The Holy Love of Amayra

Chapters 134. Want to be called Mas

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To please his sad wife, Satria went down to the kitchen and cooked for her.

"Aren't you sure you want to cook?" amayra asked hesitantly.

"Why? You you know that I'm good at cooking, do you doubt your husband's cooking skills?" Satria asked as she rolled up her sleeves. He's getting ready to go to the kitchen. "What do you want to eat? Just tell me, chef Satria Rorimpandey is ready to serve!"

"What the hell? Hahaha don't cook, let me cook. Brother just came home, the time to go home directly cooking for me? That's my job!" Amayra exclaimed with a small laugh at Satria's behavior.

"No way, you have to shut up tonight. Let me be rewarded for making my wife happy. I'll cook, you just wait here and take care of Rey.." Satria sat Amayra in bed. Then he kissed his wife's forehead affectionately.

Dad, I promise I'll always make my daughter and granddaughter happy.

"Yes," replied the woman while nodding obediently.

Satria goes to the kitchen to cook, she sees Bram there too. The group's president of Calabria wears an apron while holding a spatula.

"Sister? Why is this sister of nights in the kitchen with that look?" ask Satria astonished.

How does it smell?

"Hahaha, it's okay Sat, I'm just hungry and want to eat something." Bram replied while laughing awkwardly.

I'm actually hungry and I'm learning to cook to show Diana later. But. haihhh...

"Oh, sister, what's cooking?" ask Satria while looking at the pan on the stove. Satria gaped at the burnt pan and in the pan there was food, whether what food was fried by Bram to a charred like that.

Bram looks confused himself, "I-that's me cooking eggs, but the fire is too big!" kilah Bram blames the fire that made the egg goose.

"PFut.. subhanallah, until the charred like this. Brother, you're hungry, aren't you? Let me cook, "Satria took the spatula in Bram's hand.

"Well, do you want to eat too?"

"Yes, Amayra hasn't eaten yet. It was just a little meal," Satria said while keeping the charred skillet to the dishwasher. He turned the water tap and soaked the charred pan with water.

"Yes, pity him cry on. You have to take good care of him, Sat" said Bram, who felt sorry for Amayra, who is now an orphan.

"Sister, it is my duty as a husband to look after and make my wife happy" Satria replied with a smile. "Eh brother? Would you just shut up there? Let's help me cook!" he told Bram.

"Me?"

"Yes, don't you want to?" satria asked while looking at Bram who was sitting in the kitchen chair.

Bram immediately moved from his chair, "You dong, all studying."

"Okay, his older brother chopped the ingredients first," Satria said as he took the rice left inside the rice stand. He took out a stone frying pan then placed it on the stove. The man is like a Chef.

"What material? What are you doing?" ask Bram curious.

"Fried rice of love!" Satria smiled broadly.

"Haha, love fried rice?" Bram smiled at Satria's words.

When the two men were having a cooking duel in the kitchen. Anna came down from the second floor and went towards the kitchen, where she felt the smell of appetizing cooking.

"Well, surely bi Lulu's cooking again? But what are these nights like? Cook for whom?" Anna wonders.

He walked into the kitchen and saw his two om were on the move in the kitchen. They look happy when they do their activities.

Anna sees Bram arranging the dishes, Satria is cooking. "Woah, what else is going on? Again catch up to be a chef huh?" said Anna while approaching the two om her.

"Eh Anna?" greet Bram to his nephew.

On the other hand Satria, move the fried rice from the pan into 3 dishes that have been arranged Bram.

"Well, fried rice.mau dong!" Anna said that drooled to see the fried rice that had been served on a special plate of eggs and sausages.

Satria and Bram glanced at each other in confusion. "Where are there only 3 portions?"

"Who doesn't have any more rice?" bram asked half a whisper.

"Abis brother," Satria shook her head. "Yes An, just take om's. Nothing" said Satria, smilingly handing over a plate of fried rice to Anna.

"Om's truth? Isn't this for Anna?" Anna stared at the fried rice with sparkling eyes.

"It's okay" Satria replied as she stroked Anna's short hair affectionately.

"This fried rice has me, I'm not too hungry really," said Bram offer.

"Do not, brother, I already have it" said Satria did not mind.

"Woah thank you Satria! Om the Best,"

"You also have to learn to cook later, let your husband love more. Don't want to keep on messing around, "Bram ruffled Anna's hair while teasing the girl.

"Oh om. yes om yes, later I learn to cook with Amayra or the same bi Dewi," said Anna with lips that conical sebal to Bram.

"Anna, call Aunt Amayra!" Erat Satria while looking at Anna.

