The Charm of Love Amartha
A Pinch of Explanation
After exerting all his cooking skills, Satya was finally able to provide tepanyaki beef that was certainly delicious on the tongue. While Esih was going to the market to buy fresh vegetables to be cooked later in the afternoon.
"Wih, pinter cook too," said Kenan while clapping his hands slowly while clapping his beard.
"Yes! it's clear the dream husband, find money can cook also," Satya praised herself.
"OK, okay. You cooked the beef tepanyaki just one serving? what did I eat?" ask Kenan.
"That one bowl of porridge isn't enough? jeez, greedy as well as it turns out," said Satya ketus.
"Jeez, then I'm just here waiting to watch you cook? really, really celebrity chef, huh?" Kenan grimaced and gulped down the white water that was in front of him. One bowl of chicken porridge has been slid into his stomach, but seeing Satya cuisine suddenly he wants nyomot as well.
While Satya makes sandwhich to stuff Kenan's mouth so as not to be noisy, Vira and Firlan go in search of breakfast.
After wrestling with the kitchen utensils, Satya brought her food to the living room and intended to invite Amartha to eat.
However, the man was shocked to find Amartha shut the door of his room and there was a bag of clothes lying on the floor beside his feet. The woman had another bag on her shoulder.
Satya immediately put his cooking on the table, and immediately approached his wife.
"Where are you going, Yank?" Satya held onto both shoulders of Amartha. The woman immediately brushed it off.
"Not touch me. I don't like it" said Amartha, throwing her face away while her hands held her stomach in contraction.
"Your stomach hurts, huh?" Anxious Satya immediately touched Amartha's stomach. But Amartha again brushed it off.
Kenan who carried a plate of sandwhich and a glass of warm water immediately put what was in his hand on the table.
"What's wrong with you, Ta? you want a lahiran?" Kenan flocked Amartha with questions, he was no less worried especially when he saw one bag that was in front of the door.
Amartha just silently did not answer the questions of the two men, he instead mlengos sat on the sofa while feeling the pain that disappeared.
Satya and Kenan immediately approached the woman.
"What is sick let me help" said Satya who sat beside Amartha while Kenan stood not far from Satya and Amartha.
Amartha shook her head and smiled mockingly. Satya could see a disappointed expression from his wife's face.
"My heart is sick and it is because of you" said Amartha repressed, tears coming out without excuse.
Kenan who knew he was in a less appropriate situation immediately stepped aside. He had to give the husband and wife time to sit together.
Kenan came out to breathe a lot of air. Sometimes we have to beat the ego, even though in his heart he loves and wants the woman. She was once in Satya's position, and which she regrets Amartha again felt disappointed because of the presence of another woman in her marriage.
Inside the Villa, Satya doesn't know where to start. It was as if word for word scrambled each other to get out, and made things clear.
"I know I let you down, you can make me angry with me but please think our son is in here" said Satya. Amartha laughed at her husband's words. While Satya patted his eel for mispronouncing.
"You're saying I didn't think about this kid? the kid I'm guarding and trying to protect with all my strength? you're saying I didn't think of him, Mom? it's funny that you're real, I went here because I cared and didn't want anything bad to happen with this kid" Amartha said. The crying just broke.
"Where? what doesn't fit? obviously you let him hold your hand, a sling in your arm. Which one is unclear?" Amartha points at Ivanka's arm in the photo.
"Oh, or you've already..." Amartha hung up her words.
"No, astagfirlah! not suwer, Yank! there's no such thing, Yank!" serobot Satya, he shook his head and clasped Amartha's hand tightly.
"Oh, I can't wait to both, and I won't be able to separate from you because I'm pregnant. Cunning also turns out to be you, Mas?" Amartha tried to let go of Amartha's hand.
"Sneaky and greedy to be more precise" continued Amartha.
"Take me in, look good. I just love you, and nothing will change that. Ivanka and I will never marry. Never and I can guarantee it, I'm sorry for making you misunderstand and hurt" Satya said, saying something that made Amartha distrustful.
"It's up to you not to believe it, but I'll prove it. It's for our sake, I have the proof in the black recorder. But I don't know if it disappeared without a trace, there is evidence of my conversation with someone" Satya explained.
Amartha then remembered a small object found by Surti in her husband's suit. He reached into the pocket of his bag, and showed it in front of Satya.
"Is this what you mean, Mom?" amartha asked, while Satya rounded her eyes when she saw the thing she had been looking for.
"Where did you find him?" satya asked, taking it from his wife's hand.
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By noon, Ivanka was still undergoing treatment. He slept on his stomach and felt a massage that made him very relaxed, let alone smell the aroma of therapy is very soothing.
In his brain had imagined if he would be joined by his heart in front of family and invited guests. Although this event is a private event, but the woman wants to look as beautiful as possible and make everyone amazed by her appearance.
When he felt a massage on his leg, his phone suddenly rang. Ivanka clucked in annoyance when she found out who called her at the moment.
"What's up, Alia? don't you know I can't go to the office? email me anything you want to report and don't have to bother me like this, okay?" said Ivanka who was crazy and didn't give Alia to talk.
"Alright, Miss ... everything will be sent by email" said Alia.
"Yes, just do it" said Ivanka.
"You're bothering me so much, Alia. Don't call me if it's not urgent, okay?" ask Ivanka. Suppose that if the assistant was chatting it could understand what he had to do.
"When can he work better?" groused Ivanka.
"The massage is over, miss.." said the female therapist.
"Okay," said Ivanka as she moved on to do the next treatment.
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