The Charm of Love Amartha
Sneak In
Vira finally came out of the room, and threw her body on the sofa in the middle room.
"Gosh, it's so cold at this hour outside the room, where there's no blanket!" vira said as she looked at the clock on her phone.
"Ngapain ngechat mulu! make a sprain," said Vira when she saw the chat from her lover.
"Aren't they just like Alia with glasses? if you want to thicken me, you've found out, don't you?" Vira monologues with herself.
"It seems like this relationship is not worth maintaining, the basic love eo cat!"
Because his eyes were open, he tried to watch television. The longer he was sleepy accompanied by a television that was still on. A few times Firlan sent her a message, but the woman was lazy to reply.
While in the room, Satya turns off the sleeping lights and starts to get into the blanket joined by his wife.
"It seemed that my body would not be sick from sleeping in the tent" said Satya, leaving his assistant in a pit of suffering alone.
"Dad kangen very much with you, dear.." said Satya who stroked his wife's stomach is very large, Amartha also tilted his sleeping position and several times muttered indistinctly.
"You should get everything out of me, Yank! because of all this I did for the sake of our marriage," said Satya stroking the soft top of his wife's head.
"The thing I fear most in this world is that if I lose you, I can't and won't imagine it." said Satya, hugging his wife from behind.
In her sleep Amartha dreamed of being hugged by her husband, a sense of warmth and comfort radiated to her body. Even several times he felt a kiss on his forehead and cheeks. The dream felt very real to him.
Before dawn Satya came out of the room, and told Vira to lock the door again. Vira who is still sleepy is just that. He closed the door and went back to the room, sleeping on Amartha's back.
Satya who came out at 4 am also directly into the tent and wrapped his body with a thick blanket.
"Luckily I woke up at the right time, what if I didn't? he might get even more angry" said Satya shivering in the cold.
The sun slowly rose upwards, sharing warmth for the living beings. Amartha had woken up from dawn, then back to sleep, at first he wanted to go out but was lazy if he had to pass through the tents in his yard.
Amartha went from her sleep, she saw Vira still faithful with her bolster. In fact, he was clutching the thing tighter.
"Jeez Vira has never changed before" muttered Amartha looking at the sleeping position of Vira who curled up while putting her cheeks on a white roll.
"Am I'm dreaming about Satya, huh?" amartha said, taking her cardigan in the closet.
"You must miss me, baby?" Amartha rubbed his stomach, and he received a kick from within.
"Sorry mom, I don't want to separate you from me, but I can't make you meet your dad for now, I'm still disappointed" Amartha said. He took a breath and exhaled, trying not to be sad or cry.
Amartha came out of the room, she was already fragrant and beautiful. Amartha walked towards the living room, she was sibak a little curtain that covered the window. He saw Satya just came out of the tent. The man looks to rub both of his palms.
"He thinks this is a camping spot!" amartha.
Soon Kenan opened his tent, but he did not feel cold. The man only wears his shirt without a sweater or jacket.
"Cooling?" tease Kenan
"Not really," replied Satya.
"But your palms look very pale!" kenan.
"Why after you get back your brain sliding again? I think after the migration abroad you changed a little, it was worse than before" Satya said.
Kenan stretched his body, it seemed like sleeping in the tent made his body feel sore. Satya pulled one corner of her lips, because last night she slept very well plus hugging the bolts of her life made her warmer.
Feeling noticed, Satya also circulated her gaze around, and she saw a beautiful figure standing behind the window. He smiled, but as quickly as lightning the woman closed the curtain and just disappeared.
Satya smiles when she learns that Amartha is secretly watching her.
"I know you need time, I hope you can trust me" Satya said.
Kenan who heard Satya say no clear words immediately commented.
"Where are the people?" chirps Kenan.
"Well, the devil wears an ijo bladus shirt!" satya.
"So know this is the Ijo army!" kenan.
When they were about to fight back, suddenly someone riding a motorbike entered the courtyard past the luxury cars parked there.
Satya and Kenan looked at each other. Satya scrunched her forehead when she saw a man get off his motor sport. The man knitted his eyebrows together when he saw several tents set up in the courtyard of his villa.
The man who wore a white shirt and a blue box shirt as his outer also approached the two men who seemed to be the owner of the tent.
"Sorry, who are you, huh?" ask the man who has something in his hand.
"I should ask, who are you?" Satya asked back and stared intently at the man.
"I'm Akbar the owner of this villa, who let you build a tent here? this is not a campsite, if you want to camp you can go up the hill again" said Akbar.
"I'm Satya, I'm the husband of Amartha, the tenant of this villa!" satya introduced herself.
"If I were Kenan, I'm the ex-husband of this villa tenant" Kenan introduced himself to a man named Akbar.
"Hahahhahah, don't joke!" Akbar laughs.
"Who's kidding? you think I'm a comedian?" chirps Kenan.
"Hahahahaha, jeez .. You're here. Confess as husband and ex-husband? all right, stay as you please, sir. Maybe living in the city makes both of your thoughts a little disturbed. Then I'm sorry." said Akbar who even provoked the emotions of Satya and Kenan.
"Eitz! where are you going?" satya asked while blocking Akbar's path.
"It looks like you're going the wrong way. Isn't that villa being rented?" ask Kenan.
I don't know this time they were both very compact blocking Akbar who was about to walk towards his villa.
"Villa's mine and I didn't go the wrong way. Because I want to meet the person who rented this villa" Akbar replied.
"I'm sorry but I don't allow it" said Satya coldly
Before long the door was open, Esih who intended to sweep the terrace was fixated on the three men who seemed to be in a struggle.
"Den Akbar?" exclaiming Esih made the three men look at the origin of the voice.
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