The Charm of Love Amartha
Abstinence When You're Not The Same

The Ganendra residence.

After dinner, they all gathered in the back garden near the pool.

"Home, yuk? it's malem," Satya asked when she saw the watch that was coiled on her wrist had shown at nine o'clock at night.

"Yes, stay home, noh the door is wide open," said Prisha.

"Don't talk to you, Mon!"

"Go home, honey..." Satya menowal-nowel arms of his wife.

"Mas went home alone, I still miss Mami.." said Amartha while playing her eyes on Sandra.

"If I go home alone there is me who misses you, Yank. I can not be far from you," said Satya memelas, the papi just laugh amusedly in the heart, the fate of his son was not much different from his.

"I'm sleepy, I'm going upstairs. Mommy, Papi, Amartha want to rest on top,"

"Yuk, Sha.." take Amartha to her sister-in-law. Abiseka simply nodded, as she was holding her laughter all her might, unable to bear the sight of her languishing child.

"Yes, dear.." - Sandra.

"Yank ... go home the same mas yuk, honey!" satya exclaimed as she watched Amartha walk away.

"Here you go, Sat ... Barin Amartha nginep here. You go home," Sandra said, preventing her son from forcing his son-in-law home.

"Well, how did Mami upset me anyway, Mam? I'm your daughter too, Mami forgot?" satya was upset.

"What else did you do, anyway?" ask Sandra.

"Nothing, Mama!" sahut Satya's.

"Mommy doesn't believe it" Sandra said.

"Satya, Satya .. The pregnant wife was made a smile, love attention, love what she likes, make her feel very special. Ah, you have a lot to learn from papi," Abiseka said to be proud of herself. Satya just peed at the base of her nose, dizzy

"Women who are pregnant are very sensitive, Sat! can not be nudged, it's your minter-pinter so as not to ruin his mood, already huh? mami is tired of going to sleep, if you want to go home do not forget to tell Mira to get the door," said Sandra who moved from her seat and invited her husband to go up to her room.

"Yeah, Pap..."

"Oh Allah has the heart to be like your own child" Satya's great-granddaughter who saw her parents would leave her.

"Patience to you, Sat!" Abiseka patted her son's shoulder and passed him.

However, Satya was not able to go home if he was not with his wife, Satya climbed the stairs. He walked to his room, but no one was there. Satya turns to her sister's room, but she can't get in because the door is locked from the inside.

"Bocil sleep wear in the key of everything!"

Satya finally knocks on Prisha's room door to ask her where her wife is.

"Mon, open the door!" Satya banged on Prisha's room door.

"Mon, open!" Satya repeated it again.

"Ish, what the hell? gedor-gedor people's doors!" prisha said, Poking out from behind the door.

"Where's amartha?" ask Satya.

"Sleeping!" prisha replied that she was sleepy, intending to close the door

"Eeeittts, wait a minute! sleeping where?" Satya held Prisha's door.

"Situuuu, noh..." Prisha pointed with her chin, her eyes already bristling with drowsiness.

"You moved there to my brother's room!" satya's orders are still standing.

"No way!" reject Prisha.

"Mons! you moved there! brother buyin' a bag, huh!" Satya tries to negotiate with Prisha.

"My money is already much in love papi, there go..." Prisha wants to close the door, but Satya is immediately arrested.

"Eeeits, wait..."

"Wind in, step aside!" Satya immediately breaks into Prisha's room and immediately raises his wife's bridal style.

Prisha who was already very sleepy immediately closed the door when his brother had come out with Amartha who was already in his subconscious.

Satya opened his room with great difficulty, the man closed the door with his feet, and he laid his wife's body on the bed in his room. He covered part of Amartha's body with a blanket.

Satya immediately changed clothes, and laid himself beside his wife who was having a snack.

In the morning, Amartha woke up before the dawn of the Adhan. But he felt a warm breath sweeping his neck.

Amartha blinked her eyes many times, she gathered her consciousness. The woman slowly turned her body around, she saw Satya was fast asleep.

"Mas.." call Amaratha.

"Mas Satya's..." Amartha repeated it again

"Emhh, why, Yank?" ask Satya who is still half conscious.

"The dawn" said Amartha.

"Wake up, Mas..." Amartha shook her husband's body.

"Yes, honey..." Satya finally opened her eyes slightly. The man sat down for a moment while gathering consciousness.

Satya immediately rushed to the bathroom, they both performed two rakaat obligatory as a Muslim. When she finished, Amartha kissed the back of her husband's hand. He then took off the face he was wearing.

"Be careful." said Satya as Amartha stood up.

Satya who was changing her coco shirt with casual clothes was shocked when his wife suddenly approached.

"Chicken porridge maker," whined Amartha.

"Want me masakin?" tanya Satya knitted her hair behind Amartha's ear.

"Buy buying, cook later" said Amartha.

"Yes, yok..." Satya immediately snatched the car keys.

After changing clothes, Amartha and Satya went down one by one stairs. Arriving in front of the car, Satya opened a door for his wife. Satya immediately walked around, she sat in the steering chair.

The sky was still dark, Satya started to slowly advance his car.

"Dong Yank's father was right, huh?" satya.

"Yes" said Amartha briefly.

"Cold, huh?" ask Satya. Amartha nodded. Satya immediately rearranges the air conditioner in the car, but Amartha is still cold. He remembered that in the back seat there was a suit that he was wearing yesterday. Satya pulled over his car, and covered his wife's body in a suit.

"Let's not be cold" said Satya.

"Thank you" replied Amartha. Satya smiled, then immediately drove her car across the still quiet streets. Satya was looking for a chicken porridge cart that might have gone this hour.

Because he was too focused on driving, Satya did not invite Amartha to chat, his eyes were busy looking for a chicken porridge seller. Satya was still walking down the street until she found what her wife wanted.

"Yank seems to have no sales," said Satya but Amartha was silent.

"Where are we looking?" ask Satya.

"Still very quiet, Yank ... or want to find somewhere else?" Satya did not take her eyes off the streets, she did not get an answer from Amartha. He glimpsed Amartha looking at the window without any intention of answering her question.

Satya sighed, Amartha must be sulking because his request could not be directly obeyed.

"Yank ... Don't get me, where are we going?" ask Satya.

"Yank?" Satya removed her seatbelt and brought her body closer to his wife.

"Gosh, he's sleeping, instead" Satya chuckles to herself when she realizes she's been babbling alone, while her wife has flown into the dreamland.

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