The Suffering of the Wife I Divorced

Chapter 11

When the motorbike roar away, Amara suspects that Bian decided to go home shortly after the man left the room.

However, seeing that Bian's black backpack was still inside the room, Amara could not guess where the man was going. He didn't want to think about it, it wasn't Amara's business.

Nevertheless, still Bian's sentence felt still buzzing in his ear that said, 'Everything happens without me being able to control.'

It was just that the pain from the wound that had never dried up in his heart seemed as if he refused to think about it.

A split second later, the impact of the pain of missing Bian for months it managed to defeat Amara's logic to think clearly.

So, he immediately threw his brain away.

The decision has been made, he will be married to Zack— the former as well as first love.

And considering all this time he had never been lucky in love affairs, no wonder if now Amara hopes she can be happy with the man.

Amara did not know how long she daydreamed, but soon the roar of Bian's motorbike was heard stopping in the courtyard of the house. Amara frowned while looking at the clock hanging on the wall, only half an hour the man went— and Amara was still sitting pensively beside her sleeping daughter.

Shortly thereafter, an open and closed front door was heard before Bian's figure appeared again in the bedroom doorway.

"Where the hell is it?" amara asked, but she could see Bian carrying a bag of groceries.

"Buy a cigarette" Bian said briefly, then glanced at the baby who was still asleep. "You guys buy formula milk for him."

"Milk formula?" Surprise colored Amara's voice as she repeated Bian's speech. "And I said I wanted to give her an exclusive ASI by age two. You why dare to make a decision to give him milky—"

"Simulation if you're married." Bian's voice was indifferent, and when Amara looked dumbfounded, Bian added in a tone of non-acceptance, "Don't I also say I'll bring the baby if you keep ngeyel limited me to her? Or, do you want in the future I continue to recokin your household with your beloved ex just to 'ask ASI'?"

Bian managed to leave Amara stunned and could barely open her mouth to comment. For the first time Amara did not think about the consequences she had already decided to marry Zack.

"But you can meet him even if I'm married!" Amara finally managed to find her voice again after a few seconds.

"Me is not enough." Bian looked at Amara with a serious look. "Do you think I'm a statue that can continue to be diem when you see you making out with your husband just to be able to meet my son?"

Amara had just opened her mouth to make a sound, but again Bian luke it first by adding, "Sama kayak you often say, this is heart— is not a fantasy world."

Amara gulped with difficulty when she assumed that Bian would probably carry her baby when she was with Zack, and it made Amara's throat seem to be clogged with seeds.

"But I'm not far from him." Amara is still trying to put forward negotiations. "Don't think about taking my son away even a day—"

"And you also do not try to make my son lack of affection from his father!" bian said firmly before darting away leaving a debate that never found an end.

He went to the kitchen and worked to sterilize bottles and pacifiers, and that's nothing new for Bian— considering he has experience while taking care of Alif.

Amara can only growl in annoyance when the next two hours Bian starts training her baby by feeding her formula. Seeing the lips of the baby trying to adapt to a special pacifier for the newborn, it makes Amara's heart ache.

In fact, the movement of the baby's tiny lips alone seemed to make Amara's breasts stimulate the brain to release the hormone prolactin, which then ASI began to drip, until the breastfeeding bra she wore began to get wet.

Unable to watch it any longer, Amara pushed Bian's shoulder bent over the baby while holding the bottle that the baby was now sucking.

"You're the one who's making it" Bian said as he returned to his position, overshadowing the baby while holding the milk bottle.

Regardless of Amara continuing to beat Bian's back with a pillow, the man chuckles when he sees the baby suckling nimbly. "Your mother's doing a great rese, huh? Can't see you like it."

"You're the rese!" say Amara while approaching.

Amara wanted to kick Bian away, but the damn stagens wrapped around his abdomen to his thigh made it difficult for him to move his legs. So, inevitably Amara punched Bian's back to cause a loud bang.

When the man just grimaced without moving from his position, blocking Amara from stopping his activities, the woman grew even more upset. He then bit Bian's shoulder until his neck veins tightened, then Bian reacted.

"Sick, Ra," complained Bian as he turned his head and tried to keep Amara's head away carefully. "Former bite you when you've just not been said. Blue all must be my body if you—"

"Well that's why you go there, this is ASI I netes continue," snapped Amara annoyed. "He wants breast milk, not bottle milk!"

Carefully Bian releases the bottle milk the baby enjoys. Bian only made thirty milks of milk, now not even half the milk he made. When the bottle was released, the baby's lips were still moving, as if they were not yet full.

Bian let out a deep breath, feeling all wrong what to do. To be honest, he also did not have the heart to give formula milk to his children, especially when ASI Amara was fertile.

However, she also did not want to be far from her baby if a few months later Amara married. So, it was the only effort he could make at the moment, trying to come to terms with the circumstances.

He knew, it would not be wise to continue to force Amara back to refer for the sake of the baby in order to get the attention and affection of both parents.

However, Amara's refusal was too blatant. And his attitude like that seems to indicate that Bian is the worst man— who could not possibly provide a decent household life for the woman.

Maybe Amara was right, and it wasn't the woman's fault to assume so about Bian. After learning that Amara has made the decision to get married, Bian knows that the opportunity is getting smaller to invite Amara to refer.

For a moment, it occurred to Bian to continue to urge Amara not to get married immediately in the near future.

No, that's not really what Bian wants. If Amara does not want to return to him, Bian had thought at least Amara remained alone.

Imagining Amara hanging out with other men alone has made her heart ache. However, Bian's only consolation right now was his baby.

And Bian realized, too selfish if he blocked Amara's desire to marry a man who might be able to give him complete happiness.

The movement of Amara who holds her baby into the arms makes Bian's daydreams scatter. Then observe Amara who started breastfeeding her baby.

"Ra," said Bian in a soft murmur. "Unfortunately she drinks breast milk, if the night is still learning bottle milk, huh? Let adapt sama—"

"What the hell is that like?" Amara snorts. "Don't understand also that all this child needs is ASI?"

"But he also needs the love of his father, Ra. I'm his father!" Bian held back that his voice remained calm, even though there was actually such a terrible pain in his heart. "Okay, maybe your future husband can change my position. But I can assure you that our love is not the same. He's the first kid I've got, Ra. There was a time when I wanted to take her to my family, and I couldn't take you if you were somebody's wife. You don't understand my position?"

"From the beginning, I always knew your position!"

"Keep me what?" Bian looked at Amara. "I don't forbid you to marry someone else, all I want is to not let me give love to my son."

"You have no right to forbid me from marrying. Who do you think you are?"