The Suffering of the Wife I Divorced

Chapter 16

"You buy food just want to doang," said Bian with a little displeasure. "That's a lot of snacks that time just to be seen doang anyway, Ra? Eat again or his snack."

Amara only raised her shoulders to respond to Bian's words.

While driving a car after passing through the area that made traffic hampered, Bian again tried to persuade gently, "Said laper? The meal time of a mochi doang immediately said full? Not delicious?"

"It's not bad" said Amara slowly. "But not lust."

Indeed, when Amara bit a mochi of durian flavor in that little box made of woven bamboo, he actually just felt himself as if swallowing a piece of saw blade.

At that time, Amara was trying to breastfeed Biandra, but the baby seemed a little fussy. It managed to make Amara restless until her seat was a little careless and uncomfortable.

"What's the matter, De?" Amara murmured gloomily while trying to point her breast pistil*dinya on the baby's tiny lips. "Come or mimi first, don't make Mother anxious try."

"Dear mother, you also have to be calm" Bian said when he saw the panicked look on Amara's face, while the woman's eyes were clearly still swollen from tears. "You want to go out first and find a place to rest and eat? Or is my gentian the fat one?"

Amara glanced at Bian, then found that the man's countenance had also changed slightly, seemed so caring as well as worried, and Amara was a little annoyed that Bian was still persuading him to eat.

"You have been making food, ever since" muttered Amara with a stinging voice. "I said I'm not lust."

"But you're a nursing mother, darling," Bian still kept his voice soft. "You need to eat, need a lot of nutrition so that the quality of ASI-nya good. He said he loved Biandra, but didn't want to eat?"

It seems that Bian's last sentence managed to make Amara think. Again the man knew very well that Biandra was the most important thing for Amara, because she was now looking at Bian expressionlessly.

Although the woman said nothing, Bian knew that Amara was considering her words. And he didn't want to waste the chance to linger with Amara and her daughter, a rare chance Bian could walk with her like a perfect little family.

So, when their car should turn to the T-junction to the village of Amara, Bian increase the speed of the car and pass the road just like that.

"Eh, how about a skudatin anyway?" Finally the sentence just slid from Amara's lips when he realized Bian was annoying by deliberately accelerating the speed of his car. "Where are you going?"

"Walk for a minute, huh? Lay you out—"

"But this is no longer maghrib," protested Amara a little unhappy.

"You will no longer pray, dear," said Bian calmly as he smiled a thin smile, of course it was just a mere reason. "Feed a nice little place to eat. Let's not be bosen too, the Biandra at home continues?"

"Who's a week baby knows she's home?" Amara's eyebrows crinkled slightly, then relief crawled through the recesses of her heart as the Biandra began to suckle.

"Well, right, that's just a kid at the moment of horror I want to take him for a walk." Bian gave a smile even though his gaze focused forward on the road.

"There are many reasons for you" commented Amara flatly.

Amara knew she could not argue because the road to Amara's house had already passed far enough. So, he went back to silence and tried to relax while gently patting the baby's body in his lap.

"When else can I take my son with his mother? Rare moment."

Amara just muttered a little while twisting her eyeballs. When twenty minutes later Bian steered the car into the parking lot of the shopping center on Ahmad Yani street, Amara grimly frowned and turned to Bian.

"Gapain come here?" amara asked as Bian circulated the view to park the car in front of the Cit*m*ll building.

"From toys to Biandra ..."

Bian hung up his words, knowing that it was a silly idea that immediately got a protest from Amara when he said, "His son is still wrapped in cloth. Where is there a child se—"

"Nyari stroller, baby walker, car seat, baby bouncer ... Biandra doesn't have any of that yet, there's not even a bed of her own, is there?"

Bian knew Amara would not argue, and the woman's faint nod made Bian grin triumphantly. Then, he eagerly got down and circled the car to help Amara and carried Biandra.

Shortly thereafter Amara's facial expression turned radiant when entering the department that specifically sells baby— needs as if he had just been taken to the palace where he could have fun in it.

At first Amara hesitated when Bian brought himself there, but when in front of him there were various adorable baby needs— for a moment Amara forgot that he and Bian had just had a big fight.

