The Holy Love of Amayra

Chapters 84. Uncertainty

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"Yes you must be tired Satria, go back to your room and meet your wife" Cakra told her son.

"Yes pah, Ustad Arifin, father-in-law.I'll excuse you first," Satria only said goodbye to Cakra, Aaron and his papa. He missed Iqbal, as if he thought the man was invisible.

Iqbal wondered, why did Satria look cold and thin on him? Did he do anything wrong? Satria steps away from there, heading to her room to meet Amayra and Rey.

"Fania, can I talk to you for a second?" Iqbal invited Fania to speak.

"By my sister" replied Fania.

"We're talking somewhere else, yes" Iqbal's eyes led to Satria entering the room near the kitchen.

Iqbal and Fania reached the backyard of the house. Iqbal, who always keeps his distance from women, keeps his distance from Fania, who is not his mahram.

"Why don't you want to talk to me?" ask Fania straight to the point.

"You...how are you, Fania?" Iqbal asked Fania with a smile. One dimple was seen on his cheek.

"Good thanks, I know this is just a pleasantries Iqbal. You want to ask me about Amayra?" Fania guessed the reason Iqbal asked her to talk was to find out about Amayra. Iqbal used to approach Fania and Anna, so he could get close to Amayra. Amayra is the only woman who can be close to Iqbal.

Iqbal had been fond of Amayra from the time the girl attended the school MOS. Her simple beauty, closing the aura well, the smile on her innocent face, her gentle voice while chanting the holy verse of the Quran, made Iqbal fascinated and from that moment Amayra was always in his heart.

"Yes that's right Fan, I just want to ask you a few questions. What do you know about this family and Amayra?" This time Iqbal wants to know if Amayra is happy with her new family.

Fania sighed, telling her about Amayra and Satria who now love each other. Even Satria has accepted Rey with all her heart. Iqbal was relieved to hear the story from Fania.

"Thank you Fan, Thank God that Amayra is well and happy" Iqbal smiled bitterly, his eyes teary.

Fania smiled, knowing that Iqbal still had feelings for Amayra as the first love and the first woman to occupy her heart. However, Amayra is married and their destiny is not a match.

Iqbal realized that, he did not expect more from Amayra. Love can only be in silence in his heart. Amayra's happiness is enough to make her happy too.

May God always bring happiness to you and your family. I hope you are always okay, May.

Iqbal's heartfelt prayer for Amayra, his first love who is not his soul mate. They are not meant to be together, for Amayra's love is already for her savior Satria.

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Amayra is in her room with Rey and Anna. Rey is being invited to play. by Anna and Amayra, they are anxious to see the cute Rey in a small Koko dress worn by Amayra, the shirt is given by her father (Harun).

"Such a machine you love.cepet dong can talk, brother Anna want to talk to you. Cepet gede dong hotshot," said Anna while helping Amayra replace Rey's wet diaper.

Amayra smiles at Anna who loves Rey. Sometimes in Amayra's heart there was envy and pain when she saw Anna. Why is he jealous? It was because she wanted to be like the single Anna and be able to continue her schooling. And Amayra? His normal school life is ruined. The only hope that he could continue his studies was to take the package exam, just like what Satria had planned for him.

Lovingly, Anna puts on the pants for the cute baby Rey after putting her diaper on. "Well, it's comfortable now, right? Hihi, Anna's sister now wants to play Rey, play Rey.." Anna carried Rey carefully. "May, I can take Rey out for a minute, right?" ask Anna.

"Come, just do not go out of the house, yes" said Amayra reminded, "Oh yes, do not long yes want magrib," he continued.

Rich can't go back home now, it's gonna be night. Tomorrow we will be able to return to the old house.

"Okay, just stay with me." Anna smiled.

Amayra nodded. Anna carried baby Rey and took her out of the room. While Amayra tidied up her husband and son's clothes because they would soon return to Satria's old house.

"Oh my God, I'm dizzy..." Amayra let out a tired sigh after undergoing a series of her son's aqiqah events. It turns out that many who attended the event made Amayra have to entertain guests.

A pair of hands coiled around his stomach from the back, "Astagfirullahaladzim!" pekik Amayra was shocked.

Warm breath blew behind her hijab, piercing Amayra's neck. "Satria's sister?" Amayra can already guess that her husband did that.

Why am I angry? Why am I upset? Is it because he's better than me? No, obviously I'm more handsome.I'm more handsome and I'm a great doctor. He will also be a great doctor.

Satria leaned her head on the wife's shoulder with a pouting face. Amayra held her husband's face, fumbling Satria's cheeks. "Sister, what's wrong?"

Satria immediately released her embrace from Amayra, she threw her body into the bed. He turned his body from Amayra.

"Sister? Brother why? Sick brother?" amayra asked worriedly seeing her husband suddenly like that.

"You must be very happy, yes" said Satria with her face bent, pursed lips.

"What?"

"His good to see the former," grumbled Satria accompanied by his thin voice.

"What the hell are you doing?" Satria frowned as Amayra turned her body. He snorted annoyedly at seeing his wife.

Amayra gawked at the sight of her husband suddenly acting like an angry person. "So why the hell, brother?"

"It's okay, I'm just dizzy" replied Satria lazily.

"Yes, I take drinking water first yes bring medicine," said Amayra attentively and gently as usual.

Satria answered tightly, "No need, I'll just go to bed."

Why didn't the accident disappear too?

"Don't sleep now dong sak, take responsibility for magrib," said Amayra reminded that soon enter magrib time.

Satria why the hell?

Satria did not answer his wife's question. Amayra rubbed her chest, then she took a glass of water and headache medicine for Satria.

"Sir, get up. drink first,"

"Drink what?" ask Satria cuek.

"Drink medicine" replied Amayra while sitting next to Satria.

"Who's sick?" Satria turned her body and looked towards Amayra. He was afraid that his wife was sick.

"Sister will say that brother is dizzy," Amayra frowned in surprise.

"My dizziness can't go away with the cure," Satria still looked annoyed.

Amayra smiled and asked what was wrong with her husband, what made her upset. Satria remained silent. "So why the hell? Am I wrong?"

"God.." Satria just snorted with an annoyed face.

"Sister, brother why the hell?"

Oh my God. My husband why?

In order to calm her upset husband without knowing why. Amayra braved herself kissing softly on Satria's cheek. The man was flabbergasted by the initiative of his wife that even Amayra had never done before.

Cup

A sweet kiss had landed on Satria's cheek. Get the man out of bed and sit there. "May..."

"Self said, if there is a problem should always say right? Now what's the big brother problem? Why is my sister acting like this to me? Let's say," Amayra interrogated her husband.

"Yourself, are you not there to tell me?" Satria asked back when asked.

"Nothing," Amayra shook her head in confusion.

"Yes, if there is none, I will not answer your question either" said Satria lazy and childish nature even sticking out of the 25-year-old man.

"Eh why the hell? Brother angry why? I don't understand.." Amayra held her husband's hand, she was astonished to see Satria was indistinctly angry at him.

"Do you know or pretend you don't know?" Satria was anxious to express her heart. But the man still uses a code that Amayra does not understand.

"I really don't know..kak why?" said the woman was innocent.

All right, I can't hold it anymore. Everything will be clear if I talk now.

Satria took a breath, she looked at the wife sharply. "May, you're not gonna talk about your ex-boyfriend?"

"What?!"

Amayra was stunned to hear the question, as well as because her husband was upset. Satria asks an ex-boyfriend she never even had?

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Sorry readers for typo in this chapter, author again less mood 🤧🤧

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