The Charm of Love Amartha
You're different

"Darling?" exclaimed Satya whose voice sounded very close to her current place.

Amartha immediately put the thing she was holding into the pocket of the pregnant pants she was wearing.

"I'm looking for it here" said Satya.

"Curtain! you trickster!" as Amartha cursed her husband in her heart. He put on a fake smile, but in his heart he was very sick of seeing the face of the sinless man.

Amartha got up from his seat and walked towards the garden. Her steps followed her husband. Amartha shifted the rolling door made of glass. He sat in a chair staring at the orange sky.

"Why?" asked Satya who was sitting parallel to his wife but was limited to a table in her room.

"Why what?" amartha asked trying to get used to her facial expression.

"You are different" said Satya, he felt his heart break when his wife refused when Satya would kiss him on the forehead.

"From the time I was a gini, right?" Amartha raised one corner of her lips. He gently stroked his stomach because there was something pushing on his lower abdomen, a little pain.

"Why? stomach hurt?" asked Satya who saw the face of his wife who was holding back the discomfort.

"No, really! maybe the sitting is less comfortable," said Amartha while changing his sitting position.

"If there's a contraction talk me out, huh?" said Satya, Amartha did not want to look at Satya's face. His heart was sick and disappointed.

"Yes" said Amartha.

And in another place. Vira is no longer living in Ricko's apartment. Now, he lives in a rented house, for no good reason if a woman and a man with no blood relation live under the same roof. Vira started knitting knitting clothes. Armed with the money you can get from wall painting services. Vira can start his own business.

Do not be asked about her love story that is like a tangled thread. The two still maintain a relationship that makes them hurt each other.

Until now Firlan has not known if Vira has left Ricko's apartment.

"My feeling is not very good," said Vira while putting the new half-finished crochet.

Suddenly, Vira remembered the spirit doll Amartha had received.

"Is he okay?" muttered Vira in his heart.

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Next day.

Amartha went downstairs before her husband woke up. He left the house, not to run away. But for a morning walk. Her gestational age, which has entered the 8th month, requires her to walk more. So that the baby can position his head into the pelvis.

His feet stepped, under the clear sky. The morning air was blowing, not strong enough to cool his heart at this moment.

"Huufhh," Amartha let out a long sigh, a few meters away she would reach her house. However, from the back there is a motorcyclist who drove his bike at high speed. One hand pushed Amartha's body until she lost balance.

"Awwwwwhhhh!" screech the woman.

Beside Amartha there was a tree, he had to hold his body so that his big belly did not hit the tree.

"Russia, awwwh! hhh .. hhhh..." Amartha tried to straighten her body, she held her stomach that felt tight and a little pain.

The woman tried to step until she entered the courtyard of her house.

"Mang, lock the gate." said Amartha.

Amartha walked very carefully. After arriving at the living room, he tried to sit down slowly. He leaned his back against the sofa.

"Truely said Vira, I don't think I can take this person for granted" muttered Amartha.

"Darling? where're you? I woke up you were not there" asked Satya who was now approaching and sitting next to his wife. Satya brought her face closer, but Amartha immediately dodged.

"I haven't had a shower, cringetan. I want to go to the bathroom, take a shower first" said Amartha as she got up from her seat. Satya only saw his wife's back moving away.

"What's he really doing?" satya.

After going up to her room, Amartha was reluctant to go down even for breakfast. Amartha, who used to drive her husband to the door, is now hiding behind a blanket.

His phone rang, indicating a message was coming in. Amartha grabbed her phone on the nightstand, she propped her back with a pillow to make it comfortable while sitting.

He's still wiping his phone screen. An unknown number sent a video of Satya walking with Ivanka. Occasionally the woman's head deliberately rested on her husband's shoulder.

Amartha immediately closed her phone. Tears escaped from both of his eyes. His heart was like a dagger, very sick.

"You ... You're so mean, Mom! I'm pregnant again and you're on a road with another woman!"

However, before long there was a message from a number that was not in his contact.

"Go away, and I won't hurt you." said Amartha, looking at a message on her phone. And when Amartha clicked on the message to read it in its entirety, it was deleted.

"I believe the sender of this message is the same person as the sender of the spirit doll" muttered Amartha.

"I can't keep going here, while my husband's happy with each other's women,"

"Sorry mother, but this is the best for us right now" Amartha said, wiping her belly. He immediately wiped the tears on his cheek.

Amartha began to shuffle and poked her feet on the floor. He took the bag he was hiding. Amartha seemed to think, before taking the bag away.

"Cannot. I can't carry a bag this big, they must be suspicious." said Amartha monologue with himself.

He changed his clothes, then he picked up a box bag that was quite large in size. He moved the cash in his tote bag to the box-shaped bag. He just took one change of clothes and put it in a bag.

Amartha immediately polished her face, while her eyes were fixed on the photo of her marriage to Satya. Her tears came out, seeping with a million wounds. There was no time to cry, he immediately wiped his face with his palm. Amartha tried to regulate her breathing, and tried to smile.

Amartha had asked Damian to drive her to a shopping mall. Along the way the woman looked out the window. Several times Amartha breathed.

"I went down in the lobby" said Amartha.

"Okay, ma'am." replied Damian.

Damian slowed his car down when they reached the front lobby. Damian immediately came down and opened the door for his employer.

"Thank you" said Amartha after making it out.

"I'll find a parking garage in the basement" Damian said before returning to the car.

Amartha turned her body towards the entrance of the mall. However, after a few steps, Amartha then turned around. After making sure the car has been driven into the basement. Amartha stretched out and waved her hand.

"Taxi!" amartha exclaimed at the taxi that happened to just drop off its passengers at the drop off area of the car.

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