The Charm of Love Amartha
Sacred Objects

"Eat it yourself, Mom. Shame in public places,"

"It's okay you're my wife, Yank. If anyone protests let me punch his mouth in shoes" Satya said.

Amartha ignored Satya's words, he instead focused on fried chicken that was still hot with sambal that tempts the taste. The woman began to condense the chicken and did not forget to give sambal in every mouthful of rice that entered her small mouth.

"Cock just diliatin? Don't want to eat?" amartha asked while looking at the rice and chicken that had not been touched at all.

"No. I even want a nyemek noodle again," replied Satya.

"Eye cake and chili pieces, beuh really delicious like," continued Satya who had imagined how delicious noodles with rawit pieces that make all dizzy can be shiny.

"That means you don't want to, right?" Amaryha pointed at the fried chicken with her chin.

"No. Just you, Yank..." Satya shook her head, Amartha cuekily took the fried chicken belonging to her husband. Ah, sure enough it would be fitting if he ate two pieces of fried chicken thighs, with the occasional sipping his orange ice.

Amartha ate very greedily, Satya who saw him almost ngeces. I've seen Mukbang live again. Satya then thrust the orange ice back when he saw his wife did not stop chewing.

"Drink don't forget, later sprains," said Satya.

Amartha just smiled and sipped her half glass of iced orange, then she resumed eating. Warm rice and chicken tend to be hot which makes it feel very delicious. Especially eaten at night like this. The pleasure that this haqiqi mah. When they were done, they both went home.

And now Amartha is sleeping in the car, Satya just smiles to see his wife who has been bristling in the middle.

"Sleeping one night?" lirih Satya saw that his wife had been closed. Satya was glued to his wife's stomach and whispered something there.

"Hey, is my son asleep yet? um, you're full now, aren't you? look at me asleep, it's time for you to go to sleep, too, huh? great kid!" whispered Satya to his wife's stomach.

After a while of driving, the man carried his wife from the basement until she entered his unit. Several pairs of eyes saw Satya who was holding his wife ala bridal style.

Satya was only grim when a lot of praise was shown to him, and labeled as a husband on standby, he said, the husband loves his wife and does not forget the man harvests prayers from the people who ride the same elevator as him.

Her woman was not at all disturbed even more soundly when carried by her husband. Satya pressed the password with great difficulty, and luckily the door opened soon.

"Your new habit, dear ... sleeps after feeling full," muttered Satya as she laid Amartha on the bed. If the sandal problem, the goods have been taken off right out of the car.

Moments later, her phone vibrated displaying Ivanka's name. However, Satya chose not to lift it. The man threw himself beside his wife. Slowly, he closed his eyes. Feeling tired after a day of work makes him sleep easily. Although his stomach was not yet filled.

Midnight Amartha woke up, she felt her throat very dry and wanted to feel the warm water.

"Hoammm, how am I here?" Amartha opened her eyes. She looked at her husband's phone on the nightstand, then she saw that it was 02:00 in the morning.

"Mas Satya must not have eaten," said Amartha felt guilty because.

But when he was about to leave, Satya woke up from his sleep.

"Where are you going, Yank?" satya asked with a voice typical of people just waking up.

"You drink, Mas. Thirsty." replied Amartha, the man immediately got out of bed but Satya immediately blocked his wife's hand.

"You're here, let me take it. What do you want to drink?" satya asked as she got up, she opened her eyes.

"Yet. Yes .. wait a moment I take it," Satya stroked his wife's stomach and immediately got off her soft bed.

"But, I'm laper again" said Amartha with his face. She felt selfish letting her husband starve while she slept with a full stomach.

"Father's son malem-malem make mom's belly twinkle, huh?" satya whispered in Amartha's stomach, as if her son could understand what she was saying.

"Well, do you want me to do something?" satya asked Amartha gently.

"Pengeny nyemek noodles, love pieces of cayenne, can you?" amartha hesitated.

"Hemm, may be but not many cabenya. You just wait here," said Satya who was about to leave.

"Iwuut..."Amartha was sulking at Satya.

"Alright, if my wife is forced," said Satya who immediately carried Amartha.

Satya stepped towards the kitchen and sat Amartha on the chair with the dining table.

Then Satya walked towards the kitchen set. The man then began his cooking. Amartha was stunned when she saw a bowl of noodles in front of her.

"That looks so good! I tried it, Mas?" amartha saw a white puff of smoke in her bowl.

"No boy? satya asked as Amartha had already directed one mouthful into her mouth.

"Great boy, my mom!" praise Amartha in the middle of enjoying Satya's noodles.

They eat at the dinner table until about 3 am. They joked in the middle of enjoying the food in front of him.

Amartha wondered whether the plan would be carried out today or tomorrow. Recalling the late night, she looked at her husband who was feeding noodles into her mouth. Feeling noticed, Satya finally looked at Amartha and smiled at his wife.

Satya and Amartha returned to their rooms. Satya went straight into the bathroom in her room. He wanted to brush his teeth and wash his face, all in a change of clothes he thought.

"So no, dad?" amartha murmured in his heart that was being gambled. The woman repeatedly sighed, waiting for Satya to come out of the bathroom.

"For so long Mas Satya in the dalem, what kind of semedi again?" amartha said.

"Huuufffh, what's the deg-degan, yeah?" amartha.

"Gosh, what's he doing in Dalem?" amartha said monologue with herself.

"Geez don't come out Satya, huh! what's fainting, anyway? how not to run?" Amartha was still talking to herself as her eyes could not escape the bathroom door.

While in the bathroom, Satya opens the towel storage cabinet. He wanted to take a small towel to wipe his face, then he saw something that felt awkward in his eyes.

"That's what, huh?" satya's eyes squeaked with a material between the inserts of a white towel. Satya then took the item and then grabbed it.

"Are the sacred things here?" muttered Satya while her mind wandered somewhere.

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