The Charm of Love Amartha
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"Hello?" Amartha greeted people across the phone.

"Mas Kenan?" Amartha called the caller who did not speak.

"Where are you?" kenan asked in his flat tone, there was no affectionate call as usual.

"I ... um," Amartha bit her lower lip, confused as to what to answer.

"Where areyou? I'm in front of your boarding house" said Kenan asking for the whereabouts of his girlfriend.

"Huh? uh, I can't tell you if I want to come here?" Amartha nervously answered Kenan's question

"You haven't answered my question, Amartha!" Kenan began to raise his voice he ruffled his hair in frustration.

"I.." neither did Amartha continue his answer, Satya immediately took the phone in Amartha's hand.

"Amartha is at my house, I'll tell you the address, now I want breakfast, bye!" satya said briefly and clearly then hung up the phone. Amartha just sculpted, confused what if Kenan had arrived here. Satya typed something on Amartha's phone.

"Continue eating? keep taking the medicine" said Satya, who sat Amartha back and returned the girl's phone.

"Yes" answered Amartha

They finished the breakfast sharing version in the morning. Satya did not forget to remind Amartha to take her medicine. Not long after, Kenan arrived at his rival's house. Kenan rang the bell many times as if impatiently waiting for the owner of the house to open the door. Just now Kenan was about to squeeze the bell back the door suddenly opened.

"Brissy!" satya said as the door opened wide. Kenan looked at Satya sharply.

Satya just looked on with a mocking look at Kenan burning jealous flames. Satya invites Kenan in.

"Where's Amartha?" Kenan, who was still standing at the door, did not want to talk.

"There," Satya answered the question of the man in front of her while sliding his body to the side revealing the figure of the girl Kenan was looking for.

"Mas" Amartha looked down unwilling to see a flash of anger on Kenan's face.

"Let's go home!" Kenan pulled Amartha's hand.

"Wait ... What's wrong with your jeans?" Kenan was shocked to see Amartha wearing very short jeans exposing the girl's smooth thigh.

"I am the scissor, you see." Satya had not yet explained, Kenan had already aired the blow.

"Brengsw*k!" Kenan smacks Satya in the face, the man staggers backwards slumped in his living room. Fresh blood flowed from the corner of Satya's lips. Satya did not fight back when Kenan again hit her stomach and grabbed her by the collar.

"What are you doing, brengs*k!" Kenan shouted with mounting anger.

Amartha who saw it did not remain silent. Amartha tried to stop Kenan's grip.

"Mas Kenan, lebarin! Satya is not wrong!" said Amartha, sobbing.

"What?! you said he wasn't wrong?!" Kenan let go of the man.

Satya just smiled meaningfully. Although he has martial arts, Satya chooses not to fight every attack from Kenan. Satya did not want Amartha to see her as someone scary.

"Yes, Mas.." replied Amartha Iirih.

"We're going home now!" Kenan pulled Amartha's hand.

"Awh!" Amartha squealed in pain as Kenan suddenly pulled her, as her legs were still painful for walking

"Martha!" Satya immediately released Kenan's hand from the girl.

"Are you okay?" ask Satya worried.

"I'm fine, Mas.." replied Amartha with a face still with pain.

"I'm sorry, sweetie..."

"What's sick?" Kenan cupped Amartha's face with his hand.

"She fell out of the bike, so I had scissors on my jeans, saw her feet on that blister, and Amartha fainted yesterday, so I brought her here," obviously Satya who was careless to see Kenan clutching Amartha's body.

"I'm sorry, I don't know." said Kenan as he kissed Amartha's head. Satya saw it off. Amartha let go of Kenan's embrace, as she felt bad to be seen by Satya. Kenan is actually angry why Amartha did not tell him about the accident that hit the girl. But he better not ask, for Amartha will hate him.

"I'm sorry, I was wrong." said Kenan.

Satya folded her hands in front of her chest, only looking at the two lovebirds. She prefers no comment and looking safe, because she doesn't want Amartha to think badly of her.

According to him this is a very good progress to get the girl's heart, although Satya knows there is a special relationship between Kenan and Amartha. But for him it is not a meaningful obstacle, because before the yellow janur curved anything can happen.

"Ta?" Kenan called out to Amartha gently.

"Mas Satya, I'm sorry for making such a mess here, I'm welcome to go home" said Amartha who was accompanied by a smile by Satya. The girl walked out with her limp legs enduring the pain.

"Let me anther yes, Ta.." said Kenan who walked after Amartha.

Inevitably Amartha obeyed Kenan, because with this condition he could not ride the angkot. Kenan opens the car door for Amartha, and the girl gets into Kenan's metal grey car. Kenan walked around to the right of his car, got in and sat behind the wheel. He started the engine and plugged the gas out of Satya's yard.

Satya rubbed the blood at the corner of her lips, and smiled meaningfully. Satya closed the door of her house and walked towards her room.

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"Ta, don't forget it, dear." said Kenan as his left hand clasped the hand of the girl sitting in the passenger seat.

"Darling, I'm really sorry dear, I'm sorry." said Kenan again, while occasionally looking at Amartha's face. The girl just stared straight ahead expressionlessly.

Kenan then pulled the car over in a fairly quiet place.

"Kok quit?" amartha asked in her flat tone.

"I'm sorry..I was wrong to hit him, because I was angry seeing your jeans torn like gini, where are your thighs everywhere? I guess if he's done nothing to you, Ta..."

"But you have not heard her explanation," said Amartha who was a little restless, uncomfortable with the pants he was wearing at this time. Because with this sitting position, his white thighs were exposed very clearly.

"Yes, I'm sorry, huh? you want to forgive me, right?" Kenan held his lover's hand.

"Maybe" answered Amartha briefly.

"Cockwise maybe, anyway? I promise I won't do it again" Kenan looked at Amartha with sadness.

"No need to make a promise" Amartha answered back.

"And one more thing, I don't like you being possessive like this, I'm not comfortable!" Amartha stared intently at her lover.

"Yes, honey, I'm not possessive anymore, I'm sure you're angry," Kenan persuades Amartha not to be angry with him anymore.

"Hmm," Amartha simply replied with deheman.

"Thank you, honey,"

Cup

Kenan briefly kissed Amartha's forehead and again clasped the pretty girl's hand.

"What do your legs matter? it hurts a lot, huh?" Kenan tried to melt the atmosphere.

"Hmm" Amartha cleared his throat again.

"Kok still that the answer, Iaaang..."

"She's still sick, I'm going home!" amartha.

"Aren't you sure what I am?" Kenan asked with an intense look at his heart.

"Yes," the beautiful girl replied softly.

"I miss you too" replied Kenan, who drew his face closer to Amartha. Kenan kissed Amartha's lips gently, Amartha could not resist. Kenan let go of his pagutan and looked at his lover who was now bowed in shame. Kenan cupped Amartha's face directing the girl to look at him.

"I love you" said Kenan.

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