate for him to take Ayunda to bed.