The Charm of Love Amartha
Let Sterile

"But." muttered Amartha hesitantly looking at the thing in his hand.

"Hufffh, yes you want what else, I do not want my household entered by a third person," he said reassured himself.

Satya was still inside the bathroom, it seemed like she was still soaking in there.

Amartha repeatedly looked at the item she was now hiding behind her body. The chat sent by Ivanka really made her fret, fluttering like a worm in iodized salt love.

The woman who seemed to be the same age as her husband really looked very attractive, she was afraid of the worst possibility that could happen. Moreover, the woman discussed about marriage, is the relationship of her husband with the woman more than just a matter of work? Would a husband she believed could do such a cruel thing to her? Their children will soon see the world in the next few months.

While Amartha was preoccupied with her bad thoughts towards her husband, Satya had already completed her bathing ritual. The man came out of the bathroom wearing a bathrobe. The man walked over while rubbing his wet hair with a towel.

Amartha, who saw her husband coming out of the bathroom, hid the thing he had hidden behind her.

"Udah finished?" amartha asked Satya who was walking closer to him. Amartha became nervous.

"Udah Yankee. Oh yes, I prepared warm water in the bathtub," said Satya.

"Thank you" said Amartha who walked straight to the bathroom and immediately closed the door.

The woman immediately entered and immediately enjoyed the warm water that was now relaxing her body. Long enough he soaked, until he remembered the thing he brought to the bathroom.

Amartha immediately finished her bath, she slipped it between the pile of towels in the clean towel storage cabinet.

"Well, safe!" amartha.

Amartha did not forget to dry her hair with a hair dryer. When finished he came out wearing a bathrobe.

Her husband was already prepared with his scabbard and coke shirt.

"Maghrib soon. We're having a party, huh?" satya.

"Yes" said Amartha briefly.

Then they went to worship together, not forgetting Amartha kissed the back of her husband's hand after they finished praying.

"I'm sure it's the woman's wits, there's no way my husband will marry again, I'm sure Mas Satya is a loyal man." Amartha murmured in his heart.

Satya immediately grabbed her phone to call her mom.

"Hello, Mum? Mam, Satya same Amartha can not go there, because Amartha kecapean really. Oh gee? yes already, tomorrow Amartha I anterin all go to the office" Satya said on the phone.

Amartha did not quite clearly hear the talk of the mother and child. After folding her face, Amartha walked out of the room. His stomach was struggling to fill up immediately.

Because she could not stand it, the woman took the milk in the refrigerator and poured it into a white bowl.

The woman now turned to take a loaf of bread without fringe, and immediately put the bread into milk. Soft bread mixed with cold milk made the woman addicted.

Satya who saw his wife come out of the room immediately followed him after he changed clothes.

The man shook his head as he watched his wife delicately sit down while eating milk-soaked bread.

"Laper?" ask Satya.

Amartha simply nodded, and finished his meal alone.

"I want tempura?" said Satya who had pulled a chair and sat next to his wife.

"I want to lamongan, must be delicious hot chicken given sambel sambel equally lalapan," said Amartha who imagined the delicious meal on the side of the road.

"But I want it." said Amartha scowled.

"Yes, we're looking now." Satya chose to obey the wishes of his wife, rather than later mengambek berabe his business.

Satya pressed the gas pedal to cut the highway, while looking at the restaurant that serves fried chicken as the main menu. Satya also remembered her mother's words.

"Sat? if the wife is craving and wants something, you must do it. Mami does not want ya later granddaughter mami ileran just because the cravings are not obedient!" that is the advice of the mother. Satya can only give up on what she has to do.

Satya also thought that Amartha must have been hard-earned in undergoing her pregnancy. Although it is precisely Satya morning sick, but it cannot be denied carrying the load in the stomach for months without being able to be suspended even for a minute, make Satya as much as possible obey what his wife wants.

But sometimes he also misses the moments Amartha noticed him, but again the man did not want to be selfish. Now his wife is pregnant and it is not an easy matter, his body is becoming a place for the development of their future children. There must have been a lot of discomfort that Amartha felt, although his wife rarely complained.

"Mas over there," said Amartha, pointing at a tent stall.

"Should it be there?" ask Satya carefully.

"Yes, I want it there, it smells like it came here" said Amartha, sniffing at the smell that was said to be delicious.

"Feelings don't smell anything" murmured Satya.

"What did you say?" Amartha turned towards her intimidating husband.

"No, I just said where to park?" satya answered.

"Yes in front of the tent. Let's grab the parking lot!" amartha was impatient.

"O Allah is the Grandpa utun, this greatly changes the nature of his mother. The feeling used to be not gini-gini very," muttered Satya.

"So, don't you want to eat there?" Amartha glanced at her husband.

"Eh, no, no! want to, just this again parking first," said Satya quickly, it turns out Amartha heard what he just said. The woman now bent her face, making Satya swallow her saliva with great difficulty.

"Udah yuk, come down..." Satya opened the seat belt that wrapped around his body and turned to open the seat belt to his wife.

Satya immediately opened the door and got out of the car, not forgetting he helped his wife to get down.

"Bang, two fried chicken pesen, drink two orange ices. sambelnya lotin, huh?" amartha said to the seller who was standing next to Satya.

Soon their orders came. The man took a tissue to wipe the glass containing orange ice. Then he walked to his car to pick up the stainless straw he always kept in the car. The man replaced the plastic straw with a stainless straw he was carrying.

"Liar sterile, do not hold the hands of his brothers, and reduce plastic waste" said Satya as if answering from a confused look Amartha.

"Ish not good if the same violence that sells, yes..."

"The straws were also removed, just like plastic waste" said Amartha.

Satya waved his hand at the seller, he asked for two bottled mineral water, he opened it and washed his hands.

"That's why mineral water washes your hands?" ask Amartha astonished.

"Liar is sterile." said Satya who made Amartha gawk.

"Do you want to eat alone or do I take a bribe?" continue the man.

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