The Charm of Love Amartha
Loreng

"I'm Alia, don't you keep my number?" alia asked, her forehead wrinkled.

"Oh, Alia. I forgot, haven't I saved your number, what's up?" answer Firlan flatly.

"Miss Ivanka asked Mr. Satya to meet at a cafe near our office" Alia repeated.

"I'll ask Mr. Satya first. Tomorrow I tell you again" said Firlan, the man glanced at the wall clock in his room.

"alright, Sir. Good night, sorry to interrupt." Alia cut off the phone, she took off her glasses all day hanging on her nose.

"Hadeuhhhh, tomorrow the address gets sprotaaaaan again! hoam, sleepy. It's better now that I sleep, at least so I can prepare mentally for the boss's nagging," said Alia who stuck her head on a pillow.

While Firlan directly contacted Satya about Ivanka who wanted to meet again.

Satya frowned in surprise when at a glance saw her phone ring, there was the name Firlan on her screen.

"Mass?" Amartha called Satya.

"There's a phone" continued Amartha, pointing at the phone next to the man.

"Ganggung," Satya said in her sexy voice, and ignored her phone that kept ringing.

"Mass, pick up first" Amartha told her husband to pause his current activities.

"Telfon from Firlan. Also a work problem. Let alone, the responsibility will enter" said Satya who looked at his wife.

"Put the juicer first, Mass!" Amartha was anxious to see her husband's behavior, he sat his wife down at the table in the kitchen, while the man stood in front of her while putting pieces of melon into the juice machine.

"It's important" Amartha said again, interrupting Satya's activities.

"So soon why is Firlan using all the nelfon, just disturb!" gerutu Satya's.

"But I washed my hands first" Satya washed her hands under the water in the sink. The man pulled the tissue towel and dried his hands before grabbing his phone.

"Yes. Hello, Lan? hows it? whynot? did you meet earlier, someone who does not understand us yet? yes, you set it up" said Satya who was involved in a phone conversation with her assistant. The man pocketed his pinsel and resumed the delayed activity

"Why, Mas?" amartha asked curious about the look on her husband's face that was so upset.

"work, Yank ... Ivanka asked to see you" Satya said briefly.

"Ivanka?" amartha.

"Yes, it's not important, this is me making you melon juice first," Satya began to press the juicer, then came out a very fresh melon juice.

Satya made a glass of unsweetened melon juice for his beloved wife, Amartha was reluctant to eat dinner. Bumil that one just accompany her parents and her husband enjoy their dinner.

"No eating, really? later laper, loh." said Satya while giving a glass of melon juice in the hands of his wife. Amartha who was still in a position to sit on the table, immediately sipped the fresh drink.

"Again males, let alone the name Ivanka," he said after spending half his juice.

"Ehem, jealous of yeeeeeee?" Satya pinched his wife's cheek

"Yes, it's clear! which man is not interested if it is deteretin same sexy girl like that? the front is the same back on point all," said Amartha who holds a glass with both hands.

"There," said Satya quickly.

"Me! I'm not interested in him, want him to wear clothes lacking materials or use spider webs though. Because I'm only interested in you, I like it the most." Satya's words stopped as Amartha quickly covered her husband's mouth with one hand.

"Oh, this mouth has no filter, huh?" amartha said, then released her hand.

"Can say the same to you, Yank." said Satya grinning.

"You," Satya answered quickly.

"Had you.awwwrhh," He continued, Satya imitated the voice of a tiger. Amartha laughed at her husband's love for the tiger style that would pounce on his prey. Amartha immediately spent the juice in the glass rather than having to serve Satya's speech that was not clear.

Today, early in the morning Amartha was already struggling in the kitchen, he only prepared bread toast, coffee and tea for breakfast.

"Bikin what, honey? very fragrant." said Rosa approached the kitchen.

"Bread, Mah .. Papah where, Mah?" amartha said that he put bread on a large plate.

"There, again in the room. It's coming out, too" said Rosa, who helped her daughter put a plate of bread on the table. Amartha immediately took off her black appron after finishing making a turnover with topping sausages and Satya's favorite cheese. He immediately washed his hands and wiped them with a tissue.

"Amartha go up first huh, Mah? want to call Mas Satya for breakfast together," said Amartha who put a plate containing turnover on the dining table.

"Yes, Honey. Mamah also wants to call you papah" said Rosa.

"Be careful going up the stairs" said the middle-aged woman again.

"Yes, Mah.." replied Amartha who then left the kitchen and climbed one of the steps, towards her room.

"Lan, tell me the meeting this morning, you share the location," said Satya who stood behind him. The man pocketed back his phone and immediately turned around after hearing the footsteps of someone approaching him.

"Mass? breakfast, yuk?" amartha confirmed the position of Satya's tie, then tidied the suit worn by her husband.

"What is your breakfast, how?" Satya grabbed his wife's waist.

"I'm not bread, Mom!" Amartha looked down in shame

"Hahahaha, ntar you buy another one that is fried, huh?" said Satya who could no longer hold back her laughter.

"The tiger is fried" said Amartha, Satya laughed again.

"Shew utuy? don't be naughty, huh? I want to go to work first, we will have another conversation later," Satya leaned over and spoke with Amartha's stomach as she gently stroked him.

"Look, ah.." take Amartha to her husband.

After finishing breakfast, Satya drove his car to a cafe that had opened so early. Many enjoy their breakfast there with a fresh cup of coffee and cake from the oven.

Satya stepped out of the car, into the cafe. While Firlan was already there with Alia, Alia who saw Satya came straight to her feet.

"Please, Mister.." said Alia invited Satya to sit down, and rightly according to her guess. Satya will sit down with him and Firlan. Alia turns her brain, Ivanka will come soon and she must get out of there with Satya's assistant.

"Aawhhhh," Alia shrieked in pain.

"What's wrong with you, Al?" ask Firlan coldly.

"My stomach hurt, probably because of this early morning coffee," explained Alia.

"It's so fucking you, Alia" said Firlan coldly.

"Sir Firlan can take me to the hospital around here? I have chronic gastritis, it hurts a lot" Alia said as she held onto her stomach, a cold sweat drenching her forehead, her face turning pale.

"Antar, Lan. Kasian, it's like that shoot." said Satya who saw Alia withstanding her stomach pain.

"Alright, come on Al.." said Firlan as he got up and pulled Alia out of the cafe. While Alia gets into Firlan's car, Ivanka comes into the cafe.

"Sorry to keep you waiting" said a woman sitting in front of Satya.

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