The Charm of Love Amartha
The Amateur

This is what if the amateur starts to draw his brush. Vira just followed his imagination, in his brain there was already a sketch of the picture being poured on one side of the beige wall.

Various paint colors are lined up as well as brushes of various sizes. Vira bends her legs against her knees. He had coated the floor with super wide plastic so that the paint did not contaminate the dark brown parquet.

Vira lowered her mask and turned to Amartha.

"Aren't you tired of sitting there?" ask Vira.

"No," said Amartha who cut her eyes off from the screen of her phone.

"Aren't you bothered by the smell of this paint?" vira asked after replacing the brush she was wearing with a smaller brush.

"No, Yem! why emang?" Amartha asked back.

"No, maybe it's a headache. Bumils like to be sensitive to odor problems," Vira said.

"If you are tired of sleeping in your room, I'm still a long time ago." continued Vira again.

"Yes, Viraaaaa .. You are like Satya, you are so chatty!" amartha 

"Hahahahah, be patient! it's all for your own good, because you're pregnant. So, people will treat you special" said Vira.

The woman continued to paint something on the wall. Slowly but surely, Vira moved her hand with a brush, visualizing what was in her brain.

Now he's drawing animals with long legs and neckline. While Amartha who was cool with the screen of his phone did not escape the sight of Vira.

"What's up, Ta? seriously bagget," chirped Vira who began to give color to giraffes.

"Again reading the novel" said Amartha who showed her phone screen to Vira. The woman frowned in surprise.

"Online novel, Yem!" amartha continued, Vira just nodded in understanding. Because the current era everything is now facilitated by the development of technology. 

Hearing the word novel, something flashed in Amartha's head. Some memories of when they were in college and living in the same boarding house.

"Inget, didn't we often hunt for novels in bookstores?" Amartha moved from her seat. He walked away from the chair that supported his body.

"Yes, it's obvious, right! and because we want to hunt a novel, we once fell from a motorcycle. That was the beginning of your closeness with your current husband, right? try if you don't I take it to the hospital, you certainly won't know if Satya is actually a doctor," said Vira, while continuing to focus on the picture.

"Huhahah, you're still craving, Vir!" chirps Amartha. Amartha Yang wearing a mask approached Vira who was now sitting slightly down. He was giving a pattern to a brownish-orange animal.

"Why not want, at that time his attitude was very cold like ice cubes, but suddenly liquid if again talking to you," said Vira considering the attitude of Satya at that time.

"Hahaha, grudge, no! he was not cold at all, even the existing slengean," explained Amartha.

"Yes the same as you. The person he likes. Well, if the same I will be different again, presumably begging for mercy! but pretty good anyway, I can't cross that part.." said Vira ambiguously, he remembered Satya who gave him a monthly money that made him a delicious selonjoran, while lying in the boarding house. Compensation money so that Vira would accompany Amartha who was still working at the clinic, at least Satya could hold Vira so as not to quickly go home after graduating from college.

"Well, what a funny picture of you, Vira!" praise Amartha when you see the giraffe that has begun to clear its shape because Vira has just finished the image of the animal.

"You're talented know, aren't you?" amartha. Vira was sitting, now standing. 

"Its ugly picture don't get insulted, huh?" seloroh Vira's.

"Yeeee, who's insulting. It's called praising tau, isn't it?" Amartha.

Vira, who deliberately wears jeans, began to shift the chair. He carried a color palette in his hand before riding on a chair.

"Be careful, Vir!" Amartha.

"Look down, Vira's used to being a monkey. So relax, don't fall!" seloroh Vira's.

"The seats aren't very high!" friend of Amartha.

"Yes know. You want any height but if you fall, it's gonna hurt, Vir!" amartha reminded Vira to be more careful.

"Ready, pregnant!" sahut Vira's.

"Well, there's a little break in the room. I'm still here for a long time" said Vira, she did not want Amartha exhausted. Because it is too long to sit and stand, it can make the legs feel sore especially the woman is already pregnant.

Before long Sasa came to bring snacks and drinks for Vira.

"You happened to be here, Sa!" amartha said to Sasa who put drinks and some snacks on the table.

"Can I help you, ma'am?" sasa asked closer to his master.

"Please Temenin Vira here, huh? I want to lay down first in the room. Kasian if he's in this room alone." said Amartha to his servant.

"Okay, Madam.." said Sasa.

"Vir, I'll go to the room first, okay? inget, you have to be careful!" Amartha.

"Yes yes bumiiiiil, this is also careful, really! by now, rest. Kasian tuh Jumaroh in the stomach must be tired, need his mother comfortable lying on the mattress," said Vira pointed to Amartha's large stomach.

"I stay first" Amartha turned and walked towards the door that was connected to her room. Not forgetting he took his phone and locked the door after the woman was already in his room.

Amartha walked slowly towards her soft bed, she began to position herself to sleep sideways. Several times the woman yawned, she could not continue reading. And it did not take long, the woman immediately flew into the dreamland.

While elsewhere.

"Firlan, I'm going out for a minute. I have an appointment with Mr. Irwan" Satya told his assistant who was busy with his work.

"I don't have to come, do I?" ask Firlan to make sure.

"I'll be there alone" Satya replied.

"Oh, yes Lan! please have them send some bottles of honey here, I want to know how the quality. Just say, if I cancel the visit there," Satya ordered.

"Oh yeah, one more. I also want honeycomb! so, all of you have them send that too" continued Satya.

"Okay, sir." replied Firlan. 

Satya immediately left her office. In fact, Satya would go out of town to review the honey-producing beekeeping he owned. In fact, if he had never tried to eat the honeycomb his wife bought at one of the supermarkets, he might never have thought of venturing into the world of beekeeping. 

Satya now drives her car somewhere to meet with her business partner. The handsome man had made a reservation at a restaurant, he walked towards the table he had ordered. Suddenly there was a hand that coiled around his arm possessively. Satya stopped her steps and looked at the person sharply.