The Suffering of the Wife I Divorced

Chapter 12

Biandra Faradisa— was finally the one Amara chose to name her baby daughter.

In addition to the previous baby name has a meaning that concerns Bian's past about 'Tiara', Amara also quite liked the name Biandra which in Latin has a cheerful, adorable meaning.

At first, he had thought to combine the first name Bian, Fabian, and the last two letters taken from the name Amara itself, into the arrangement of the name Fara.

However, Amara does not want Bian to be big head or think that no-no because of the name. Finally he decided to choose Faradisa, which in Arabic means paradise.

In fact, the name also almost resembles 'paradise' which in English also has the same meaning, heaven.

However, even though Amara had told Bian the reason he chose the name, but still the comment that was said from Bian was, "That's your right. You are pregnant and you are worried about him. Whatever name you want to give her."

However, Amara seems to forget that Bian is not a fool. Bian knew full well that Biandra's name was taken from his own name, and God knew that 'Bian' was the nickname that Bian's late parents had mentioned to him.

In fact, it was told in Bian's little heart that Amara combined their names on her baby into Bi and Ra. However, Bian fended off those thoughts.

Maybe it was just Bian's silly thoughts that were too grandiose, and hoping that Amara still harbored great feelings for him, just like he felt for the woman.

Plus, Bian knew full well that Amara was too prestigious to admit it. Or, maybe even the woman deliberately decided to marry another man, just to avenge Bian's actions on her.

If so, Bian can only feel sorry for Zack, because it is used as a tool for Amara to repay her pain to Bian. Poor zack is.

Nevertheless, Bian still did not want to discuss it, and let Amara make choices and happiness for herself.

However, Bian did not want to continue arguing with Amara, especially because at this time he needed to be closer to his own son.

It's just that, other than Bian having to try to avoid the debate and fuss over the empty mess, Bian also seems to need to prepare a heart as strong as steel. Especially when this Saturday Zack came back to see Amara.

"Why don't you tell me you're living with another guy? How long has he been here? Don't tell me you slept with her?"

Although Bian was outside the house while basking his baby in the morning sun, but he could faintly hear Zack's voice from inside the house.

"He's not another man. But Biandra's father, my son. From Monday he was here, and we didn't sleep together. Bian sleeps here, in the chair."

Bian was a little unhappy to hear Amara's soft tone of voice when talking to Zack, while when talking to her, Amara always raised her voice, almost offsetting the sound of a tiger ready to pounce on its prey.

"But he's a foreign man, Ra. Everyone knows we're getting married, especially my family. How could you possibly get him to stay here, Ra? I've never allowed you to stay here."

"How else do you want? I don't want him to take Biandra away. So inevitably I have to ngizinin he nginep here. Your family problem, I'm sure they understand that my son needs—"

"But I'm your future husband, Ra. How come you don't really appreciate me, huh?"

"Not so either, A. You know I always appreciate you. He must not have been here long either. Long time also must be bosen if I continue judesin."

"When do you want to tell him to leave?"

Just as Amara wanted to open her mouth to answer Zack's question, suddenly Bian walked in while saying in a calm voice, "I'm here for my daughter, Lur. If you don't like seeing me here, isn't it better that you don't have to come here?"

"What the hell are you doing?" Amara stuttered to rebuke Bian who put on an unsightly face— despite the man speaking calmly.

After saying that, Bian turned back and exited the house. Not wanting any longer to see Amara being meek at the man, while still acting on herself like she was dealing with an enemy that had to be eliminated.

Amara thinks nothing of Bian leaving the house with Biandra. He just assumed Bian was taking the baby for a walk around the house, as the man always did these few days during Bian's time in Amara's rented.

So, Amara went back to chatting with Zack. They just discuss the issue of wedding plans, ranging from determining invitation letters, souvenirs, wedding halls, party decorations, catering, and all****bengue that they did not escape to note on the agenda.

"What do you want to dowry, Ra?" zack asked as Amara was still busy scraping the pen on the book with a light blue hardcover. "Money, jewelry, or—"

"No need to overdo it, A," cut Amara down while putting a pen on the table and closing the book in front of them. "The party like this is overdone in my opinion. We're also not virgins and bachelors who never married, right? Sitting in the shade just feels a little embarrassed. What else I just menggahirin, do not love later people—"

"That's the party in four months, Ra," Zack hurriedly said. "Some of you haven't had a party, have you? We married together just a doang. There is no harm in not having a party like gini. My family has not had a party for a long time. The mama was enthusiastic about listening to the guests, the study, the friends of the father in the dormitory. Anyway, every malem calls for an invitation of five hundred seeds to make—"

"Five hundred?" Amara repeated in disbelief. "This is what all humans invite? How do you want a big-gedean party anyway? Not to mention your list of friends, A. Look gera list invitation mine, no more than fifty—"

"And we haven't asked your father how many guests they will invite. Your father has a big family here and there, not to mention the family of your late mother, even your mother's family is now quite a lot. Impossible not to be invited, right?"