However, the first item Bian picked up was a stroller and a soft-haired baby blanket. Bian did not even care about the reaction of some salesmen who smiled amusedly when he stripped the bandrol with a barcode in the stroller and blanket, then gave it to the salesman.

Then, then he laid the baby's little body and covered it, because he did not want to make Amara tired by holding Biandra— while they chose other baby equipment.

While pushing the pram, a small smiling Bian observed Amara as they entered the baby clothes section.

"What is the blue yellow?" amara asked as she lifted the two dresses and showed them to Bian.

"Take both if you like" said Bian happily, then glanced at the pink baby dress with the same shape and model that Amara showed. "That pink is good too."

"But I don't like pink" Amara replied, raising her shoulders.

"Can make is not you, Mother .. but Biandra," commented Bian carefully. "What you don't like, doesn't mean it won't be good to use Biandra, right?"

Amara smiled stiffly, then nodded confirming what Bian said.

"So bagusan pink, blue, what kun—"

"I said take everything that you think is good, honey," said Bian hurriedly as Amara seemed to be glued to a moment— as if calculating the numbers listed on the bandrol.

So, Bian immediately snatched what Amara had just held and handed it to the other salespeople who were still following them. Similarly, he did next when Amara chose other needs, even to the smallest toy.

Maybe Amara also forgot a moment ago he commented on the idea of Bian wanting to find a toy for Biandra.

In fact, Amara himself dark eyes when looking at objects there is intended specifically for babies. Especially when Amara found out that her daughter did not have the things that Bian now bought.

While pregnant and thinking she was just a single parent, Amara only bought clothes and baby needs as necessary. Not that she was stingy on her own baby, but all that she did was know she had to save on expenses and save savings for provisions after she gave birth.

So, when Amara was able to buy what she previously wanted for Biandra— like most other parents who were able to meet the needs of her first daughter, of course it became an incredible consolation.

In fact, if when he came out of the villa he felt too tired even just to talk, it seems that this does not apply at this time. Especially because it was the first experience for Amara to be able to buy baby— needs without having to calculate how much money will be spent.

After feeling enough with what he chose, they went to the payment counter. Only then did Amara see how much stuff they were buying. Starting from a cot made of white wood with mosquito nets, baby walkers, baby swings, bathtub, mattress, toys, and everything ***** whimper up to baby hairpins that are the size of a safety pin.

Amara knew that the large baby bed was indeed packed in a box and needed to be assembled when they were at home. However, that is not what Amara's mind at this time, but seeing the long receipt of groceries in the out of the cash register, it makes Amara think that the goods they buy are too much.

Amara turned and looked up at Bian. "Will we go home with this much stuff? Will this be enough in your car? How come people want to move, huh? I don't think I'm gonna be this much."

Bian raised an eyebrow when he saw the look of regret emanating from Amara's eyes. Then, he gently rubbed the top of Amara's head while saying, "You think this is too much of it. Don't think what you shouldn't think. Let my employees come here later to bring the stuff home."

It seems that the remark made Amara satisfied, but when he heard the cashier mention the nominal price of the purchase, Amara had a little trouble breathing for a while.

So, he only observed Bian giving the card to the cashier, who then swiped the card into the electronic data capture— EDC machine before the man finally entered the pin.

After completing the payment transaction and Bian again pushed the baby carriage, Amara suddenly said with a regretful mutter, "Sorry, huh?"

Bian was a little surprised to hear Amara's words, then he looked at Amara in surprise as he asked, "What is there to forgive, Ra?"

"Your money abis a lot," muttered Amara as she lowered her head while they exited the area where the baby needed to be.

Bian was a little unhappy to hear Amara's words, but Bian's tone remained calm when he said, "You're talking like I'm not Biandra's father. Did I ever count, did I, same as you?"

"Not that," replied Amara stiffly. "But justan—"

"Don't talk about money, ah ..," Bian said hurriedly. "Make your own child no harm, right? It's also the first time I've bought anything for my son."

Then Amara did not comment again on Bian's remarks. However, as they passed through the area selling women's clothes and necessities, Bian suddenly said, "Bundanya Biandra doesn't want to buy anything?"