"Oh om. I'm not used to calling Aunty, yet" he said in a small voice.

"Call Auntie!" Bram said firmly while shaking his waist.

Anna immediately shrunk while eating her fried rice there. Anna eats fried rice with Bram in the kitchen. While Satria brought the fried rice into the room. She and Amayra ate a plate of both feeding each other.

It was a long night for Amayra, as Amayra had trouble sleeping. Satria kept Amayra awake, so that she could close her eyes in her husband's arms.

The hug that Amayra always missed, the warm embrace of her husband. Replacing the arms of the father who has died.

"Good night dear, good sleep" said Satria while kissing Amayra's forehead affectionately. The woman made Satria's arm a cushion.

It was a clear morning, for Satria and Amayra would return to their activities.

Satria who has returned from Africa and returned to the hospital as a surgeon in accordance with his achievements. "Good morning dear papa hotshot," said Satria as she lightly kissed Rey's cheek.

"Good morning Papa" said Amayra, smiling at Satria. He moved Rey's little hand.

"Eh forget, my dear wife is also good morning." Satria kissed his wife's forehead with vigor.

"It seems like today is different from the usual day, so why can you be this happy, Rey?" Amayra asked Rey but her eyes glanced at Satria.

"Hem.. Why?" The man's a doctor on the dining table chair.

Of course it was a sunny day for Satria because today was his first day back in the hospital with the position of surgical head.

Satria and Amayra had breakfast together, not to forget Amayra gave lunch for Satria into the lunch box. Not to save, but he wants to show his love to his husband.

"Today you have class, May?" satria asked as she picked up her black rectangular bag.

"Dad, it will be noon." replied Amayra as she tidied her husband's tie.

"Ehm.. May's.."

"Yes?" Legally.

"Kok I suddenly want to be called Mas huh?"

"Huh? What's?" Amayra smiled as she shook her head.

"Yes, I want to be called Mas. I think it's more romantic than brother,"

"No, there is no time to be called Mas?" Amayra looked towards Rey who was lying on the baby wheel.

"Try calling me that" Satria grabbed his wife's body until they touched it.

"Sister, there's a bi Dewi in the back." said Amayra half-whispering to her husband.

"Bi Dewi is behind, we are here then what is the problem dear?" satria asked as she hugged Amayra tighter.

Now the call of love was used to say Satria, when the word dear was foreign to his tongue. Now it has become a routine and obligation, it is because Satria loves his wife very much.

"Then dong later if bi Dewi see," said the woman while looking down shyly.

"If you don't see and don't hear, that means you're not ashamed, right?" Tempta Satria to his wife.

For a long time he had not seen Amayra shyly, he was happy to tease her.

"Sister. loose uh.."

"Say first, Mas.."

"No way, brother!" said firmly.

"Say me first, or I'll kiss you now!" Satria uses a menacing mode on his wife.

"Sister!"

"Maasss." he said.

"Mas.." - Ogre Amayra called her husband timidly.

Seeing the red cheeks and soft voice of the wife, Satria was drunk by her. He kissed his wife's lips with affection.

"Hmmmph!" Amayra's eyes rounded instantly as Satria's lips touched hers.

"From now onwards, you should call me Mas." Satria smiled after successfully stealing the lip beauty.

"So, I said that"

The cup!

Satria made his wife shut up with one sweet kiss.

"Wrong, call me!" Salah Satria half forced.

"Mas, why are your lips always playing?" amayra's protest began to anger her husband.

Unknowingly I called Kak Satria with the call of Mas?

"Sorry dear, it's been a long time that Mas's lips have not come into contact with your lips. Later in the night I will ask for my ration," said Satria while smiling seductively at his wife.

"What is it?" amayra asked with her innocent face.

"That which I haven't had for two months" said Satria with a smile.

Amayra was silent right then and there. He's looking embarrassed.

"Yes already if you understand, I leave first yes may. Rey, papa left first son. don't fuss yes same bi Dewi later. You tell me if you want to go to college, I'll drop off." said Satria chatty to his son and wife.

"No, I can ride ojeg. It's busy, it's my first day working again. Don't make trouble" said Amayra, kissing her husband's hand.

"All right, let me know if anything happens. Assalamualaikum,"

"Guilipinam,"

Amayra looked at her husband's departure with a happy smile. She was glad that her husband had returned home safely, but on the other hand deep down in her heart. He's still sad because of Mr. Aaron.

"Oh yeah, speaking of the rations... later tonight me and Mas Satria? Uh! No!" Amayra shook her head incoherently. He started thinking about the no-no. "Mas Satria didn't want to ask for that, did he?" the woman muttered while holding both her hot and red cheeks.

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