The Suffering of the Wife I Divorced

Chapter 13

"Try before you married again, surely your son is now big. Lah, this is thirty-nine, you just got—"

"Can it be, Na? Noisily from earlier," rebuked Bian to Mirna, his older sister who fondled Biandra while lecturing Bian since two hours ago.

"I came here to meet Alif and show off my virgin daughter, not need to be lectured. It's been on my back from the same time as your talk."

"Uh, ouh duh .. don't beat up your father, yes .." Mirna's taunts were interrupted when she looked up at Bian who was standing in the doorway and just finished answering the phone. "This is serious, call him 'Bian'?"

"Yes, that is, the person I said his name was clearly 'Biandra Faradisa'," Bian grumbled as he stepped onto the chair where his older sister sat holding Biandra. "Can't be funny if it has to be called 'Ndra'. She's a girl, not a guy!"

"Who knows if you want to be called 'Rara, Fara, or Disa'. Call 'Bian' it's like the late mama and you call you when you were little know."

"Call Disa at the ends so Icha. Worse if he's called 'Chacha'. Ah, the mother she's a good name …"

Bian stopped his sentence when he thought of Amara. After receiving a call from Zack who sassyly questioned why he brought Biandra, somehow Bian wanted to strangle the future husband Amara.

He knew he was wrong to leave secretly. All because he could not bear to see Amara talking to another man. Especially the tone of Amara's speech that softened, as before when they were still married.

Admittedly, Bian very much misses Amara's attitude like that to him. Since they met one week ago, Amara's spoiled behavior and all manner of behavior has really changed drastically.

However, even though Amara views him as an enemy who does not deserve forgiveness, but still it does not reduce the amount of love Bian is imprinted in the heart, only on Amara.

Maybe because she is different. And the presence of Biandra obviously nourishes his love the bigger the— because obviously the woman can give what no other woman can give.

Even if it is Tiara, a former lover who once conceived her son— even though the baby was never born and they were not destined to be together.

So, when I saw and thought Amara was going to marry Zack, Bian's heart was hit by a ghada. It felt excruciatingly painful, and much worse than when she watched the hot video of Yuanita and her affair man.

The thought of Amara and Zack irritates Bian, especially after he sends a message containing his brother's address. How could she possibly want to see Amara coming with the damned man?

Finally Bian again took the phone out of his pants pocket, then moved the fingers and typed the message.

To: MTS (Heritage Villa III. But, don't expect me to open the door if you come with that guy.)

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Amara's knees trembled slightly as the taxi she was riding stopped in front of the villa where she and Bian had last met, the place where Bian carved such an incredible wound that until this second he had been hard to forget.

Amara sighed deeply when she saw the shiny black Fortuner parked in the spacious courtyard of the villa.

After managing to control the suddenly bubbling emotions in his heart, he finally sped up his pace exploring the shiny marble terrace.

While passing through a row of four tall pillars, from the window that stretched out he saw the figure of Bian standing while fondling Biandra. It was certain that the man was waiting for him.

So, Amara immediately entered through the door leaf jointed wide open.

"Welcome, Mother Biandra," greeted Bian with a warm smile when Amara had just entered. "You didn't come with that accursed man, did you?"

"Take care of your mouth" said Amara coldly, as cold as his fist that began to sweat due to a little difficulty controlling emotional turmoil. "He's no more cursed than you."

"My question is, which one does Amara want the man to marry?" bian asked as Amara walked over, looking to snatch Biandra from the man's embrace.

When Amara's steps came to a halt at a distance of two meters, Bian added calmly, "Amara is the meek girl he knew in the past, or the other side of an Amara that you hide from everyone? Considering you said that Zack was the madrasa's son, I'm sure you weren't really open about who you were …"

When Amara seemed to digest his sentence, Bian continued, "You need to know, the more a man feels himself holy, the higher the criteria of a future wife he wants. In fact, not a few men feel disappointed if he finds something that he never knows, continue if he knows that you were once a woman at night—"

Bian's speech was interrupted when Amara immediately stepped up quickly and slapped a hard slap on her cheek.

A split second later, Bian saw Amara Amara shivering as her face was crimson, as red as her beads that were now being flooded.

"Udah enough you insult me!" Amara could even hear her voice quite vibrating, as well as the entire body of Amara who was now increasingly trembling covered in mounting pain into an overflow of emotions.

"Simply, Zack doesn't know my worst side. He will not insult me like you did six months ago" continued Amara with great difficulty.

Then his hand raised pointed at the sofa whose position was still the same as a few months ago.

"There, you accuse me of having sexually transmitted diseases that even I have just heard of. On that sofa, you don't care a bit about me who doesn't want to care about you .. You don't get angry when I say that you're not fair nyerein I do that."

When Bian froze to see Amara's face tear, the woman said in a broken voice, "On that sofa you didn't just break my heart, but also managed to destroy dreams about happiness that I just want to wake up."

Amara did not know since when her cheeks were wet with tears, but her chest felt squeezed by a large stone until her breathing was so tight.

Despite sobbing, Amara continued, "You never know the impact of the allegations about the disease. I'm afraid I'm going to nularin the disease to my son. After knowing the test results showed that I was healthy, did not have any infectious diseases, I asked the medics how the disease was transmitted. He said it was the result of a couple's infidelity. Just so I realized, only two people have ever come into contact with me without safety …"