The Holy Love of Amayra

Chapter 208. Bram Institution

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Amayra looked at Bram who was suddenly there in his sleeping pajamas. Beside him was Diana accompanying him.

Bram looked at Bima sharply. "You can't sleep together!" he said firmly again.

Bima also felt that Bram was a little sharp at her, the man seemed to suspect her. For several days Bram always slept one room with Bima. Bram was watching Bima.

I won't let a bastard like you touch my sister's wife.

"Why can't I sleep with Satria?" amayra asked Bram astonishment.

"Because...."

The deg!

Bima's heart was pounding, as Bram looked at himself sharply and as the man began to open his mouth.

Why is he always staring hard at me? Did he realize that I wasn't Satria?

"Because what's sister?" ask Amayra again.

"Because I'm going to sleep with her, you're going to sleep with Diana. You're pregnant again and need someone to take care of you, while Satria is still sick and can't take care of herself let alone take care of you." Bram smiled sinisterly at Bima.

"It's okay, brother, I'm fine. I can take care of my wife and child, only my memory is sick.not my physical." said Bima who wanted to sleep with Amayra on the grounds to take care of her and the baby.

Hem, I'm sure Bram knows who I really am. That's why he forbade me to sleep in one room with Amayra.

"Don't Satria, you can't sleep with Amayra yet. Now you sleep here and there, afraid that you will disturb his sleep. Never mind Satria, just sleep with me."

Goddamnit! Tonight we have to talk, you little con man!. Bram cursed Bima in his heart.

"Then so-"

"Can't brother. Mas Satria can not continue to sleep with Brother Bram, brother Bram should sleep with sister Diana. You have not slept together for three days because of me and Satria. Tonight, I'll sleep with Mas Satria. It's okay."

Some days mama Nilam nagging continues behind because of the desire of grandchildren from Brother Bram and sister Diana. If Brother Bram and sister Diana continue to sleep separately, then Mama Nilam angry dong same me.

Amayra feels bad because Bram sleeps with Satria, making him unable to sleep with his wife. "I'm fine with May" said Diana, not minding.

"I can't, I slept with Satria tonight. We'll be fine, you don't have to worry and just go back to your room!" Amayra pulls Bima's hand.

The two of them quickly entered the room and Amayra locked the room. Bram and Diana stood at the door in a state of uneasiness.

"Mas, how is this?" diana asked as she spread out her hands and shrugged her shoulders.

"Ohhhhh..." Bram sighed in annoyance, in fact he was in a dilemma. "We'll let it go first."

"Don't you say that he's not Satria? You sure mas?" diana whispered to her husband.

"Yes I'm sure. But I don't have any proof, so I'm taking this." Bram showed in his hand a short hair. He put one of the hairs in a plastic bag. It was Bima's hair that she got as she patted Bima's shoulder.

"Yes, we have to make sure. Then, what about the fake Satria that sleeps in Amayra's room?" Diana asked again in fear.

Bram knocked on the door of the room, then he said loudly but a soft voice. "Satria, don't mess with Amayra and the baby. If Amayra and my niece go to bed with you, I'll do the same with you."

The deg!

Bima smiled at Bram's voice which sounded like a threat. As if telling her if she touches Amayra then she'll die in her hands.

"I will not mess around, just calm down, brother." replied Bima to Bram, who is also her brother.

I won't say anything because Amayra and the child in her womb are my family.

Bram and Diana left the room uneasily, but before that she asked Lulu and Dewi whose room was close to Amayra's room to report to them if there was any strange noise in the room.

Bram and Diana went to their room. Meanwhile, Bima and Amayra were in one room. Amayra prepares the bed for Bima as comfortable as possible. For a long time he did not prepare it, even Amayra also prepared sleeping pajamas for Bima.

"Yes..."

"Yes?"

"Open your shirt."

"Did? What's?" Bima glared towards Amayra.

"Mas.you have to change clothes. I've prepared a nightgown for you. Oh yeah, you want me to make some tea?" amayra asked Bima warm and friendly.

All this time, no one had ever prepared clothes or served tea for me.

Bima was touched, all this time he had never felt the attention of someone let alone family. He has lived independently since his uncle died.

"Mas, what is diem? Let's get changed!" Amayra said to Bima.

"Yes, I went to the bathroom first."

"Oh yes, you also do not pray isya loh."

"Huh? Ishaa prayers?" bima asked while looking at his wife in confusion. He did not pray and during those three days, Amayra and Bram guided him to prayer.

"Mas! How to dream again? Don't you just forget the prayer of ablution?" amayra asked while looking at Bima with a frown.

"Ah.that's..." Bima.

"Nothing mas, you will forget because of the loss of memory. Here, you read his prayer..." Amayra handed a piece of paper to Bima.

Confused, the man went into the bathroom. He was confused there because he did not know the prayer of ablution or his movements, Bima just obeyed what was on the paper.

Shortly thereafter, Amayra also entered the bathroom. He took ablution water, for three days he did not pray together with Bima which he considered as Satria.

Bima looks clumsy to be a priest and leads the prayer movement because he has never done this before. Especially when Amayra kisses her hand. "Yes..."

"What else?"

Amayra asks Bima to kiss her forehead. "Huh?"

"Every time you finish praying together you always kiss my forehead, then pray for our children too." Amayra smiled, she was waiting for Bila to kiss her forehead while stroking her stomach.

How'this? I don't want to see this woman of burden disappointed and sad. Satria forgive me, it's for your son's happiness too.

Bima looked nervous, hesitantly burying her lips on Amayra's forehead gently.

The cup!

"It's been-"

The cup!

Amayra replied to a kiss from Bima, by peeping Bima's cheek. Bima was so shocked that she lapsed and held her cheek. "You-you!"

"I love you..."

The words of love that came from Amayra's mouth made her heart tremble violently. Even though he knew that love was not for him.

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Title: MICHAEL EMERSON'S CHOICE OF LABS

Author :SkySal

Footage

"Darling, how come you're so beautiful if you wear this stuff?" Micheal said as he pulsed spoiled on Zenwa's back who was currently making toast.

Zenwa was only wearing a negligee at this time, his hair was in the original midget and he did not wear anything behind the negligee because he was in a hurry, his stomach was rumbling and the worms were demo for food.

"Beautiful to you" said Zenwa who had a little trouble moving because Micheal who continued to stick like a freshly dripping chick. "Honey, you wait at the dinner table, yes, I want to make milk first," Zenwa later said.

"But still kangen, still want to breathe your scent," whined Micheal spoiled and he kissed the nape of Zenwa, Zenwa's whole body bristled, and he wriggled amusedly.

"Kangen how? We are always together" said Zenwa and he took two glasses to make milk.

"Yes, when I woke up, you weren't there, we were separated because you were busy in the kitchen." Zenwa chuckled at her husband's complaint.

"You sleep well, I don't have the heart to wake up, honey."

"But you can say goodbye first, kiss it first, before going to the kitchen."

"I already kissed you."

"lik! Not powerful."

"Well, are you asleep, how do you feel?"

"It should feel like if you kiss her on the lips, where did you kiss her?"

"In the hand."

"Well, in that hand if I'm going to work.

"Okey okay. Now, let's eat, after this I kiss on the lips."

"Promise?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"You want to make another baby?"

"The factory's still tired, honey."

Tbc....

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