The Holy Love of Amayra

Chapters 226. Your lips are sweet

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Bima was pensive when he was told to go home by Bram to meet Satria who had been awake. Without speaking, Bima decided on the phone. His heart was pounding, happy and confused mixed in his feelings.

"Alhamdulillah...Satria is dead. But how can I meet him? What should I say when I see him? Not nothing, I've been pounding." said Bima while holding her chest, her eyes glazed over. Not yet anything he was moved, when he would meet with Satria.

He became confused, even though this was something he had been waiting for a long time. The meeting with the twin brothers who had been far away from him. "Satria, are you going to like me? Will you accept me as your brother?"

Bima got into the car that was always driven by Satria, he gasped towards the house Calabria with a smile of his own. Can't wait to meet his twin brother and talk directly to Satria.

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That night, Amayra had just finished preparing warm tea and cooking fried rice without her husband's favorite soy sauce. She approached her husband who was sitting on wheels, Satria had just prayed Isha.

"Mas, here I bring your favorite tea and fried rice" said Amayra while showing fried rice and a glass of tea on the tray.

"Darling, I told you, you don't have to make me" Satria told his wife.

Amayra. "Mas, I've been looking forward to these times for a long time.I miss cooking fried rice and making warm tea for you. So, don't protest, do you? Today I will also feed Satria!"

"Darling.." - Satria looked at his wife with a sad look.

"Hussshh.not only do I want to bribe you, but our son also mas." Amayra took out a spoon filled with fried rice, she smiled as she looked at Satria full of hope.

You certainly will not refuse if it relates to our child, right, mas?

"Haahh, yes, bribe me. Come on!" satria said with a faint smile.

"Gaz!!" Amayra smiled happily, then she fed Satria attentively and slowly.

I will always be a strength to you. Whatever happens, I will accompany you. So, you also have to be strong.I know in your heart, you are sad. Amayra looked at her husband's sad eyes.

"Where is mas? My fried rice is still a favorite of Satria, right?" amayra asked as she picked up the yolk on the plate.

"Hem..taste is still the same, it's good to love." said Satria with a smile praising his wife.

"Alhamdulillah if my cooking is still a favorite on the tongue mas Satria."

"Favorite in my heart too" said Satria with a sweet mouth as usual.

"Hehe, I'm ashamed of you" said Amayra with a smile.

"May.this is it!" Satria waved her hand and asked Amayra to get closer to her.

"Yes mas?" sahut Amayra's.

"Here's a jerk, I want to whisper something sweeter." Satria raised both eyebrows, smiling.

"Huh?"

Amayra obeyed and brought her face closer to Satria's face. At first Satria approached Amayra's ears, but she grabbed the wife's face and kissed her lips.

"Mas Satria.." The pregnant mother's face was blushing, she held her lips that her husband had just smothered with his index finger. "She wanted a sweet whisper, but kissed me instead" said Amayra with pursed lips.

"Oh I said that, huh? Yeah, I've changed it so show me something sweet."

"Show me something sweet? Where's?"

"That's just now, the lips that I kissed were May's sweet taste" Satria said with a gentle smile.

"W-what?" the two women's eyes widened, she blushed in embarrassment.

"PFut.. hahahaha.I haven't seen your blushing face in a long time." Satria laughs at his timid wife.

"Mas.kamu still like to tempt me." said Amayra sebal.

Satria stroked Amayra's face gently, she looked at his wife longing."Why does my face keep being caressed?"

"So, what part do you want me to buy?"

"Our children are also caressed dong, they have long been not caressed with their papa" said Amayra with a smile.

Satria's hand turned on his wife's distended stomach. Satria spoke to the stomach, to the children inside and apologized to them. "Honey, forgive papa ya.papa has not greeted you for a long time. Papa's son is in good health during papa's coma?" Satria stroked the stomach lovingly.

Amayra rubbed her husband's hair, she felt greasy and greasy on Satria's hair. "Mas.your hair is long and also limp, tomorrow mas haircut and shampoo ya mas." said Amayra reminded.

"Yes yeah? For almost a month I have not shampooed and only slept in bed. All right baby, do what you want." said Satria with a smile." said Satria put everything to Amayra.

"Mas don't protest yes, later I am the shampoo.Pak Muin who cut his hair" said Amayra with a smile, she can't wait to take care of her husband.

"Yes, baby, yeah..." Satria mangosteen only.

Suddenly Amayra fell silent, thinking of Bima. How did he tell about Bima?

"Mas.. I actually want to tell you-"

Heck, tok

Someone knocked on the door of Amayra and Satria's room, until Amayra's speech was interrupted. The door of the room was wide open, the person who had just knocked on the door was also seen. A man with a face similar to Satria.

"You..who are you?" Satria looked at the man who was like his copy. He looked at Bima.

His face looks so much like mine, who is he?

"Mas Bima?" Amayra muttered as she saw Bima in her doorway.

Why did Bima come? Didn't I tell her to come later?

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