DIM

episode 18's

Amara's body stiffened as Aram's burly hand stroked her still flat belly.

amara's hands dropped to the left and right of her body, she did not stop Aram's hand still stroking her stomach and looked in the mirror.

"i don't know."that's the only answer Amara can say.

"keep your health so that he will grow up quickly" said Aram.

the hand was slowly descending from Amara's stomach and also the owner of the body who walked out of the room.

Amara just stared at Aram's departure with an unexplainable look, all sorts of thoughts going into his brain, possible possibilities that are not necessarily the case.

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Aram had sat down at the dinner table and picked up the food that had been available at the dinner table.

Aram knows that the one who makes this food is Amara because it is very rare for chefs at home to make this special dish.

Amara, who had just arrived, sat down in the chair next to Aram after telling Art to bring breakfast to Rani's room.

after finishing eating Amara still sat in her place to see Aram who began to put a tie and also a suit that he had put on the chair next to her.

seeing Aram who was somewhat troubled Amara stood up and intended to help him.

"let me help you" said Amara standing in front of Aram.

Aram lowered his hand to his side, allowing Amara to fix his tie.

slowly Amara's hand lands a tie around Aram's neck, while Aram only looks at Amara who looks very serious in pairing his tie.

'sweet.'the inner Aramaic spoke as Amara smiled as she finished her tie.

the two dimples were also visible on the face of the girl who was a few days moody.

"thank you." said Aram with a smile.

Amara just nodded her ass and then moved away from Aram because they felt their distance was so close.

"alright then I go first and I beg you if you are uncomfortable with mama please stay away but if mama got hurt like yesterday please help ya" said Aram softly , indeed, his attitude with Amara is completely different from his personality.

Amara simply nodded in response.

Aram took his bag and also took something in his suit that he had prepared for Amara.

"it's for you" Aram said, giving me a credit card.

"it's my living." continued Aram so Amara would accept it.

slowly Amara's hand took the card.

"thank you." said amara.

Aram just nodded then started walking out of the house but just wanted to step he had to stop because of Amara's voice.

"wait."

Aram turned around with his eyebrows up.

suddenly Amara's hand took Aram's big hand and experienced it, and of course it made Aram surprised at Amara's behavior.

Amara let go of Aram's hand after it was finished.Aram just smiled to see Amara who was already behaving like a wife.

"be careful at home, I leave" said Aram then the man left Amara who was still glued to the dining table.

'maybe I can be sincere.'

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Amara entered her room and her feet returned to the usual place she had always been sitting, a seat beside the window.

Amara looked at the blue sky that was so bright today.

"*I've done what you said, but I'm sorry to be sincere I can't feel the pain here is still not healed and.…"

"may never be."

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