The Charm of Love Amartha
Approaching the word 'happy'

Today Amartha and Vira will move to the city of J, Amartha has also resigned from the clinic doctor Rizal. Because he happened to have been accepted to work at one of the city's private hospitals. This time they weren't tricked, it was because Firlan was looking for her. Here the most spirit of course one creature named Vira Anugrah. He would be even easier to get close to the ferocious assistant that he was already aiming for.

Amartha did not want to bother why Firlan was looking for a job, because he also thought he would not be in a long-distance relationship with Satya, moreover they would get married in the next few months.

"Are you sure you don't want to be together?" ask Amartha to Vira who is still loyal to look at the screen of her phone.

"Tomorrow me, Ta ... ahem, I want to meet the former gebetan first," said Vira who then looked up at her best friend while raising one of her eyebrows.

"Astahfirlah, you know yes .. he said like Firlan, now even want to meet ex-Gebetan, how the hell?" Amartha folded her hands in front of her chest with a sharp look, she considered Vira to be inconsistent with her feelings.

"Oh my goodness, Amartha, joking kali! he wants to get married tomorrow, it's not good if it doesn't come .. yes even though it used to be in PHP in, but yes it is, we've made peace with the past," vira said that made Amartha grieve.

"Which one of your exes is it, Vira?" Amartha sat next to Vira who was on the floor.

"That loh, whose face is sweet-sweet Javanese sugar," instead of answering, Vira instead made Amartha think hard.

There are so many exes, Vira. From the oriental, to the crossbred, complete Vira mah. If asked from where he knew it, where else if not in the chat application. But no one has yet to date, because most run aground in the middle of the road.

"Who? Mr Rochim?" seduce Amartha while blinking one eye.

"Jeez Juminten if you say yes there is no filter, try? mr. Rochim mah who has a side boarding, noh who likes to wear the same sarong doang kutang t-shirt, ngaco!" Vira snorted in annoyance.

"Don't tell me by the way, Ta .. If until Sari's mom is horrified, could be my hens, Ta? I can be sambelin plus dipenyet-tet ama him," said Vira bergidig horrified when imagining himself being the target of anger wife of Mr. Rochim, seeing Vira's expression suddenly make Amartha laugh crisp.

"Tomorrow I want the condition of his marriage to Ezhar, so the day after I just followed you, it's okay, right?" ask Vira to Amartha.

"Yes, the important thing is that you don't languish, when you see him with the others," Amartha again teased Vira.

"No dong Jum, right in my heart there is already a beloved Firlan yayang," replied Vira who did not want to lose. Vira blocked Amartha's hand as the girl was about to move from her seat. Amartha frowned in surprise.

"Eh, Jum .. please, ahem .. say it's Satya dong, tell yayang Firlan to pick up cinderella in the day," said Vira while cupping her palms together, while saying the word 'please' noiseless.

"I don't want to, ah!" amartha said quickly.

"Please ... Fro ... Juminten's..." Vira whines while tugging at the end of Amartha's shirt.

"Ish Vira ... no good ah, ask for help so," Amartha refused Vira's silly request.

"Amartha .. please, if I stray there how? what if I get kidnapped? haven't I been to that town before, you know?" whinek Vira with her face.

"Yes yes, yes, yes..." Amartha finally agreed to Vira's request.

"Don't be pulled around .. later my shirt is scuffed again!" said Amartha, who removed Vira's hand from the edge of her shirt.

"Yes, Vira ... I'm going? kasian mas Satya had been waiting outside," said Amartha who then got up and walked out while pulling two suitcases.

"Be careful, Ta.." said Vira half-shouting with a fluffy smile.

Amartha walked down the stairs, carrying two large suitcases. Amartha circulated her gaze for a moment, she sighed slowly, then steadied her steps towards the front door.

"Let off now?" satya asked who answered Amartha's little nod.

"Let me help you, Miss." said Damian, who grabbed two suitcases belonging to Amartha. Satya then grabbed Amartha's hand and led her into the car.

"Tumben isn't the same as Firlan?" amartha asked Satya when Damian began to press the accelerator

"The one who was asked was Firlan, anyway?" Satya instead switched to snack mode, because Amartha instead asked about Firlan when they were both.

"Damn, lash!" Amartha nudged Satya's arm, but the man was instead indifferent.

"Tau ah, just met, even Firlan asked," said Satya while looking out the window. While Damian remains focused on driving, ignoring his boss who is acting like a child.

"It's a jealousy" Amartha stabbed Satya in the cheek with her index finger.

"Udah ah, don't sulk, ugly know!" amartha held Satya's hand.

"Kiss first" said Satya who suddenly turned to Amartha, and patted her cheek with her hand.

"No!" reject Amartha raw.

"Well, if you don't want to, I kiss the walls!" satya said, which made Amartha laugh.

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It was very late, but the two couples who were no longer young were still waiting for their children who did not come home.

"Where have you been, Ken?" ask Damar, when he saw his son come into the house

"Office," Kenan answered briefly.

"Ken, I want to talk" said Damar, rising from his seat followed by Berliana.

"Will to be tired, Dad! willing to rest," without waiting for his father's answer, Kenan immediately climbed the stairs, even he deliberately accelerated his pace. Berliana who saw Damar will pursue Kenan too, blocking Damar's hand.

"Udah, Well ... inget Dad's heart ... we go to the room, huh? malem, let Kenan rest," Berliana rubbed her husband's arm and led Damar into the room.

"Until when will he be like that!" Damar can't control his anger. Beliana chose silence, rather than her talk later even ignited her husband's emotions.

While in the room, Kenan opened his tie violently. He took off his shoes and opened one by one the buttons of his shirt, then sauntered towards the bathroom. The man rubbed his body under the shower, trying to cool his head.

Several times he rubbed his face, he was very jealous when he saw the photo sent by his man. A photo showing Amartha and Satya holding each other in front of a white-painted kosan.

His jaw hardened his hands clenched, repeatedly shouting Amartha's name, he wept to his fate, regretting his decision to separate from the woman. The woman he loved so much, who soon would belong to another man.

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