The Holy Love of Amayra

Chapters 180. His protector Satria

I don't know what was planned in his head. Clara still holds a grudge against the couple. In the case of his disgraced self, his imprisoned father and his license as a surgeon were revoked.

Clara now works at another hospital as a doctor's assistant. He has not been able to rise to become a surgeon because of his lack of experience. Higher education alone was not enough to make him learn, Clara also often made mistakes in small operations.

"Every time I had surgery, all the doctors and nurses in the hospital always associated me with papa who failed the operation. Why would one mistake make you suffer? Even my name was taken. Just calm down, I'll avenge us pa." Clara squeezed her hands furiously, a sharp look towards Amayra and Satria who were picking fruits elsewhere in the large supermarket.

Amayra suddenly saw her back. He felt a sharp look lead to him. "Dear, why? Do you want some other food?" Ask Satria while looking at his wife who dyed here and there.

"Ehm. doesn't Mas." Amayra looked towards the canned food place. He was sure that he saw someone watching him and Satria.

Did I see wrong? I feel like someone is watching me and Mas Satria?

"Say me, baby? What do you want to eat? I will buy it later. Oh yeah do you want to have dinner outside what's at home?" ask Satria nagging.

"I don't want to buy anything else. I'm going home, please,"

"Going home? How's dinner going? Want to be home?" Satria astonishment.

"Yes, I'm going to cook dinner." Amayra looked unfocused, she felt threatened by the strange man's gaze

I'm sure someone's looking at us.

"I am the masakin. Yes, we pay first to the cashier." Satria pushed the trolley, holding his wife's hand affectionately.

After finishing shopping, Amayra and Satria got into the car and rushed to go home. Both of them look happy, of course because the pregnancy of Amayra is now no longer hidden.

Satria was really looking after his wife, he did not want Amayra to be exhausted in the slightest. Even Satria also offered to Amayra to be carried by him. "Darling, would you like me to carry it?"

"Mas.I can walk alone. I'm fine, Mom."

"You've been refusing to continue? I want to keep you. When you were first pregnant, I always made you sad and I didn't get you. This time I'll pour out all the affection on you and our son, baby. Want to be pampered?" pinta Satria to his wife. His hand held the wife's hip.

"Mas, why the hell are you doing this? I don't want to be spoiled. I think you are spoiled, lately you have been eating too picky." Amayra held her husband's cheek and pinched him with anxiety.

"Said sister Diana I changed you cravings, so I'm the one who nausea. But it's okay, I'm glad I can feel my own son's cravings." Satria was very happy, she could not cover her happiness as a father. Although he had previously been a father to Rey, but it feels different this time.

The surgeon hugged his wife lovingly. They are still near the garage. "Mas.mu later someone will see," said Amayra afraid that someone saw them embrace.

"Who saw us at this hour? It was through, too, right? We are husband and wife, we are hugging." The man doesn't care where he and his wife are. He still wants to have fun with her.

I don't know why I always wanted to be close to Amayra.

"Mas Satria's. We just keep going inside. i-"

Kruuukkk...

The voice that came from the stomach, made Satria release her embrace. "Yes..."

Kruuukkk..

"Your stomach, May?"

Amayra nodded. "Yes.."

Satria bowed her body, she stared and held her wife's flat stomach. "Papa's son is hungry? I'm sorry papa ya son, papa even invite your mama to chat here. Yes already, let's go in yes.papa who cooked for you."

"Hehe yes it looks like our son, hungry Mas." Amayra said with a smile.

"You go in first, I'll bring the groceries first." Satria told his wife to go into the house first.

The woman obeyed, she entered the house first. While Satria carries groceries in the car. He immediately entered the house after carrying all his groceries from the car.

Before cooking dinner for his wife, he invited his wife to pray as usual. Then they both went to the kitchen to cook.

"Mas, you sure you don't want me to help you cook it?" amayra asked as she sat with her hands crossed over her face.

"It's okay. You sit there, baby." Satria is ready to wear an apron. He was planning to cook soup for his wife.

It was nice to be noticed by Mas Satria.

"Mas, what do you want to cook?" amayra asked as she looked at the groceries her husband had prepared on the kitchen table.

"I want to cook chicken soup." Satria replied while picking up the kitchen knife in the knife storage.