Amara smiled a little. "Same mother could not dare to ngundang family, A. They are too lazy to be the laughingstock of their own family. So, I think mom and dad are just a few of his friends who often garden together."

Amara was silent for a moment when*********** felt rustling, then her ASI began to drip slowly. He grabbed his cell phone and saw the time show almost twelve noon, then realized three hours had passed since the last time he gave his ASI to Biandra.

Without waiting for a response from Zack, Amara walked out of the house and spread her gaze around. There was no sign of Bian there.

Usually, the man just walks around the yard, or converses on the porch of their rented homeowner.

Amara had not thought of anything, especially since Bian's motorbike was still parked in the courtyard of the house. And he knew there was still one place Bian used to visit while babysitting Biandra, which was in a bamboo bale in front of Amara's parents' house.

So, Amara hurriedly walked towards there. However, the bale located not far from the pool in front of his parents' house was only filled with children who were playing congklak, as well as a group of boys clustered playing marbles on a stretch of dry land.

Feelings of anxiety began to envelop the trough of Amara's heart when stepping foot into the house of her parents, Amara, thinking about the possibility of Bian being with the father or mother of Amara— even though Amara actually knows very well that they must be in the garden.

"De, Bian's the same Biandra over here, isn't he?" amara asked when the first person she saw on the carpet was Fathur, who was lying on his stomach while working on PR.

"There was no one from there either."

Amara was still trying to calm down to hear Fathur's answer, and she had no intention of going into her parents' house after finding out the man wasn't there.

Amara considered looking for Bian to her parents' garden, though she knew there was very little chance of Bian bringing Biandra to that place. However, there was no harm in him making sure of that.

It's just that Amara couldn't have gone to the garden while Zack would have been waiting for him. So, he thought of returning home first.

"Where's the Biandra?" asked Zack when Amara had just entered in a hurry. "Says mau—"

"They don't exist" concluded Amara. "Anter to my father's garden for their nyari …"

Amara stopped her speech as her gaze was fixed on the phone lying on the table. He knew Bian was never far from his cell phone, and he often saw the man calling while babysitting Bianda.

Not infrequently also he saw Bian smiling when talking on the phone, but Amara never wanted to know, and it is not Amara's business with whom Bian spoke.

Regardless of Zack's astonished gaze, Amara immediately contacted Bian's number while standing on the porch.

"Where the hell is it?" amara asked in a panic as the call was directly connected. "That's Bian it's time to—"

"At my brother's house" Bian said from across the street.

"Huh? Where is that?" Amara shrieked in surprise, and within seconds her chest began to rumble, shrouded in fury and excruciating irritation hearing Bian's calm voice. "When did you leave? Why don't you say it first, huh! How can I go bring Biandra not permission—"

"I'm his father, I don't need permission to you who are fun dating, even until I don't realize when I'm the same Biandra left."

"But—"

Amara was unable to finish her sentence when the call was interrupted.

Zack seemed to realize something was wrong from Amara's expression sounding so panicked.

So, he stepped onto the terrace while asking, "What the hell is it, Ra? How did you panic?"

"Si Biandra was taken away."

"Can we do it?" Zack is no less surprised than Amara, then realized that they were too busy discussing the wedding plans to not realize Bian took the baby away.

When he saw that Bian's motorcycle was still parked in the yard, Zack thought it was possible that the man had not gone too far. However, upon seeing that it had been almost three hours since Zack had arrived, he guessed that the man was already far from their reach.

"What the hell is this?" Worries colored Amara's voice until she felt her entire body trembling slightly.

"I tried to call him." Zack grabs Amara's shoulder and takes her to sit down, trying to calm the woman down.

Then, Zack grabs the phone in Amara's grasp, contacting the last contact Amara had just called.

Zack held back a little laughter as he read the contact's name saying, 'Shyaiton'. However, there was no time for Zack to laugh at it, especially when he saw Amara's face a little pale and panicked.

"Bian, where are you?" ask Zack when the call is directly connected. "Don't be like that little boy. Why bring Biandra—"

"Hallo, you? Is it not wrong to say it is the same to me? I am Biandra's father! His father! I have the right to take him anywhere. If Amara wants Biandra, come here. I didn't let him see you, though. My house is open at any time to my son's mother."

If Bian were there right now, maybe Zack would want to strangle the man. And his annoyance grew when the man immediately ended the call before Zack could comment anything.

Shortly after, Amara's phone clinks and an incoming message appears from Bian sending the address.