The Holy Love of Amayra

Chapters 196. Want camping

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Satria held his wife's hand which covered half of her face. She did not understand what Amayra meant by her eyes similar to hers. Who her?

"My eyes are similar to her? Who is he, baby?" satria asked while looking at his wife with a frown.

"Mas don't misunderstand me. I saw someone who looked like Mas Satria, but his eyes were troubled." the woman explained that Satria did not misunderstand me.

"Hem, so is that it? Then who is this guy you mean May?" tanya Satria is still curious about the figure of this guy.

Amayra answered quickly without pause. "He's the one who saved me and the cat when he got hit by a car!"

Uh! What did I say just now? O Allah. astagfirullahaladzim.aku takseplosan!

Satria was dumbfounded, her eyes widened looking at the wife. "What's? You wanna hit the car?!"

"Ah.gok, Mas misheard. I-the cat that's about to get hit by a car, I-the cat!"

"I should have heard clearly the word save me and the cat! Hayo, don't lie..What happened this afternoon?" Satria pinched Amayra's nose with anxiety.

"The cat was going to crash..." Amayra twirled her eyes in confusion.

"Continue what? If you don't tell me, I'm asking Lisa or Sandy!" threaten the man to his wife.

"L-yes I said, but then the pinch used to be dong," pinta woman with a spoiled voice.

Satria took her hand off Amayra's nose. "Say!" satria said firmly.

"His intention was that I wanted to save the little cat that was crossing again, and I didn't see the way. The car sped towards me, and then there was an annoying guy who was helping me. I don't know who, either,"

"Well! Baby, you're careless again. Fortunately, there was that man who saved you, right? If not, then surely you and our child are okay."

"But I'm angry with that guy, he's angry with me and he says I'm bego! Very rude people, I'm upset anyway."

"So she really said that?"

"Yes, I'm so good." Amayra lowered her head with a pouting face.

"If I were him I'd be mad too!"

"Why are you angry with me?" Amayra astonishment.

"Because you are careless and cannot take care of yourself and our child, of course I will be angry. So, next time take good care of yourself, May! I don't want this to happen again" said Satria.

"God willing, mas."

"Don't God willing, but this has to be! You have to take care of yourself and your child. I'm not mad at you, baby, I'm worried. Can you not make me worry?" satria asked while touching Amayra's forehead.

The eyes of the couple looked at each other. Amayra also nodded obediently to her husband. "Yes, you're ready for food for me, baby. I want to take a shower first" said Satria, stroking Amayra's head gently.

"Yes, I prepared it first! Oh yeah, mas.would you like some warm tea too?"

"By honey, but don't use sugar." Satria blinked one eye. His hand picked up the towel that was on the sofa.

"Why? Do you usually like to use sugar?" Amayra was astonished with a frown.

"Because look at you, it's so sweet,"

Amayra was astonished at Satria's words, the man flicked and uttered sweet words at her. He was made a baper and floated again by Satria.

"Mas...kamu what the hell?"

Satria kissed Amayra's forehead. "It doesn't sprain anymore, does it?"

"Darling, do not forget that the Prophet was famous for stealing Aisha's heart. When the wife is feeling anger, she will relieve the anger in an intimate and romantic way. Kissing the forehead is one of them" Satria explained to his wife.

"Yes, you have indeed eased my anger. Even you have already stirred my heart," said Amayra, smiling affectionately at her husband.

After Amayra and Satria get ready for bed. Suddenly, Amayra talked about camping at her campus in order to organize student events. "Yes..."

Looks like I have to persuade Mas Satria first so that I can be allowed to join the camp.

"Yes?"

Amayra massaged her husband's legs gently and attentively. When Satria was reading some paper, the man put on his glasses. "Mas, look good even with glasses!"

"Yes I am handsome really," said Satria with a thin smile.He felt a massage from his wife.

"Bag.."

"What dear? It's not like I told you to go to bed first. Is there any food you want?" asked Satria who was still focusing on looking at the documents in her hand.

"No way," Amayra massaged her husband's legs getting softer and finer. Trying as comfortably as possible to touch her husband's feet.

"Why haven't you slept yet? It's past ten in the evening. It's not good for pregnant women to stay up,"

Amayra again came his promise, if he was good again like this there must be something he really wanted.

"Mas, actually I want to ask permission." Amayra's voice softly.

The soft voice was heard by Satria, "Lizin what?"

"Kan.dikampus there is a student association event. Everyone came to the show and I have never been, well for this event I want to come along. But, of course if you allow it."

"As long as the show doesn't harm you and our child, I will allow it. Of course still, you must be escorted with Sandy" said Satria firmly.

Thank God that Satria agreed. Camping is not dangerous.

"But, for this event the rich sir Sandy can not come along" said Amayra while thinking.

"Who? Why can't you?" Satria kept the documents on the table, she opened her glasses as well and began to notice what Amayra was saying.

"Yes, I went to Bogor."

"Bogor? What do you want to go to Bogor, May?" Satria.

"I'm going to camp in Bogor, mas."

Satria patted his eel, "Astagfirullah..so the student association event to Bogor? A camper? Do you want to go with this condition?"

Amayra nodded, "If you are not busy, then go along. Oh yeah, Anna, Lisa and the others are also in a camper to Bogor."

"Sorry May, I won't allow it." Satria refused firmly the request of Amayra who wanted to go camping to Bogor.

"What's? Didn't Mas just say, I agree." Amayra stared intently at Satria.

If Satria does not allow it is okay. I have to obey my husband.

"What the hell are you thinking at this moment? You are pregnant again, when you want to camp far to Bogor? Astagfirullah... I did not think the same you, could you want to go to Bogor for a camper? Where's your mind, anyway?"

Unknowingly, Satria who was tired of being mixed was upset so angry at his wife. "Well, if you don't let me do anything, I won't come because I can't leave without my husband's permission. But why do I have to talk like this anyway? Yeah, I don't have a mind and I don't know where I think I am!"

Amayra immediately laid her body on the bed and covered her body with a blanket. Satria stared at the back of the wife who was behind her.

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