The Holy Love of Amayra

Chapters 191. Intimacy

"Craving guava? Is there a guava name..jambu cravings?" Bram looked up at Satria with a frowning forehead.

"Later I explain, I want to take the guava first, brother." Satria patted her brother on the shoulder, she looked hurried.

"Mas, come!" Amayra waved her hand at Satria asking the man to quickly leave.

"Sister, I'll go first. Amayra's the same baby I can't wait for." Satria shook her head while smiling sweetly.

Bram goes upstairs, while Satria and Amayra drive. They will go where Amayra wants the guava.

A few minutes later, they arrived in front of a house. Where Amayra found the guava tree she wanted. "Mas, this is the bamboo tree! I want guava from this tree." Amayra smiled happily as she looked at the guava tree.

Though the guava in the house looks fresher than the guava in the tree. Basic pregnant woman.

"Yes, I asked the same permission of the owner of the house first yes to take the jambunya." Satria stroked his wife's head with a smile.

"Yes!" his eyes sparkled happily.

Satria knocked on the door with his wife. They asked the homeowner for permission to take guava fruit. "Please Mas, mbak." said the mother of the owner of the guava tree with a friendly smile.

"Thank you, Mom. Mas, I'll take the fruit first." Amayra stepped excitedly towards the guava tree.

Satria held Amayra's hand, "Eh, what are you?" Satria astonishment.

"I'm going to get the bridge myself, I'm going to go up there." Amayra pointed towards the guava tree.

"Oh mbak, the time of the rising mad. Let my husband go up" said the mother who owns the tree

"But I'm going to take it myself mas.." Amayra whines at Satria wanting to pick up the guava itself.

"Darling.."

Amayra held onto her stomach, she lowered her head with a face that was parched. The mother of the owner of the guava tree finally understood why Amayra's behavior felt strange.

"Mas, follow his wife's request. Later his son Ileran loh," said the mother.

"Did you know my wife was pregnant?" Satria stared at Amayra who looked sad.

"Yes, I know. I'm so happy, the wife's car continues to take the fruit." whispered the mother gave her idea.

Satria smiled as she approached Amayra who was now standing under a guava tree. "Darling, you want to grab the fruit yourself, right?" ask Satria.

I can't say no to you, May.

"Yes." Yeah."

Satria carried his wife, lifting the pregnant mother's body up. "Mas!" the woman was surprised to be suddenly carried by her husband.

"Let's get the fruit" Satria raised her head towards Amayra.

"Yes, it's." Amayra stretched out her hand upward, trying to reach the guava fruit on the tree. "Mas, a little more.."

"Yes dear." Satria raised Amayra upward. Until he managed to reach the guava he wanted.

The mother of the owner of the guava fruit, smiling at the happiness of Amayra and Satria who were picking guava fruit.

"I got it, yeeeahh!!" Amayra smiled widely, after she picked up a guava.

"Honey, take another dong." said Satria to his wife, because Amayra only took one guava.

"No, no, no. Get off me now." Amayra asked her husband.

Satria sighed in disbelief, they went all the way to the mother's house just to take one guava. After taking one guava from the tree, Satria and Amayra were very grateful to the mother of the owner of the guava tree.

They also got back in the car. Satria smiled looking at his wife who only looked at the guava. "Well, come all the way here just take one doang? And the fruit is not directly eaten, why is that?" Satria started the engine of his car.

"Hehe, I don't know why either." Amayra smiled looking at the guava.

"Nothing as long as you and our son are happy," Satria stroked his wife's stomach affectionately.

"But you have granted me this strange request." Amayra realized that her request was strange and quite confusing.

The surgeon smiled, "Don't say thank you. It's my duty as your husband and father to our baby."

"Hehe, man,"

"Come, what else now? We haven't reached home yet? Is there something you want to eat?" ask Satria while driving her car.

"No, I want to go home." Amayra. He's nothing to want anymore.

"You haven't had dinner yet, baby."

"Dine at home" replied Amayra with a smile.

"Yes already."

Amayra and Satria returned home. Arriving at the house Amayra just ate the guava fruit, she really liked it. Satria is also happy because he can realize his wife's wishes. In the living room of the house, Amayra was still watching television while eating snacks. N*fsu eating it is not controlled, unlike during Rey's pregnancy. Amayra is mostly nauseous. This pregnancy is different from previous pregnancies.

"Darling, bobo yuk? It's the night." Take Satria to his wife who is still watching tv.

"Just go to sleep first, this is again exciting." Amayra stared at the television screen while chewing on Chiki.

Satria was curious about what Amayra was watching, she turned off her tv. Amayra looked up as soon as she saw her TV dead. "Mas! You what the fuck? Why in matiin?" Amayra protest.

