The Holy Love of Amayra

Chapter 50. New residence

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Bram looked at the back of Amayra, the girl who had just left him. "I will not admit the boy! I won't regret it! I have Alexis!"

Satria and Amayra say goodbye to Cakra and Nilam. Nilam looks cute and indifferent as usual, but Cakra looks sad to feel the loss of Satria. Anna also felt the same way, because she had lived with Amayra for two months and was used to having Amayra there.

Amayra always helped her work on Pr school and they always studied together at every opportunity. Now Amayra will live with Satria alone in their new home.

"Om, can't you pull back your decision? Don't move, I don't want Mayra to leave, um.." Anna begged Satria not to leave the house, her eyes glazed over.

The pregnant woman just kept quiet with her red face, she felt degan because she would stay alone with Satria.

"An, you just calm down. We're not leaving forever, if you want to see Amayra, you just go to the house om." Satria smiled at Anna while patting her head gently.

"Yes, if you need help. You guys just call me! I can also nemenin Mayra at home if Satria's sister is busy in the hospital!" Anna smiled at Amayra.

"Yes, you will need your help" replied Satria.

"Satria, do you have a place to live? Where are you guys staying? Tell papa.." asked Cakra to his son.

"There's already pa" replied Satria pacifying.

Nilam who had just sat quietly in a chair, suddenly approached Satria and Cakra, in sniveling at her husband and stepson, "You don't have to act in front of me, surely papa has prepared a house for Satria and papa's favorite daughter-in-law. Papa must also love a lot of money right on Satria?" Nilam is still on Satria.

"Ma! Why does mama keep on ninyir? Papa never love money with Satria, and every papa wants to love money.. Satria always refused, "Cakra gave an explanation to Nilam.

Yes, all this time Satria is an independent child. He went to school with his own money, because he got a full scholarship until he finished medical school. Never did he ask his father and mother for money except in desperate times. Even while living abroad, Satria has lived independently and struggled alone. Without the help of Nilam or Cakra. Unlike Bram who is always spoiled by Nilam, and his wishes are always fulfilled.

"Allah! Am I going to believe my wits, papa? Papa has always defended Satria against Bram, our son!" Nilam continued to provoke quarrels and emotions of her husband.

Even to the end, my mother never loved me, not a little bit. Satria is hurt by Nilam's attitude, even more so when she already knows that Nilam is just her stepmother.

Cakra tried to hold back his emotions, he sighed and thought Nilam's words were just the wind.

"Satria, please don't put into your heart the words of your mama" Cakra told Satria.

Satria approached Nilam and took Nilam's hand, Satria kissed Nilam's hand gently. "It's okay, pa. Ma, Satria go first yes. mama take care of mama well, healthy always. Thank you for raising Satria."

Nilam pulled his hand quickly, he threw away a face as fast as lightning. Satria only smiled bitterly receiving Nilam's treatment. "Thank you ma, mama has raised Satria.although in fact my heart is sick and heavy to see Satria all this time, because Satria is the son of papa's second wife," said Satria sincerely thank Nilam.

Nilam's hand shook, he turned his body as if he did not care about Satria's presence. His eyes were glazed over, tears welling up under the middle-aged woman's eyes.

"Assalamualaikum pa, ma." Amayra greeted Nilam and Cakra politely.

They both left the house and went to a new house carrying their belongings. Amayra continued to sigh along the way, Satria was astonished to see her.

"Huhh. hahh.."

I'll stay with Satria's sister alone? I should how? What am I supposed to do?

"What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?" tanya Satria occasionally turned her head towards Amayra, with her hand still holding the steering wheel.

"ah! No, you don't do anything, brother!" Quickly answer.

"Ah.iya..uh no!" Amayra answered nervously. He became confused for some reason.

"Like her you're not okay. Later I'll call my friend who works in psychology, to check on you" Satria suggested.

"It's okay, I'm okay!"

"If you're okay, maybe the baby is okay?" satria asked while looking at the still flat stomach.

"The baby's fine too!"

Satria was getting weird to see Amayra's gelagat who was suddenly nervous. Especially when Satria saw there was sweat on Amayra's face. Satria took the initiative to turn on the AC, because he thought that Amayra was angry. The journey to their new home is also quite far from the Calabrian home.

That afternoon they arrived in front of a simple, two-story house and its paint was sky blue. The house was at the end of a residential complex near the hospital where Satria worked. Amayra was amazed to see the new house, but she also saw unkempt plants in the front yard of the house.

Amayra who loves plants so much, she imagines her dream home filled with flowers and living dispensaries. Just like when he turned on Calabria's house by taking care of the plants that were there.

If I take care of a little plant in the yard of this house, it will definitely be more beautiful.

"Whose house is this?" amayra asked as she looked towards her husband.

"My house, it's still niggling. Just one more year, paid it off." Satria looks shy when answering the house is an installment.

"So no prickly house? Using your own money? Does papa Cakra know?" amayra was amazed by her husband.

"Ah. yes use my own money, I used to work part-time while in college. And thank God I can take this house down" Satria said with a smile.

"Alhamdulillah my brother." Amayra smiled proudly at her husband who can live independently and slash the house with his own money.

Satria and Amayra entered the house, in which there was already some makeshift furniture. Amayra immediately took a broom and cleaned the house that had never been occupied. Satria also helped her clean the house and mop.

Amayra initially did not believe that Satria could do homework. But it turns out Satria is quite adept at doing it. Satria said she worked in fast food restaurants, factories, and coffee shops while abroad when she studied S1 and S2. Amayra was amazed to hear her husband's story.

"May, you wait here. I'll make you a drink first."

"Eh, don't you! Let me do it!"

"You must be tired, it's okay. I'm the one who made it." Satria smiled gently, she got up from her seat and rushed off to the kitchen.

As Satria went to the kitchen, Amayra picked up a duster, she was about to clean the dusty glass and did not look comfortable to her eyes.

"Ouch! High too yeah, I didn't make it!" Amayra tiptoed, while directing her duster towards the glass dust above the door of the house. But he had trouble reaching for her.

Finally he took a chair and climbed onto the chair. After finishing cleaning the dust, Amayra intended to get off the chair slowly. Accidentally her long skirt was stepped on and made her body look down.

"Akhhhhhh!!"

I fell!

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