The Charm of Love Amartha
Already Habited
"Please.." said Alia shamelessly.
"Where are your thoughts, Alia? you asked for a very unreasonable reward," Firlan shook his head looking at Alia.
"I'm just taking a promise" Alia said again.
"Yes, I know! but this is not comparable, Alia! it's fine, if you ask to buy something that's still reasonable in the brain..."
"That's people's life, Alia! moreover, it's my own boss. I'm sorry, I can't accept your ridiculous request. Whatever, if you still think I still owe you, I don't care!" firlan said firmly. Alia let out a sigh, she again sipped the drink that Firlan had ordered.
"All right," said Alia limp.
"Why is your boss so obsessed with my boss? while he knows if Mr. Satya already has a wife," said Firlan.
"Let's go, I don't know! the more the day, the more uncontrollable." said Alia, clearly visible on the woman's face if she felt very dizzy going about her work.
"I'm sorry for this I can't" Firlan said.
"Yes, I get it. Huh! I'll stop being his assistant, I guess. Because for a long time I can be crazy made," said Alia limp.
The sun had already returned to his contest when Satya had reached his residence. He saw there was a car that used to be used by the mother.
"Mommy here?" muttered Satya while opening the car, he took his groceries before closing the car door.
To find out, he immediately entered the house.
"Surti's aunt!" Satya called one of the servants who worked at her house.
"Yes, Sir..."
"Please heat up again, huh? I'll go upstairs first. Oh, huh? mami came here?" ask Satya.
"True, Mr. .. Madame Sandra is in the room together with Miss Amartha," said Bik Surti.
"Oh, yes, I did! don't forget to make orange ice, Bik?" satya said before going up to her room.
"Good, Mister..."
The man sped up his pace to quickly get to the top. Satya opened the door, and the mother was sitting on the edge of the bed chatting with her.
"Where are you, Sat?" asked Sandra, who twisted her body slightly to look at her child.
"Buy meatballs for your dear wife" replied Satya.
"Yank, want to eat now or?" satya asked Amartha, his wife.
"Right now, Mas.." replied Amartha.
"Mam ... eat meatballs, yuk?" take Amartha and reveal her blanket and try to stand aided by her in-laws.
"First off, I'll change my clothes first." said Satya.
"Well, we'll wait downstairs, okay?" amartha.
While Amartha and the mother went downstairs, Satya immediately headed for the bathroom to refresh herself. When finished, he covered his upper body with a t-shirt. Hiding the boxes printed on his stomach.
Not wasting a long time, Satya immediately walked out of the room and headed towards the dining table. And sure enough, Sandra and Amartha were already stirring the meatballs in the bowl.
"Where's this big meatball, Sat?" ask Sandra who started cutting big meatballs with a knife.
"Have you, Mum..." Amartha shifted a bowl that was still intact.
"That's a big game, Mom! I'm tired of waiting" complained Satya.
"Why not ask Damian for help? or pesen aja use services between food, that is.." said Sandra.
"Mas Satya wants a mastiin shop that sells meatballs clean, Mam! I'm sure, Mas Satya before buying also the same interview that has so buy meatballs for not about," serobot Amartha.
"You know what, Yank?" said Satya who then tasted the meatball sauce and added sambal and soy sauce.
"Oh, yes obviously! it's always like that..."
"You haven't changed, have you? masiiih aja ribet if the business of buying food outside, surely cravings you a lot that is not obedient huh, dear?" Sandra looked at her daughter-in-law.
"Yes, Mama! well, how else," said Amartha.
"Well, if that's not weird, I'll do it, Mam..." Satya defended herself.
"But it's funny, inside the meatballs there's meatballs" Sandra said.
"Yes, Mama! but the rules in the dalem here are like there are chillies. But this isn't there, is it?" amartha said while breaking into the contents of her baby meatballs.
"That's what? no mommy, too, baby! maybe the selling forgetfulness is giving the cab," said Sandra who began to bite the meatballs with the spicy sauce.
"It's not forgetfulness, Mam! but.." said Amartha hanging, Sandra and Amartha compactly looked at Satya with a peeking gaze.
"What's? how come you come here? I don't exist either!" satya said a little nervous.
"Don't you deliberately tell the sell to make new meatballs according to your request, huh, Mas?" accuse Amartha.
"Well, that's the meat on the sambel and the chili is not good for you, Yank! anyway the guy is smart, because I paid 10 times for 10 servings of this meatball," said Satya.
"I was told to stop by again" Satya continued without sin.
"No, I'm guessing." said Amartha. Sandra just shook her head.
They also enjoy round-shaped food with occasional interspersed with small talk.
While on another continent, there was a man who was pensive in one corner of his room.
"I try to move forward leaving the past behind. But why every time I try, I always remember your face. Especially with what we've been through before," said the man.
He swiped his phone screen, he looked at a picture of a woman.
"So far I've only moved, but my heart and soul are still left with you. That's stupid, isn't it?" the man is a monologue.
"It's hard to forget you, even if you can't get it now,"
The man smiled, looking at a portrait of himself with a girl with long hair.
"I'm sure your life is happy now. I can see that from every news someone sends me. I'm really like a real stalker, the same thing I used to do. The difference is I can't see you for real" the man said. He hung up his phone and put it on the sofa, next to where he was sitting right now.
The man turned to his soft king size bed instead of playing. He threw himself down, looking up at the ceiling.
"I'm just pretending to be good, but I'm not really okay. May God grant you salvation, to the child you bear today,"
After getting tired of monologuing with himself, the man closed his eyes for a moment. Recalling the beautiful flash of memory stored neatly in his memory. A faint smile rose from his lips, while recalling the face of someone who until now still filled the recesses of his heart.
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