The Holy Love of Amayra

Chapter 98. First quarrel

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Satria hugged his wife tightly, she devoured Amayra's pretty lips greedily. Without giving him room to breathe. "Hmrh!"

Amayra fell on her soft bed, Satria was on her body. The smell of alcohol from Satria's body smelled stinging, Amayra clearly remembered this smell that had made her life destroyed. The stench he hates, he recalls his past with Bram who he doesn't want to remember.

Amayra pushed her husband's body, she rejected the husband who was unconscious. He did not want to serve the drunken Satria, he wanted the two of them to be in a conscious state. "Stop this sister" he asked Satria, who continued to play her hair and hold her twin mountain.

"Darling.I want to.." Satria got up, she sighed while hugging Amayra who was sitting on the bed.

She refused the husband's request for the first time. Satria kept forcing Amayra, she held his wife's hand tightly. "Sister.sister isn't this kind of coercive? Release me brother, brother is unconscious!" Amayra exclaimed in a soft voice, she was afraid to wake up Rey who was sleeping.

Satria lips explore every corner of the upper body of the wife proficiently, occasionally he bites the body with anxiety. Amayra turned her face several times, trying to resist what her husband was doing. Unfortunately, his hands were locked tightly. Amayra kissed Satria's lips as a transitional form.

Her husband was not a full-fledged n*fsu, it seemed that alcohol had poisoned her. Amayra was upset with Satria, she tried to push her husband away. When Satria's hand began to slip from his hand, he finally grabbed a glass filled with drinking water, then he poured the water on Satria's head and face.

Byur

"Istighfar sis!" amayra said as she put the empty glass back on the table beside the bed.

Satria rubbed the wet that was on his face, he saw the wife without a hijab on his head. He saw wrath in his wife's eyes. "May, why did you flush me?" ask Satria astonishment. Not only was his face wet, but the pillows and bed were also wet from the water splashed by Amayra.

"Son't you realize?" amayra asked in a cold voice that made Satria freeze.

"What am I really why? Then why am I here?" satria asked while holding her head. "Uhhh..."

"Sister's head hurts, huh? Is it good to drink such illicit drinks?" amayra asked in a firm voice.

"Why are you suddenly angry, even to water me with water?" Satria doesn't remember what happened. He held his head that felt stinging.

"If I hadn't doused brother, maybe brother wouldn't have noticed." Amayra clenched her hands in annoyance, she couldn't help but annoy Satria.

"I'm not conscious?" satria asked with a confused face.

Amayra spoke no more, better to be silent than to be angry at someone who doesn't even remember what happened. She takes Satria's nightgown in the closet, then she gives her husband a towel.

"Bring brother! Until the smell of alcohol was not smelled anymore" said Amayra in a cold voice.

"Alcohol?" Satria looked surprised. He was silent and thought, trying to remember what happened to him. Slowly came to mind when he was in the restaurant, he accidentally drank something sour and he thought the drink was ordinary water.

Amayra stepped away, but Satria's hand held her. "May, I can explain everything!" Satria looked at the wife sadly.

Astagfirullah, how could I not be wary of drinking alcohol?

"Oh yeah? There is a lot to explain to me, but now it is better for you to clean up first" said Amayra while she brushed off Satria's hand holding her.

Amayra came out of the room, she was going. Satria did not dare to ask him, because Amayra's face looked serious and angry. It was obvious because he came home drunk. Satria sighed considering Amayra was in a mess, maybe she had done something that made Amayra very angry.

Satria got out of her bed, she picked up a towel and went into the bathroom to clean up the late night.

After she finished cleaning herself, Satria put on her nightgown. He saw his wife was keeping something on the table, a cup and a bowl that had no idea what it contained.

"Hem...the smell is fragrant huh? What did you do, May?" Satria tried to melt the atmosphere between them which was cold.

"Look at yourself" he answered with a sour face.

Satria swallowed her own saliva, never did she see that pretty face show her any disrespect. Because he always saw the beautiful face smiling when near him. "Ah yes, thank you."

"For whom else" answered Amayra ketus.

"Eh.iya," said Satria while eating the soup. He finished his tea as well, his condition got better after spending what Amayra had already prepared.

As long as Satria ate, Amayra just kept waiting for her. Amayra took the empty bowl and glass. He went to save her to the kitchen. Satria follows Amayra from behind, helping her to wash the dishes by forcing her to do so. Amayra remained silent and walked to her room.

"Are you going to continue like this May?" ask Satria. "Don't we have to talk to get all the problems over with!" satria continued firmly.

"I'm sleepy, we'll talk later, brother?" Pinta Amayra without looking at the interlocutor.

"May I'm sorry, I accidentally drank that alcohol. You know I'm not a liquor addict? I'll pay for all my sins, I'm sorry for touching and drinking that illicit drink" Satria said. He hoped that after this explanation, the wife's anger would subside.

"Yes" answered Amayra briefly.

But that's not the only thing that makes Amayra angry. The anger doesn't stop there. Amayra walked away from her husband.

"What are you really doing until you get angry like this just because I accidentally drank alcohol?" Satria was emotional, accidentally saying those words to his wife.

The deg!

Amayra gasped in shock at her husband's question with that high voice as if inviting a fight. Amayra turned her body, she turned her head towards Satria who was standing not far from her. His eyes began to glaze over. "Yes brother is right, I am not a holy woman, I am a dirty woman that you marry. I'm a woman who committed adultery with other men and married other men as well. I'm not a holy woman, I'm not a saint!" amayra said with a bitter smile engraved on her face.

The fire had ignited emotions in the couple in the cold middle of the night. Their heads were both hot and unable to think clearly. Amayra's heartache from her boneless tongue.

God, what did I just say?

"Astagfirullah, May I don't mean to say that. That's not what I mean, I-" Satria was confused, she felt guilty about Amayra.

The woman was already angry and hurt. Which woman does not get sick if her husband says that about chastity and honor. Amayra seemed to be insinuated by Satria, Satria's words to her were like insulting Amayra's honor.

"Sorry brother, tonight you sleep in the next room only. I'm going to sleep with Rey" Amayra hiccupped to hold back her tears that were about to break. His eyes were red, his face was getting hot, he wanted to immediately spill water under his eyes.

"May.I'm sorry May, I'm sorry." Satria held Amayra's hand and asked her to forgive him. But, Amayra did not even want to look at him.

Slowly Amayra released Satria's hand from her. "Sorry brother, I'll be alone first." Say it while crying.

Amayra walked quickly to her room, she closed and even locked the door. "May, don't get rich gini dong. Sorry May, I don't mean that. May, open the door, dong."

"Hiks.if you value me, please for tonight.I want to be alone," she cried.

"But I'm not calm if you cry like that, May!" satria said, knocking on the door, feeling guilty to hear his wife crying because of him.

"Please go away and don't be noisy" Amayra pleaded.

The power of the boneless tongue is dangerous, it can hurt a person more than it hurts the hands with razor blades. Satria was silent because she did not want to make a row there that could make Rey wake up.

If injured by razor blades can still be seen his wound with the naked eye, but the wound of the heart can not be seen and do not know how to cure it.

Satria took a blanket and pillow, and she slept in front of Amayra and Rey's room.

Oh God, I made her cry.

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