The Charm of Love Amartha
From Heart to Heart

After the show is over, Vira and Firlan leave. While Rudy and Rosa stayed over, remembering that it was late afternoon and they still missed their daughter, at least they wanted to stay longer with their daughter.

"Well, stay here a few days, okay?" rengek Amartha sat on the edge of the bed.

"Amartha kangen loh same mom," he said again while holding Rosa's hand.

"Would you like to have children who are spoiled like this?" Rosa cut her son's nose, fat.

"Just mama means something to be missed?" knock Rudy by narrowing his eyes. The man seemed to not accept if his son only missed Rosa alone.

"Yes papa too, right mama sebet sama papah," Amartha grinned, Rudy rubbed the tops of his daughter's head.

"Yes, Amartha came out. Have a good rest," Amartha patted Rosa on the back of the hand and immediately got off the soft bed. Amartha walked over and closed the door from the outside.

"Huh, that boy now his nature has changed huh, Pah? so more cheerful," Rosa looked towards her husband.

"Yes, Mah..." Rudy smiled, and kissed the back of his wife's hand. Rudy was very relieved to see Amartha surrounded by people who loved her very much.

Amartha walked out from the direction of the guest room towards the kitchen.

"Huff, where? who says he wants to make ibumilk shake, deck?" muttered Amartha while rubbing her stomach as if talking to her future child. His eyes were pinched while he was in the kitchen.

"Who? Mas's? why?" Amartha caught a well-built man standing in front of a food processor.

"Now, make you a milk shake, use this biscuit topping, right? want to make a topping or want to be mixed all together?" satya said he twisted his body, and showed pieces of black biscuits that had been smoothed.

"Mix her milk like it's better" Amartha sat down at the table in the kitchen.

"As you want, baby." said Satya with a voice made tempting. Amartha even laughed with her husband's silly behavior, making milk shake aja use a lot of style.

"Mass?" Amartha called her husband who again put some vanilla-flavored UHT milk that she had deliberately frozen from noon into the food processor and she put a scoop of biscuits.

"Yes?" sahut Satya who undoes his intention to press the tool in front of him, and instead looks at his wife.

"Not so, deh..." Amartha abandoned his intentions.

"Well, why not be? why?" Satya began to press the food processor, and the blade began to spin causing a noise of the engine.

"Bikin people are curious ajah," continued Satya.

"Ehm, I miss my mom papa" said Amartha suddenly.

"And you're in the room, honey. You live only samperin," Satya began to take a high clear glass that is commonly used to drink milk.

"I mean, I want to go home to my parents," explained Amartha looking at Satya expectantly.

"Later huh? my work is a lot more, later if it's slow we go there and nginep, but not now, okay?" satya said as gently as possible so that his wife would understand, the man continued to pour milk shake into the glass.

"Yes, but .. if mom is equally papaep in our house can we, no? I miss your cooking, I haven't seen you in a long time either." said Amartha as her finger made indistinct patterns on the table.

"May, tomorrow we will occupy a new house, not far from here anyway, because mami who asked to be able to hold the same granddaughter later," said Satya while taking vanilla flavored ice cream with ice cream scoop.

"Thank you, huh Mas?" amartha said smiling

"Together, dear..." Satya returned his wife's smile.

"This is it .. milk shake with ice cream and biscuits ala chef Satya," said Satya by mimicking the style of a famous chef while putting a glass containing milk shake

"Cobain dong, dear..." Amaryha immediately grabbed the glass, he tasted vanilla ice cream before stirring it.

"It must be good, because I love extra scoop of love and attention." said Satya when he saw his wife drinking milk shake made.

"Hmm, yummy!" amartha lowered her glass.

"Blepotan," Satya kissed his wife's lips at a glance.

"Ih, Mas .. habit, it's not good for people to look at," Amartha wobbly perhaps there is a sudden nongol in the kitchen.

"Hehehehe, finished huh?" Satya can only grin, then move on.

"I want to wash this first," said Satya while reaching for the tools that had been used. The man started to turn on the tap and wash.

"Mass?" Amartha called her husband.

"Yes?" satya Sahut who is busy nyuci.

"Thank you." said Amartha smiling, during her pregnancy Satya always patiently faced her.

"You said too much today, dear.." said Satya who was done with washing.

"Want to try, right?" Amartha offered him a drink in his hand.

"I'm full, make you, baby." said Satya who then approached his wife.

"really? don't nyesel loh," Amartha blinked one eye.

"Would you be flirty, now?" Satya kissed Amartha's cheek.

Amartha finished his drink, then rose up to wash the glass he had been wearing.

"Let me, honey..." Satya took the glass alij in his wife's hand and washed it immediately.

"Mass? are you the same as Ivanka?" tanya Amartha hangs.

"Only limited to business partners, nothing more" Satya answered while washing his wife's used glass.

"Related?" chirps Amartha.

"Do you doubt my burning love for you?" Satya turned her head and closed the water tap. He put the glass that was now clean again.

"Jadul really uses the word all burning," Amartha sneered at the words of her husband who was too old to say. Satya sat down beside his wife, and took his wife into his arms.

"Denger, dear .. I will not betray our marriage, I will not. You and Satya junior are everything to me, I will not do anything strange. Do you believe me, right? whatever happens in our marriage, you have to be sure in my heart there is only you, nothing else." Satya said as he peeked at his wife's face. Then his wife came back. Satya does know that Amartha has not been very fond of Ivanka since the first time they met.

Maybe at that time the instinct of a wife working when knowing the signals are not good from a woman who is the same age as her husband.

"But, I'm sorry I accidentally read the chat that Ivanka sent on your phone, Mas.." said Amartha, she hid in the chest of her husband's field. The woman was afraid that her husband would get angry because he had read a chat from Ivanka.

"What chat?" Satya frowned in wonder, then he lashed his body and his wife. Looking into Amartha's eyes.

"If he wants to." said Amartha hanging.

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