The Holy Love of Amayra

Chapters 17. I'm a wife

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I don't know what happened to Satria, her hand wanted to touch the pretty face of the girl named Amayra.

Her heart thumped at her, hijab-wearing girl with a white wedding dress that symbolized chastity. They had officially become husband and wife, and that night was their first night.

Are you expecting Om Satria to approach me?

Amayra turned her face and moved back slightly as if avoiding Satria whose hand seemed to want to touch her.

Satria, what are you thinking? What do you want to do with a child? She's not a girl, but a little kid your niece's age.

"Don't misunderstand me! There are ants in your veil, so I want to get rid of them" Satria said with her flat face. He rubbed something that wasn't even in the veil.

Satria looked at Amayra who closed her eyes, the girl looked frightened. His body was shaking violently.

God help me, I don't want to!. Amayra recalled her bad memories when Bram deprived her of the honor she had guarded for 17 years. Bram's shadow flashed across his head, he was frightened when Satria approached him.

"Hey, open your eyes. I won't do anything to you" said Satria, who dared not even touch the frightened girl.

What's wrong with her?

"Don't touch me! Not om! Don't do that!" Amayra curled up in fear, she climbed onto the bed, lifted her legs and leaned against the wood. His eyes were still not open, he was very frightened.

"Hey, are you okay?" Satria asked worriedly seeing Amayra scared like that.

Did he have trauma? Does this have anything to do with Bram's brother?

"I'm not gonna fuck with you. I'm going to go to the bathroom, you take off the decorations on your head first. Then go to sleep!" Satria felt she had to die Amayra alone first.

Maybe Amayra still has a hard time digesting what's going on with her. Just like Satria, he also does not easily accept marriage on the basis of the compulsion of his parents.

Satria went into the bathroom, before that she took her towel and nightgown that were in her carry bag.

Chequers

I heard the door open and close. Amayra opened her eyes and saw that no one was there. The shadow about Bram turned out to be just his delusion.

"Oh my God, I survived. I'm okay" said Amayra, sighing, "Am I really married? Tonight I'm someone's wife?"

Amayra still does not believe, when it feels like just yesterday she went to school to play with her friends. Now she has become a wife, plus there is life in her stomach. Sadly, he had to give up his school which would be over in a few months.

On her wedding night she cried sadly, her heart screaming loudly. The pain that didn't bleed, that's what Amayra felt. Even though he was married, the fact that he committed adultery remained in his heart. Not to mention the shame when facing everyone, sometimes they only know the outside without knowing more about what happened to Amayra.

Why is it that women are always to blame? Is it always the woman who should be ashamed? He was a victim of Bram's depravity!

"Easy! Amayra is enough, you must be strong. Just face it now, don't blame anyone else! It's already happened, and I have to live it. I must live, for the sake of this child, my child," Amayra wiped away her tears. He smiled again, trying to stand up to all the trials of his life.

While Satria was in the bathroom, Amayra took off the decorations on her head. He took off the white cloth dangling on his head. The cloth that covered him and Satria when Ijab kabul them. Suddenly she remembered Satria, the man she had not married for long.

I accept the marriage of Amayra Alifya Husna bint Harun Nugraha with 200 grams of gold and a set of prayer tools, paid in cash!

Amayra gasped as Satria spoke as their kabul crossed her head. A speech that had bound her in marriage. He sees a ring embedded in his finger, a ring that Satria gave him with a flat face.

"O Allah, Satria helped me from my shame and responsibility for my son even though he was not his father. I have to treat Om Satria well, I have to obey her. I must obey my husband's orders and must not dispute them" muttered Amayra with her innocent face.

Son, remember now that the Ridha of God is with your husband. Do not dispute it, always obey and obey its commands. Although I'm not happy that you're the son of a bitch's wife, but because she's responsible for you. Then you also do your duty as a wife. He is your priest now.

"The job of a wife? What is a wife's job?" Amayra was confused.

HORN

The bathroom door was wide open, a handsome man with his wet hair was seen. He put on sleeping pajamas, and looked at Amayra who was still sitting on the bed.

What should I do, huh?. Amayra was at a loss for herself as to what she should do.

"Hey! You're not going to change your clothes?" Ask Satria in her cute style.

"I-iya om, I want to change clothes. I want to go to the bathroom first," he replied, the language suddenly became very formal.

Is my speaking right to my husband?

Why is his speech getting weird?. Satria scrunched her forehead, she looked at Amayra in surprise.

"Haahh..would I be like om om to you?" Satria asked while sitting on the sofa not far from the bed.

"Ah? But, it was Anna's om. So I call her om,"

"But I'm not your om!" Satria said annoyed with the call.

"I-iya," answered Amayra confused.

"Don't talk stiff like that, just relax. And don't call me om, I'm not that loyal!" Satria exclaimed to hear the call of om from a girl who was only 8 years of age with him.

It was only fitting that she could be raped by Brother Bram, she definitely did not resist because of this stupid attitude of hers.

"Then what should I call you?"amayra asked as she boldly looked at her husband.

"Satria, or brother Satria can too, right? Whatever, just don't om!" the protests are bad.

"Yes brother Satria," the girl smiled faintly looking towards Satria.

Satria was stunned to see the sweet smile of the white-hijab girl.

"Yes, so new right. Ah yes if you want to go to the bathroom please, but do not take a shower at night. Pregnant women should not take a night shower, not good for health,"

Amayra nodded obediently, "I'll just wash my face and take the ablution water,"

"Why do you take ablution water?" ask Satria.

"I haven't prayed, so I want to pray before going to bed" replied Amayra as she moved from the bed. "Aren't you praying?"

The deg!

Amayra's question really surprised Satria. Praying? How much did he leave her? Somehow he was embarrassed by his wife's question about the worship that must be carried out 5 days at that time.

Anna's right, this girl she's a good girl. How could he be trapped by Bram's brother?

Satria and Amayra stared at each other.

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