"Chicken soup? But I don't want chicken soup anymore. Is it time to eat chicken soup?" Amayra refused the menu to be cooked by her husband.

"What do you want to eat?" satria asked while keeping the knife on the table.

"Ehm. I want to.." Amayra thought what she wanted.

"Eh? You want us to eat out?"

"No, eat here."

"How come?"

"The food is a message. I want another Maranggi satay, same lontong."

"Okay, baby." Satria released her apron.

They decided to order food through online services through their mobile phones. Satria ordered Maranggi satay, lontong according to his wife's order. Shortly thereafter, the food deliveryman came to the house. Satria took the food and brought it to Amayra.

"I got the plate first, baby,"

"Let me just go." Amayra moved from her seat.

"Well, baby, you keep watching." Satria saw Amayra watching a Korean drama on television.

Amayra sat back and enjoyed the spectacle. She smiled at the romantic scenes in the movie. Shortly after, Satria came into the living room carrying two empty plates and a small knife.

Then the man chopped the barn with a knife, then he put the chopped poultice on the plate. Do not forget he presented satay that he had bought through online it. "Darling, let's eat first."

"Yes, wait." Amayra is still focusing on television.

Satria was flabbergasted when he saw the spectacle of his wife. Not a Korean drama like that, but a horror film that shows a lot of blood there.

With a quick movement, Satria closed his wife's eyes with one hand. "Astagfirullah.honey, can't! Why are you watching ginian?!"

"Mas, what the hell? It's again exciting, too!" Amayra immediately put away Satria's hand that closed her eyes. Satria closed his wife's eyes again. "Isa.. Mas Satria! I'm watching."

"You're pregnant, you can't watch it like a ginian! Not good for our son, baby."

"Uhhhh.but I want to watch." The woman complains with pursed lips.

"Watch it, but don't watch it. I'm moving it to another movie, right?"

"Huhhh, yes."

Satria moved his film to a cartoon. Amayra is upset when she wants to watch a horror movie. But in the end Satria succeeded in persuading Amayra with the Maranggi satay.

The pregnant woman ate her satelite voraciously, until she had unknowingly finished all her satyas and left nothing for Satria. "Mas, how is this? It's my satenin' all up." Amayra looked at her husband with compassion accompanied by guilt for having spent satay.

"Well, baby, look at you eat if I'm full." Satria smiled, she did not mind Amayra spending the satay.

"Sorry, I ate it mostly. Uhh. sorry." those two pretty eyes started to tear up like they were going to cry.

The man smiled as he looked at his wife, "Nothing. You don't have to cry, you don't eat alone. There's a baby grandpa in your belly, so it's only natural that you eat a lot."

"I'm cooking for you, right? I haven't had dinner yet!"

"It's okay, baby. No need," said Satria with a smile.

Before going to bed, Satria prepared a glass of vanilla milk for his wife. "Darling, drink first." Say Satria while keeping a glass of milk on the table.

"Why doesn't that taste chocolate, Mom?" Amayra asked astonished to see the white milk in her glass.

"You want chocolate? Yes I made the ones"

Amayra held her husband's hand, "Mas. Aren't you tired? Hitherto..Bobo, I'm not good at it."

Since then, Mas Satria keeps coming back because of me.

"What's so good, baby?"

"Mas always granted my request, Mas also willing to turn around for me. I'm not good" said Amayra.

Satria's hand pinched Amayra's nose with anxiety. "His own husband bad time? For the sake of you as our child, what the hell is not. May. I just want you to take care of our health and take good care of our children, that's all. The rest let me do it, whatever you want I will try to fulfill. So, you have to say yes if you have a desire or what you want. Don't hold it yourself, okay, baby?"

Amayra hugged her husband, deeply moved. She felt very lucky to have a husband as good as Satria.

"I am the happiest woman in the world. Because I can be Mas Satria Alvian Calabria's wife. A surgeon who was good at dissecting my heart, besides being handsome, he was also a good priest." Amayra praised her husband.

Satria did not want to lose to seduce his wife. "I'm also very lucky, I'm the luckiest man in the world. Because I got a wife as pretty as you, beautiful, patient, sholehah too."

Both of them smiled, then they fell asleep in a hugging position.

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