"And I didn't watch it, Mas. It's not a horror movie!" Amayra tried to grab the remote from her husband's hand. But her husband did not give it to her.

"Our son is in there, he's watching the movie too. Ah, let's go to sleep. It is not good for pregnant women to stay up late," Satria carried his wife on the shoulder.

"Ouch... Mas..ya Allah..you are very nice indeed? I don't want bobo first, I want to watch." Amayra protested at her husband, she still wanted to watch a movie in the middle of the house.

"Darling, what time is it? Sleeping ah!" Satria took his wife forcibly into their room.

Amayra pouted, she grumbled at her husband and still wanted to watch tv while eating a snack. Unbeknownst to them, Anna saw the friendly-looking couple.

"I get jealous when I'm like them. Same with my husband. Boro-boro husband, girlfriend only I don't have." said Anna as she walked towards the kitchen. He was planning to take the water that had been used up in his room.

Speaking of girlfriends, why do I remember Ken? He's been calling me lately since the allergy. He also often takes me on the road. But there's no sign that he's gonna tell me love. Am I in PHP-in?

Anna gulped down a glass of drinking water, while thinking of Ken who was now getting closer to her.

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Amayra and Satria were already lying on the bed. Satria by his appeal tried to persuade Amayra not to be angry with him anymore. "Darling, let's go to bed.."

"Hemph! Mas Satria mutebelin," Amayra turned her face.

"Sorry baby, it's for the sake of our son too. Sleep yuk, tomorrow you have a lecture and I have an operation" said Satria as she gently stroked his wife's face lovingly.

"If you want to sleep, go to sleep first" said the woman cuek.

Satria kissed his wife's lips gently, "Don't be angry again dong, later our son is also angry."

Amayra's face flushed red as Satria's lips kissed her lips, "Yes, I'm not angry anymore. Yes, I slept!"

"Wait a minute baby, I'm not good night kiss yet." Satria sat on the bed, staring at his wife's flat stomach.

"Don't he just?" amayra means a sweet kiss of a lips.

"Good night kiss with his mother, but our son. I haven't greeted him today either" Satria said with a smile.

Satria stroked the flat stomach behind the nightgown that his wife was wearing. He smiled, "Assalamualaikum, unfortunately papa same mama. How are you doing today, baby? You're not fussy are you in there?"

"No pa, I'm not fussy anyway." replied Amayra by mimicking a child's voice.

"You're not fussy, is your mama fussy? Wanting guava fruit in people's homes, continue all the way papa there and only one guava is taken." said Satria on the flat stomach, while smiling himself.

Amayra smiled, then she replied again in the voice of a child. "Yes pa, that's who I want. Not the mom who wants to,"

"Oh so, huh? So this papa boy has started asking for things. It's okay as long as you're not fussy in here and don't bother your mama, papa will obey all your wishes."

"The truth is you want to obey my wishes?" amayra asked her husband.

"Yes dong, definitely papa. As long as you are fine, in good health always.until you are born, papa and mama are waiting for you son." said the man while stroking his wife's flat stomach.

It doesn't matter if you want anything, as long as you and our child are okay, May.

"Yes pa, God willing.." Amayra answered.

Both of them threw a beautiful happy smile. They can't wait for the birth of their baby.

When the two finished reciting the sleep prayer, suddenly Amayra wanted something for her husband. "Darling, what else do you want?"

"Mas, suddenly I want you to undress."

Suddenly I was curious about Mas Satria's body. It was strange when I saw it often.

"Huh? Undressed?" Satria surprised.

"Yes, I want to undress. Sleep, don't wear clothes." explained the pregnant woman to her husband.

"Does this want the little one too?" satria asked his wife.

Mommy cravings are weird. But this one is my wife.

Amayra nodded, she looked very spoiled in contrast to her first pregnancy. Satria obeyed and undressed her. He's already bare-chested. Amayra was stunned to see the beauty of her husband's body. "Mas, your body is like Jason Statham!" Amayra touched her husband's chest muscles.

"Sa-honey.you don't touch me so dong," Satria jolted her teeth as Amayra's fingers touched her body.

The bottom one has started to rise.

"Hihi.my husband is so cool!" Amayra hugged her husband.

Then they lay on the bed. Amayra hugged her bare-chested husband. "Darling, seriously you want to sleep in this position? My ketek probably stinks!!"

"Come on Mas" replied Amayra, kissing Satria's armpit.

"Darling.you.." Satria held back the laughter because Amayra really liked the smell of her armpits and the smell of her body. A few seconds later, Amayra had fallen asleep in Satria's arms. "Baby grandpa, papa will remember today. If your mama wants to kiss papa's armpits," muttered Satria while kissing his wife's forehead.

Satria let his wife sleep while hugging him. As if he was a soft roll.

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