The Holy Love of Amayra

Chapter 59. Jealous

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In his stomach is my son? Is her stomach that big?

Bram wants to get close to Amayra, but she hesitates to get close to her. Bram's eyes were fixed on Amayra's distended stomach which was visible even though she was wearing a long shirt.

Amayra wanted to avoid Bram, but her sister-in-law was already visible before her eyes. Forced and reluctant, Amayra greeted her brother-in-law.

"Assalamualaikum," he greeted politely, but he turned his face away from Bram as if he did not want to see the man.

"Waalaikumsalam," Bram replied as he looked at Amayra.

After she finished greeting him, Amayra walked past Bram just like that. He walked towards Nilam's outpatient room while carrying the large bag. Bram immediately snatched the bag carried by Amayra, he took it.

"Eh? Why?" Amayra was flabbergasted and immediately looked towards Bram in surprise.

"Ini baju-baju mamah kan?" tanya Bram sambil menatap wanita itu. Amayra langsung menundukkan kepalanya, tidak mau bertatapan dengan Bram. Wanita itu hanya membalasnya dengan anggukan lemah.

He's avoiding me? Does he hate me that much? Until you don't want to see me?

Bram shows his disappointed face because Amayra does not want to talk or see him.

"You're not nauseous anymore when you see me?" tanya Bram was curious about the condition of Amayra who usually always nauseated when she saw it.

"Now that I am not nauseous anymore, my content is strong" replied Amayra in a cold voice.

"Oh that's it? Thank goodness," said Bram awkwardly with his bitter smile.

Amayra pointed towards room 102, "This Nilam mama room right?"

"Yes" replied Bram.

"Let me carry his bag, sir!" Amayra.

"No, it's heavy. Let me, you come in" said Bram in a soft voice.

Strange as it is, he is usually always angry when there is me. Now how come he's a little gentle, huh?

Amayra frowned as she did not speak anymore, then went into Nilam's ward. He saw Nilam trying to get the water on the table. Amayra hurriedly approached her and took the glass filled with drinking water.

"Why drink? Let May help ya ma," Amayra was about to help Nilam to sit down, but Nilam thrashed refused to be touched by Amayra even brushed off his hand.

"Anwak sampwah, lepwaskan akwu!" She has trouble speaking because her lips are crooked. Nilam looked at Amayra with the same hatred as usual.

What'd this trash kid want here? Does he want to laugh at me?

"Ma, May help you drink?" Amayra brought the water, and she wanted to drink the water in the glass to Nilam.

But Nilam brushed her off violently, until the water in the glass was spilled onto Amayra's face and clothes.

"Astagfirefull!" Amayra was surprised that the water was spilling onto her face and clothes.

"Ma! Don't do it, Amayra wants to help mom! How is mama?" Bram protested at her mother's attitude which still harbored hatred for Amayra.

"Pergamen!! I don't want to see a sampwah boy!" Nilam drove Amayra from there with his sniffling voice.

"May, are you okay? Is anyone sick?" bram asked as he looked at Amayra attentively.

"I'm fine, I'd better get out of here. I was afraid that Mama Nilam's blood pressure was high because of the emotion of seeing me," Amayra immediately self-conscious to get away from there. "Ma, Amayra said yes! I'm sorry May can't stay here, I hope she recovers soon. Assalamualaikum," Amayra said goodbye to her mother-in-law.

The pregnant woman went out of the room with a sad heart. He wants to stay and look after Nilam, but Nilam still doesn't like him because he's a garbage boy. Instead of making Nilam more emotional, Amayra decided to return home in a wet clothes.

"May! Wait!" Bram called Amayra as he ran up to her, he carried a handkerchief.

"What's wrong, Bram?" Amayra turned towards Bram with a flat gaze as usual. Formal and strict language.

"Satria's sister?" Amayra turned her head towards her husband, she flashed a sweet smile when Satria came.

Bram took himself out of the hands of Satria who was holding him, "I just want to help him clean his face,"

"But you don't have to hold it, do you?" Satria stared intently at her older sister who touched Amayra's face. "May, why do you have to get wet rich gini? Are your clothes wet too?" Satria turned her head towards his wife, she was surprised to see Amayra in wet condition.

"Nothing, brother, I was spilling water" replied Amayra with a smile as if all was well.

Why would he lie if my mom doused him with water?

Bram is flabbergasted to hear Amayra lying to protect her mama. She was not even like other women who would complain about being treated that way by others. But, Amayra did not say much and always smiled under any circumstances.

"Water spillage? Come with me to my room, I'll help you dry it. There was a clothes dryer," Satria smiled, in holding Amayra's hand and grasping her.

"Yes, brother" Amayra returned Satria's hand.

They also walked while holding hands together towards the room where Satria worked. While Bram, he was just standing there because he was nobody. He felt like a mosquito that disturbed the affection of Satria and Amayra.

"God, why does my heart hurt?" Bram holds his chest, he is injured seeing Amayra and Satria who look closer.

Amayra and Satria arrive at Satria's office. Amayra looked at the flower pot of the sun plant that was by the window.

"The flowers are already growing," Amayra smiled to see the sunflowers that she planted hard to start growing even though she was a child.

"Hem yes, I'll always flush him in time as you suggested," Satria plugged in the hairdryer cord and turned it on. "Come and open your veil!" Satria's word to his wife.

"Open veil? Why?" amayra asked confusedly.

"Your hood is wet, right? Your hair must be wet too, here let me dry your hair first!" Satria was already preparing with her little hairdryer.

"But this is not home" Amayra walked over to her husband with that innocent face she looked at Satria.

Satria understood what his wife meant, so he walked towards the door and locked the door. Then he came back to Amayra and asked her to sit in the chair obediently. Amayra also took off her veil, and Satria dried her long hair. Finally, Satria hugged Amayra from behind.

"Big-sister!" Her cry was surprised by the embrace of her husband.

Satria kissed Amayra's neck gently, making the pregnant woman's lethargy. "Unchh.. big brother, why?"

"May, you have to take care of yourself." Satria hugged his wife.

"Keep what's sister mean?" ask Amayra astonished.

"You can't be touched by another man, you're my wife!" Satria exasperatedly thought of Bram touching Amayra's cheek.

"Are you jealous of Bram?" amayra asked immediately to guess what upset her husband.

"I can't dodge it" replied Satria with pursed lips.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know he was going to hold my face. I was shocked to the point of not being able to pull it off, sorry I didn't take good care of myself" Amayra apologized to Satria.

"Next time you have to hit or kick it! What if I misunderstand?" Satria grumbled annoyed at his wife.

"Did you doubt my feelings?" amayra asked as she turned around, she wanted to see the face of the jealous man up close.

"I don't doubt her, I know you love me. But I doubt her feelings," Satria looks worried and scared.

"doubt it? Who?" amayra asked confused as to who Satria was doubting.

"That's it, don't talk about it anymore. Put on your veil again, I'll take you home" Satria kissed his wife's forehead gently with affection.

I'm afraid, I doubt his feelings. What if her feelings change for you? Moreover, he has been divorced from his wife, you are also pregnant with the baby. Then who am I if one day he falls in love with you?

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