The Holy Love of Amayra

Chapters 80. Darling

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Seeing Amayra was silent, making Satria frown until both eyebrows like fused together. Satria's fingers gently caressed the wife's cheek, her gaze did not escape the feeling of affection.

"May, we promised to be honest with each other right? You know lying is sin, I'm asking you and you're lying.don't tell me you're lying for good, because this time I won't hear it. Tell me, what's wrong with you? What makes you sad?" Said soft Satria.

Amayra why the hell? Habit if you are silent. Haasha..

Amayra shook her head weakly, her eyes glazed over. Despite giving birth to a mother and a wife, Amayra is still a woman who will only turn 18 years old. Adolescence and there is still a childish nature in him. Satria understood that, he knew his wife's nature well.

"May, if you don't talk, I'd like to ask the people at home. Why are you crying, it must have something to do with them, right?" satria asked as she got out of bed.

Amayra held onto Satria's hand, she shook her head with a sullen face. "Don't! Yes I said, but brother change clothes and go to the bathroom first there, brother just came home. I prepared a drink for my sister" said Amayra as usual.

Oh my God what am I doing? Why did I even make a tired Satria brother come home from work, see me like this?

"Okay, after that I just talked. Look out if you're not talking to me!" Threaten Satria with sharp eyes. His two fingers pointed at his wife's light brown eyes.

"Hehe, yes, brother." Amayra chuckles at seeing her husband.

"Wait for May.." Satria walked up to Amayra, her firm hand reaching for Amayra's hip and holding her. "Sat-sat's brother"

Satria's lips brushed first closing Amayra's lips that were talking. Until his words are not finished. Somehow Satria became more and more eager to touch Amayra, even wanting more than that.

Satria devoured the beautiful lips ranum owned by the wife greedily like hunger. She bit Amayra's lips, made her lips open. Amayra put both hands on Satria's neck, her legs slightly tiptoed to compensate for Satria's height away from her height.

Oh my God, I really want to, but-but.

Amayra welcomed her husband's intimate touch with affection and tenderness. Satria's hand was still holding Amayra. After a long kiss, Satria releases Amayra. His face was flushed, both of them looked timid.

"I'm-I'm taking a shower first.." Satria suddenly hot cold.

I almost got let go. Astagfirullah. Satria. His heart and body wanted Amayra more than a kiss.

"A-I'm getting hot water ready, brother?" amayra asked as she held onto her lips that Satria had just touched.

"No, May, I take a cold shower."

"But it's already night, brother? Is it okay to take a cold shower?" ask the wife worried, let alone see her husband's reddened face.

"I really need cold water again, because of you I have to take a cold shower" said Satria while rubbing her head.

Amayra looked up in shock with her innocent face, "Why because of me? What am I doing?"

"You got me on the ride and.ah come on, just prepare some warm milk for me. I want to go to the bathroom first," Satria gently rubbed Amayra's head covered with the hijab. She could not carelessly open the hijab there because it was her in-laws' house, even if it was only in her room.

Satria went into the bathroom and finished her wish there alone, amid the shower of cold water, "Ah... uuuh...when can I do it with Mayra?" muttered Satria who had just played solo. Satria held her head in a huff, she was always holding it back.

Satria cleaned herself up long enough in there, don't forget she shampooed too. A few minutes later he came out of the bathroom in his towel kimono. Satria's chest, the muscles hidden behind the suit, are now clearly visible. Satria's hair looks wet.

He saw his wife breastfeeding Rey who woke up thirsty, "Sister, her shirt is on the bed." said Amayra who was still busy petting Rey.

"Yes thank you, yes" Satria took the pajamas that were already on her bed. He immediately put on those pajamas.

"The milk's on the table there!" Amayra cried as she glanced at the table in the corner of the room.

"Believe me," Satria walked over and sat down on the chair. He enjoys that warm milk, if most men will smoke. Satria did not do it, she preferred to drink warm and nutritious drinks.

The darling? Did Satria just call me darling?

Amayra's heart gasped in shock at hearing her husband calling her dear. "Sister?" Amayra glanced in the direction

"What?" The new Satria took a sip of the warm chocolate milk from its glass. He glanced at Amayra.

"Satria's sister, just call me a-"

"Dear, I call you baby.." Satria cut off his wife's words.

"Sister?" The woman was flabbergasted.

"Why? Is it wrong to call my own wife dear?" Satria smiled sweetly, she blinked her eyes while teasing the wife.

Astagfirullahaladzim, brother Satria why?

Amayra gawked in surprise to see her husband who usually acts calm, now looks seductive. "Here baby, sit here, bring us Rey too, I want your interrogation!" Satria's hand patted the soft sofa beside her and asked Amayra and Rey to sit next to her.

She held Rey, then she walked towards her husband. He sat down beside Satria, his eyes staring warily.

"Darling, now tell me. What makes you cry?" the man asked with a sweet attitude.

Amayra held onto Satria's forehead, "Before that it seems like you have to take your medicine first,"

"What am I really doing?" ask Satria seriously.

"Sister. weird..."

"Because I called you darling?" Satria smiled at his wife.

Amayra nodded slowly.

"Did you like me to call you baby?"

"It's not like that, it's just that this is the first time you've called me that." Amayra was embarrassed by her husband's call.

"Hehe, it's okay dong. We are husband and wife, you can also call me dear" Satria smiled gently at his wife.

"Hem yes." replied Amayra embarrassed.

Satria asks to take Rey from Amayra. He held the little baby lovingly, until he fell asleep in Satria's arms. Now they start a serious conversation about what makes Amayra cry.

Amayra was honest and open to her husband, telling him what happened without being exaggerated. Satria went up and heard him, he got off the couch and laid Rey on his bed.

"Ckckck, I deserve to look sad.."

"Sister, where are you going?" Amayra was anxious to see Satria stepping out of the room with an angry face.

"Stop the problem!" Satria left with big strides with an angry face.

"No, tomorrow we will move after Rey's aqiqah.."

"That's tomorrow, I'm gonna fix the problem right now!" Satria said firmly.

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