
The man stood petrified in front of the bathroom door, his face looking puzzled. What's he gonna do in there? Whudhu? He forgot how he was doing and praying?
How can I forget my duty to God? How long have I not been a Muslim? Are Muslims only in my ID card?
"Satria why did he get? Sis, the dawn is not much" the pink-hooded girl told her husband, who was standing in front of the bathroom door.
"You're so chatty!" Satria walked towards the table, picked up her cell phone and went into the bathroom.
He was embarrassed to ask Amayra, and preferred to use his cell phone to learn about ablution. He kept the phone on the shelf.
PRAK
"ah! Shit!" Satria is shocked to see her phone falling to the floor.
"What's up, brother?" asked his wife from outside the bathroom door, just as she heard the sound of an object falling inside there.
Satria answered quickly, "It's okay!" while picking up his cell phone that was on the floor, "Thank God it didn't fall into the water!"
He turned on his phone again, played a tutorial video complete with his reading. Satria was quick to learn, in one look he immediately remembered the ablution movement, but he forgot his prayer. He did not want to be underestimated by Amayra, because he was the head of the family, as well as the priest for the 17-year-old woman.
Satria finished his prayer even though with a reading that was still stiff in his mouth and heart, he intended to go back to sleep. The clock shows at 6 a.m. Amayra herself was busy helping out with the kitchen work.
He went back up the stairs, paying attention to the condition of the stairs. He walked carefully afraid of falling. "Why do you keep going back and forth? Can't do anything on the couch!" he said as he stepped his foot down the stairs. He saw his wife coming down the stairs as well.
"It's okay, brother, I don't want to be quiet. I was bored and there was no work." she replied with a bitter smile.
I can't go to school, I can't play with my friends anymore. Only by doing homework can I keep myself busy.
"Yesterday you fainted from exhaustion right? I don't want you to faint again. You can do your homework, but Dr. Bevan says in the meantime you better rest."
"But.."
"Nothing but but, I don't want anything to happen to you.then I'm to blame!" he was very strict with Amayra.
"Yes, sorry.I'm sorry.." Amayra was embarrassed.
"Don't apologize!" satria snaps at the woman.
As he continued his steps down the stairs, Amayra's feet did not rest on one of the steps.
"Ohh..uhh..." Amayra was surprised, she fell down from the stairs which stayed a little more on the floor.
I'm going to fall!
Satria panicked to see Amayra fall, she walked ahead of Amayra. Fortunately, Satria quickly caught Amayra's body.
Hup!!
"Bright.." Amayra was surprised, her eyes were round. He looked at the man who saved him, in a way capturing his body.
Deg, Deg, Deg, Deg,
That's how the heartbeat was pounding, when her body was in her husband's arms. He cannot control himself from that feeling.
Oh God, what is this feeling? Why is my heart beating so fast?! Is this because I'm surprised?
The hand of Satria that always looks ordinary when viewed from the outside, apparently when both hands hug Amayra. Amayra felt a burly hand behind the doctor's suit she always wore.
"Can you be careful?! Almost you" Satria held onto Amayra's two shoulders, the woman was silent She was still shocked that she was about to fall down the stairs. "You're okay? Are you hurt?"
"It's still beating.."
"What?" Satria frowned, she did not understand what Amayra was muttering.
"His heart is still beating!" amayra replied while holding her chest, she looked confused and stared blankly at her husband.
"Hey.. are you okay?" Satria was worried to see the plain-faced girl mixed in confusion. And make him confused, wondering what happened to Amayra.
Is he in shock? Ha, like her I had to move the room down so she wouldn't go up and down the stairs. It's dangerous for her and the baby.
He looked at Amayra and Satria who were downstairs near the stairs. Cakra approached the frozen Satria and Amayra.
"Just now she's.I mean Amayra fell down the stairs," Satria answered her papa's question. He glanced again at Amayra who was still daydreaming.
Cakra was stunned to hear the answer from his youngest son, "WHAT?!" The thinking chakra is why Amayra is silent and looks shocked. "Son, are you okay? You sick?"ask Cakra for attention to Amayra.
Amayra was still daydreaming, she did not answer Cakra's question. Cakra immediately told Satria to check on Amayra's condition.
"Hey. Come sit down, I'll check on you!" Satria held Amayra's hand and sat the pregnant woman on the sofa.
The woman heard Satria's voice, as if she was hypnotized by Satria. Satria's soft voice made her heart thump. What is that feeling? He had never felt this feeling before? Even being hugged by a man, he never.
Even when Bram touched and touched his body, he never felt anything like this. God, what is this feeling?
"Well, what the hell is morning already fussing?" asked Nilam who had also just woken up down the stairs, he glanced cynically at Amayra and Satria.
The two men who were downstairs ignored Ms Nilam's question and focused on Amayra's state.
Are they ignoring me because of this village girl? Ha! I can't believe it!
Satria put on her stethoscope and began to check on Amayra's condition. From the heart beat to the pulse.
"How's Satria? Is he and papa's granddaughter okay?" ask Cakra who shows anxiety to Amayra and her conceived baby.
"Everything is normal, except for his heartbeat! Like her I had to take her to the obstetrician to make sure." said Satria with a frown. Unknowingly his hand rubbed Amayra's cheek gently.
What the hell am I doing? Have I gone crazy? She's my wife but...
"Alright, then you take him to the hospital for a checkup!" Cakra asks Satria to take Amayra to the hospital.
"Sa-I'm fine sir, I am.." Amayra finally spoke, she realized that she had made everyone anxious.
"You're finally talking too, you know everyone's worried about you?" ask Nilam with his voice.
"I-yes sorry ma'am, I'm fine. No need to go to the hospital! I'm just surprised" Amayra felt guilty for worrying everyone.
"Are you sure, son?" ask Cakra for attention.
Cakra's attention reached his heart, he felt being noticed by his own father. Suddenly his eyes glazed over, and he moved from his couch. "I'll make breakfast!"
I miss daddy..
Amayra went to the kitchen, she helped Dewi and Lulu prepare breakfast. She held back her tears, she missed her father. How's things? What do? Amayra was too afraid to contact her.
At breakfast, Amayra was silent and did not say much. Until the question arises in Satria's mind, what is with his wife?
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Mr. Aaron is still carrying out his activities as usual. Transporting trash around the complex, this time Mr. Aaron gets the task of taking it up to the compound where the Calabria house, and where his daughter lives.
The man pulled his trash cart, collecting one piece of trash in front of the house. On his head was the talk of people around. Certainly not a good talk.
Good sir Aaron, his son can marry a rich man. The richest man in Jakarta.
Congratulations, Mr. Aaron, finally become a conglomerate even though the way is despicable! Until self-esteem is handed over! Disgusts!
But Mr. Aaron doesn't care, he knows how his daughter behaves. He believed that his daughter was a victim. Now he misses his daughter who has not lived with him for two days.
Now Mr. Aaron stands with his wagon, in front of the large and more luxurious Calabrian house than any other house in the complex.
"Son, are you okay?" Aaron looked at the house with teary eyes.
Titt's.. Titt's...
"Hey the trash! Move over!" said a man from inside the car, hitting his car horn many times.
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