The Suffering of the Wife I Divorced

Chapter 15

Bian did not let Amara go alone from her village, not when the woman walked quickly while crying, plus her position carrying Biandra.

Especially Bian knew that Amara did not come with Zack, even before he heard the roar of a motorbike that took Amara straight away after the woman entered the villa.

So, when Amara exited the village without even looking back, Bian followed the woman without a sound.

Then, when he saw Amara stop stepping in front of the gate with a slightly dazed body, of course Bian stepped quickly towards him.

Before Bian reached out to pull Amara who seemed oblivious to Bian's whereabouts, he saw the woman's shoulder vibrate more and more violently— while her cries grew more and more bitter.

Bian suspected Amara would rebel when he could no longer resist pulling Amara back, then grabbed her and Biandra without a word.

However, instead of rebelling, Amara's cry was even more broken in Bian's arms. Especially when Bian kissed the top of Amara's head with regret.

"I'm sorry, Ra," whispered Bian as he rubbed Amara's back. "I don't mean to make you sad. I just can't stand you being the same as Zack. So I'm straight—"

"Anterin came home," concluded Amara in the middle of her stuffing while breaking away from Bian's embrace.

Right now, it felt like Amara had run out of words to talk to Bian. In fact, to just look up and look at the man's face it feels like he can't.

However, what had just happened really made Amara feel excruciating pain.

However, even though Amara does not want to see Bian, Amara can not be selfish by taking Biandra on foot to the highway.

She should have been embarrassed to ask Bian to drive her home after a few minutes ago telling Bian not to come to her house, or show up in front of her. To be honest, he did not want to deal with Bian anymore.

However, he realized that long ago, Bian had drained Amara's self-esteem to the roots.

"Wait a minute."

So, Amara stood waiting for Bian while the man turned inside the villa. Soon the towering gate was wide open, along with the roar of black Fortuner slowly coming out from within the villa.

Bian stopped near Amara, then got off and circled the car to the passenger side. Bian knew Amara could not open her legs and went wider to get in the car.

Amara did not rebel when Bian lifted her into the car and sat in the seat beside the steering wheel. Shortly thereafter, Bian was already sitting beside Amara and maneuvering the gears in steady motion.

However, since the car they were riding began to drive away from the villa, Amara has been silent ever since.

He paid no attention to anything other than bowing down and observing the sleeping Biandra on his lap. In fact, Amara barely saw that the streets were quite jammed and crammed.

Usually, Bian does not like to go by car on Saturdays and Sundays because of the many tourists who crowded traffic to the port.

However, when he saw the sky was a little dark that afternoon, Bian did not want to risk Amara and Biandra would rain.

After all, five hours ago she was picked up by her assistant by car, and how could she possibly be willing to take her one-week-old baby on a motorcycle?

When he heard the sound of car horns that were simple to each other, then Amara raised his gaze to look forward. Then realize that they've entered it a tremendous highway jammed.

Actually, when Amara traveled to the villa was already jammed, that's why he came with ojek, ojek, and obviously refused to be escorted by Zack after receiving a threatening message from Bian— that would not open the door if he came with the man.

"Ra, isn't the lager?" bian asked while leaning back. His slender fingers tapped on the steering wheel, too lazy to see the sight of the row of cars in front of him that did not move in the slightest.

When Amara was still speechless, Bian turned his head while adding softly, "So early in the morning at home, I haven't been able to cook. Have you had lunch?"

Was Amara still thinking of eating when Bian took Biandra away and made her worry?

"Not yet" said Amara briefly and returned down.

Amara's index finger went down Biandra's soft face, moving to touch her faint eyebrows, her small nose, and her tiny lips.

"Om ...," call Amara for the first time so gently. "Don't take him like this again, will you?"

And for the first time for Bian, his heart seemed to be pounding incoherently when Amara called him by such a name and voice.

For a split second, Bian was still staring at Amara speechlessly.

Then his gaze turned a little tense as the woman turned her head and looked at him expectantly.

