The Charm of Love Amartha
Household Tempahara

Satya immediately chased after his wife who was climbing the stairs. Amartha did not want to harm her child, she continued to walk carefully until she finally managed to reach her room.

"Yank, sorry.." whined Satya. Amartha ignored her husband, she opened the door and went into her room.

"I know, I was wrong. Sorry dong, Yank?" satya.

"It's not that I don't like it, but actually forget it." continued Satya he approached Amartha who stood behind him.

"Yank, you can be angry with me but don't be fooled. My heart aches at the senates, "Satya holds Amartha's shoulders, but she immediately brushes off her husband's firm hand.

Amartha smelled a scent that she disliked. The smell of a woman's perfume and obviously it's not hers.

"Let go," Amartha pulled a bit of the suit that Satya was wearing.

"Let me alone put it in the basket" Satya said, taking the coat off her body.

Amartha immediately snatched the suit from her husband, looking for the source of the smell that had pierced her sense of smell.

"Who did I meet?" ask Amartha coldly.

"Sir Irwan,"

"Related?" Amartha looked at her husband with a very difficult look.

"Yes, sure." replied Satya.

"Keep the perfume of which woman can stick in your suit, Mas?"

"It turns out not only the food you forgot, but you also started lying to me." said Amartha.

"No way, right? this smell of Vira's perfume can stick in your suit? while you shaman the same he did not. And this is also the smell of my perfume" said Amartha. The woman was very disappointed with Satya who had started to hide something from her.

"Geez!" Satya just remembered that she met the rice field uler in the restaurant.

"I want to go to my mom's house" said Amartha, throwing Satya's suit into the sofa in their room.

"I can explain, Yank..." Satya prevents his wife from leaving him.

"After the new look you want to explain to me?" amartha asked, the clear liquid melted from both of his neutrals.

"Yank, don't cry... I can clear everything, we sit down, yeah? you calm your heart first" said Satya who tried to invite Amartha to sit beside the bed.

"No need to hold on" said Amartha as Satya stroked her tight stomach.

"You are calm first, this is your stomach so fast as a gini loh, dear." said Satya who hugged his wife from the side while rubbing her hands give comfort with the touch she gave.

"No need to care" Anartha said, wiping away the tears that slid down her cheeks.

"Kok say that, anyway? you calm down, I'll explain, okay? already dong, do not cry continuously." said Satya who is actually very frustrated. Why did he not throw away the dark suit, since pregnant Amartha's nose became very sensitive.

Amartha cried as she pleased, she could not imagine there was another woman suspected of having fallen in the arms of her husband. It turns out that such things do not only happen in the world of novels or soap operas.

"I didn't expect you to be the same with me. You said the same meeting Mr. Irwan but in fact you lied to me. You've met another girl, haven't you? I'm you, Mas!" amartha said as she pleased. Just as Satya was about to open her mouth, Amartha was already making a sound again.

"You said you loved me, but what? there's another woman's perfume smell in your suit!" amartha.

"No way, Yank .. I love you, and only you." said Satya softly.

"Not lying, really. In my heart, there is only you. Just you, nothing else ... yes I had the heart to cheat while my wife was pregnant like this?" satya said, he hoped his wife would believe him, but it was not that easy!

"Nothing is impossible, because most husbands turn to another heart when they are pregnant and no longer attractive" Amartha said, staring at her husband.

"Then yes?"

"Yes yes! a lot of stories like that in novels, classic stories. The wife is pregnant, the husband is looking for another one" Amartha said.

"We live in the real world, when you're influenced by a fantasy story like that?" said Satya

"You drink first, let me make it clear it's good if you're a little calmer," Satya stroked his wife's head gently, the man immediately picked up the water bottle on the nightstand. He gave it to Amartha.

"Drink first, huh?" satya said again. Amartha who happened to be thirsty also received a water treat from her husband.

Satya immediately returned the bottle to the original temoat.

"So, when I went to the restaurant where I met Mr. Irwan, Ivanka suddenly showed up," Satya began to explain the real events without anything being reduced or added.

For some reason, after listening to Satya's explanation, she grew annoyed with her husband.

"Keep you let him sag in your hand, is that it?" Amartha began to emotion.

"I'm tepis, honey." said Satya remained soft while repeatedly saying Istighfar in his heart.

"If it's not possible tuh perfume can stick a lot! you must be cool, right, am dilendotin the same as him? everywhere, guys are the same!" amartha said it was still.

"Astagfirllaaaaaahhh, O Allah help your servant O Allah..." Satya was crying in her heart.

"Udah, dong .. don't cry, when you don't believe me?" Satya tries to hug his wife but is rejected outright.

"No need for a second, I'm dizzy smelling the perfume from the woman" Amartha turned her face away.

"Yes from the piercing suit to the shirt?" Satya tried to find the origin of the smell complained Amartha, but he did not find it.

"Yes already. I took a shower, right? let it smell" said Satya.

"You don't cry anymore, feel sorry for our son in here, he's also sad if his mother is also sad." said Satya stroking his wife.

Satya finally stepped into the bathroom, washed her body and flushed her head with cold water. At least that can make it a little better, facing the emotions of pregnant women who are up and down is indeed something once.

Amartha wiped away her tears, she tried to tear herself down. To restore the mood that had been chaotic, he finally opened an online novel provider platform. He continued his reading, which was completed.

Because of crying for too long, his eyes finally closed by themselves. The cell phone is still in his hands.

Before long, Satya came out of the bathroom in a kimono robe that covered her body. He immediately put on a t-shirt and shorts, and approached his wife.

"Capean cry to sleep kayak gini," said Satya.

Satya sees the phone still on is in the hands of his wife. He took the thing, then immediately his forehead frowned in wonder.

"Novel horror? The seventh descendant? Suddenly Chased by Satan?" muttered Satya while looking at his wife's reading list. The man shook his head as he read the next title.

"Where his mind is not suspicious, people read it all," Satya read the title of another novel that is also in his favorite wife all tell about the suffering of the wife who is cheated on.

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