The Charm of Love Amartha
Prestigiousness

Satya is still checking Amartha's cell phone.

"Basic, victim of an online novel!" muttered Satya while chuckling at what his wife read. The average story about a wife who betrayed her husband then rose and got a new husband who is more handsome and rich. Satya saw a collection of horror genre novels that were hanging on his wife's bookshelf.

"Aren't you afraid to read a novel like this?" Satya was horrified as she read a glimpse of the story of the descendant who could see one's final day.

"Why didn't he read that happily, anyway?" muttered Satya.

"If I think I'm the bad guy" Satya muttered again, dimming Amartha's phone screen and placing it on the nightstand.

"I will not be able to turn away from you, dear.." Satya touched his wife's forehead and moved her palm gently.

Amartha was still closed, but suddenly the sound of crutches came from his wife's stomach. His sleep was also disturbed. Amartha changed her sleeping position several times, her stomach went off again.

"Ehhh!" Amartha rubbed his eyes.

"Hooooaam, what time is it?"

"Lapers..." Amartha seemed to be not fully conscious, she was still wailing and occasionally still yawned, but her stomach felt very hungry. Amartha was looking for something, her favorite flat object that was always in her grasp.

"Huh? 7 O'clock malem?" peeked Amartha at the sight of her cell phone.

Amartha tied her hair, and she shuffled and lowered her feet to the floor.

Just as Amartha's feet touched the floor, the door opened slowly. And he stuck Satya out from behind the door with a tray in his hand.

"I brought you some food, you must be a laper, right?" said Satya while approaching, he put a tray on the nightstand. But Amartha was silent, nothing came out of her mouth.

"Still sebel?" Satya asked while sitting next to his wife.

"Well, if it's still late, I'll go out first. Don't forget the food was eaten, huh? I cooked this myself" said Satya.

The man stroked the top of his wife's head before moving from his seat. Amartha only turned a glance as her husband stepped away until he was finally swallowed by the door.

Amartha began to touch her food, her empty stomach now began to fill. He also sipped orange juice that looks very refreshing.

After finishing her meal, Amartha went back inside her blanket.

"He's been eating, hasn't he?" Amartha grabbed her blanket and lowered her legs again.

Amartha walked out of the room looking for her husband. Although inwardly still very upset, she still worried about her husband who was being judged by a woman.

"Where, anyway?" muttered Amartha who did not see her husband in the living room or at the dining table.

Amartha went through every corner of the room in his house.

"There is also no. What's in his study?" amartha muttered when looking at the park area, but there was no one who was looking for it.

Amartha's hand shifted the rolling door made of glass, he closed back what had been opened earlier. The woman's footsteps walked towards her husband's office.

"Bik? Aunt see my husband?" amartha asked as she passed by Surti's bik carrying a tray in his hand.

"There is in the den, madam." replied Bik Surti.

"Mas Satya has eaten yet huh, Bik?

"It doesn't seem like it, Madam..."

"Oh, that's .. thank you, Bik.." said Amartha before continuing his steps.

Several times Amartha felt a kick in her stomach.

"We're looking for dad, huh?" amartha said while stroking her stomach.

Slowly Amartha held the door handle and turned it around. The door is open.

Satya was sitting propping her chin up on her desk. It seems that the man is thinking of something.

"Darling? you're here to find me?" a stupid question came out from the handsome man's mouth. Amartha walked closer to her husband.

"I want to eat, um eat bakmi!" amartha. Satya shifted her wheelchair, staring at how adorable it was when Amartha wanted something.

"Come here" Satya pulled his wife by the waist and placed Amartha on his throne.

"Do you want to eat other food?" satya asks Amartha to lure him in.

Satya stroked his wife's increasingly round belly, and Amartha was especially fond when Satya's hand gently touched her stomach.

"I don't want to eat anything else, I just eat noodles" Amartha said.

"Well, it's still less than 8 p.m., maybe there are still sellers who haven't closed the shop" said the man who wore a black sweater covering his neck.

"Alright, Madam ..we are leaving now," said Satya while lowering his wife.

Satya immediately got up and held the woman's hand with the distended stomach.

"Wait here, I'll get you a wallet and a jacket" said Satya, who told Amartha to sit on the living room couch.

"My phone is still in the room" said Amartha intending to get up from her seat.

"Let me get it, I'll be right back!" said Satya who half ran up the stairs.

Amartha sighed, she was still very upset at the handsome husband of none of her opponents. Yeah pissed 'cause he let another woman stick to him.

The husband came with a cell phone and a jacket.

"Wear first, the air tonight is very cold. I don't want you to get sick" Satya helps his wife wear a jacket, and she gives Amartha a flat object.

Satya took Amartha out to a black car that only two could ride.

Seeing Amartha who looked foreign to the car they were riding, Satya finally opened his voice.

"I bought a new, special car if again dating you, Yank." said Satya.

"Oh" replied Amartha irit.

"Yes, just arrived this morning at the office. When I go home at first I want to surprise this car for you, uh your friend even crank up so disperse the way my plan," explained Satya.

"Mistake it wrong?"

"Jeez, the wrong word!" muttered Satya while slapping her own lips.

"It's not wrong, Yank .. I'm wrong, I made it because of it. Do not be long before, later the grandpa looks like me, loh!" said Satya.

"What if it looks like you? it's not the father, so it's natural that his face looks like Mas, how the hell?" amartha sewot.

"Huh, my God, yeah?" Satya laughed.

"Geez, my brain's starting to err, Yank! that's why the end of the snack," said Satya who pinched the cheeks of his wife's joy.

"Yeahanank..." Satya poked her finger on Amartha's cheek.

"Yank?" the man still stuck out his index finger, as his eyes occasionally looked at his wife.

But when Satya let her guard down, Amartha bit her husband's index finger. Satya also groaned in pain.

"Let'sooooh!" pekik Satya's.

"Geez, there's a baby shark that bit my hand!" Satya flicked her hand that was imprinted with human bite marks.

"What you're doing is so cruel, Yank!" satya said again.

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