Amara paused her sentence when she saw Bian's eyes implying regret, then continued, "Now, I'm actually asking for help with you. Don't think gini again, huh? If you can't promise, if you want, just like Mora a little, can't you? I still can't go all the way after the mingling. I think my body is getting sick easily now. But, today—"

"Ra, sorry," said Bian, holding his hand and holding Amara's shoulder.

Once again Bian regretted not thinking about the impact of his actions on the woman. When she saw Amara's eyes framed by lentic eyelashes and slightly swollen eyelids, Bian's heartburn felt excruciating pain.

How could he have just acted so selfishly out of sheer jealousy, not realizing that he had once again hurt someone he didn't want to hurt?

In addition, Bian knew very well that Amara very rarely needed to be pitied by others. But see how that woman is now? Apparently, Amara really felt that she was at her lowest point, so the woman suppressed her pride by staring at Bian full of supplications.

Amara chose to be silent, then turned her face away from Bian's gaze.

"I'm hungry" said Amara later, though she was actually a little uninspired to think about food. All of that was just to distract, because he also did not want to be too late in the grief caused by the incident.

"What do you want to eat?" bian asked hesitantly, knowing that they were currently stuck in a traffic jam that made his car unable to move.

Then he lowered the window glass and circulated his gaze around. Hope to find a place to eat around that is easy to reach.

When her gaze was fixed on the small tavern that seemed to be selling boiled noodles, Amara suddenly said, "Any Mochi. There's no hawker."

Then Bian turned to Amara who started lowering the windowpanes to call the hawker who was offering merchandise to the car in front of them.

"Mochi?" Bian wrinkled gloomy. "Ngotorin teeth doang or eat mochi mah, Ra. Where do you eat that stuff?"

"Make the laper odd" said Amara briefly, then loosened his head and waved at the peddler and asked for a few packs of mochi.

"What do you want, Neng?" said the merchant while showing his trade. "There's a duren, chocolate, beans, ijo beans, original, same banana."

"Everything feels right," said Amara to make the merchant excited.

"How many packs, Neng?" ask the merchant again while separating what Amara ordered.

After asking the price of the mochi basket, Amara turned to Bian who was smiling to see the woman negotiating.

"Begging for money" said Amara, holding a hand to Bian. "I bought everything. You open the back window, let the amang who sells directly simple in the back seat aja."

Bian chuckled amusedly at Amara's words. Actually, without the need for Amara to explain, Bian had heard the woman's conversation with the hawker. Only, he did not expect Amara would buy all the mochi baskets sold.

Bian reached into the leather wallet out of his pocket and opened it to take a few pieces of money. "Aren't you wrong to buy twenty packs? That's a pack of five boxes, Ra. So like mochi, huh?"

Without answering Bian's question, Amara took a hundred thousand note from the man, then gave it to the merchant who had kept his mochi in the back seat.

"This one package is twenty-five thousand, which means a total of twenty boxes, it costs five hundred thousand, yes, sir?" amara said while offering the money.

"Nothing is reduced, Neng," said the merchant happily. "Twenty thousand packs. Si Neng from earlier was not nawar at all. So it's a total of four hundred thousand—"

"That's okay, sir, take it," said Amara with a faint smile. "The one who paid is not me. Some worry I'm not full because if I eat mochi doang."

After the peddler passed away, Amara realized Bian was laughing.

"You're like a real grudge against me, Ra?" seductive Bian while laughing mischievously. "Is there anything you want to buy again?"

"There is," said Amara expressionlessly, then his gaze seemed to look for another hawker selling anything. "Well, that's a handyman," said Amara with an evil smile. "But it's something that sells mango sweets, the same as fried beans, but the drinking water is also necessary."

Then, Bian only shook his head when Amara drained half of Bian's wallet just to buy food at the hawker.

It didn't matter how much money Amara spent, but because the food in Bian's car almost filled the back seat. Not to mention the bottles of mineral water that Bian believed was enough for Biandra to soak in the bathtub.

After Amara seemed satisfied to see the food in the back seat, Bian again gave a smile when the woman opened a bottle of mineral water first.

"What's that much food for, Ra?" bian asked with a ticklish highlight.

"Make teeth dirty, did you say?"