The Suffering of the Wife I Divorced

Chapter 17

Although Amara rejected Bian's idea of buying her clothes and various needs, but the man still walked into the area of women's needs while pushing the baby carriage— and left Amara alone standing dumbfounded.

So, inevitably Amara stomped her feet while grumbling, "Yes wait!"

Grinning in satisfaction, Bian paused for a moment and turned around while extending a hand to Amara.

"Well, that's dong, don't jaim-jaim it's the same me," seduced Bian with a ignorant grin.

Then Amara did not fend off Bian's hand when the man holding Amara—'s hand squeezed his fingers as if he was holding a small child who was worried about getting lost among the passing crowd.

In the past, Bian had never been around in a shopping center with his wife and children— Yuanita and Alif. The last thing she did was a year ago, before they divorced on the same day she divorced Amara.

However, Bian knew, the experience was and now is very much different, of course. In the past, his harmony with Yanti was definitely not his will.

Now, just by spending time with Amara and Biandra after they separated for the past few months, it certainly makes Bian feel like he is traveling in a dream world, and he didn't want this dream to end too soon.

That is the reason why Bian forced Amara to shop and buy her necessities, because she still wanted to linger with Biandra and Amara— even though her status was no longer as husband and wife as before.

Amara circulated the view on a row of hanging clothes, which were limited to partitions for each brand and model. In the past, Amara was happy to wear tight jeans and a simple T-shirt or blouse, or a tunic under the knee if she wanted to wear a hijab.

However, since pregnancy and her body became stretched, Amara found herself more comfortable wearing loose clothing, especially long dresses at home or even negligent.

As a normal woman who is obviously young, sometimes Amara also wants to look fashionable without reducing the value of modesty in dress, but unfortunately after giving birth, Amara also wants to look fashionable without reducing the value of modesty in dress, the clothes he had now no longer fit on his body.

Maybe he has to exercise a lot or maintain a diet. However, at this time Amara thought it might not hurt to also accept Bian's offer to buy new clothes.

After all, when she was her husband, Bian had never bought her new clothes, right? Thinking of the idea made Amara grin evil when she saw the expensive clothing brands that had stolen her attention from the beginning.

"I want that one, Om," said Amara without much thought and pointed to the dangling light blue dress that was displayed on the mannequin.

As Bian followed Amara's line of sight, she showed him another row of clothes, adding, "Pants of jeans too."

"Yes take it," said Bian lightly, then put his head to the salesman who greeted them. "Request the appropriate size, keep trying."

"But the same nightgown as well" said Amara with a stiff smile. Before Bian could comment, Amara again added, "The same top shirt as well, huh?"

"Take everything you want, honey." Those words just slid from Bian's lips with a pampering voice and demeanor.

Then, Bian circulated his gaze around, thinking there were other items that Amara might have missed.

When Bian's gaze was fixed on the area selling underwear, he turned back to Amara, and suddenly smiled ignorantly as he said, "Ra, buy that too ..."

Amara then followed where Bian rolled his eyes. As she realized what Bian was showing was transparent lingerie in bright red, Amara's cheeks suddenly instantly blushed and felt hot. She knew very well it was a cursed shirt that was certainly suitable for a wife to spoil her husband.

"What the hell!" amara grumbled while glaring at Bian, but she could not hide the shy hue that was emanating on her face.

Bian refrained from laughing out loud at Amara's slightly misbehaved reaction.

However, of course, he also did not want to make Amara embarrassed in front of the salesperson by discussing about the transparent lingerie — which is likely to fit in Amara's body.

Then a strange sensation suddenly crawled over Bian's body, especially when his mind was filled with shadows about the passionate nights he had spent with Amara.

Bian endured the choking laughter, realizing that he missed having sex with Amara very much. If he could always force his will to make Amara unable to refuse to make love to him, now the idea seems a little difficult.

"Om, I'll try on the shirt first, okay?" asked Amara after the saleswoman gave her the clothes in the size that Amara had asked for.

Amara's question manages to break Bian's daydream from thinking about making love to Amara.

When the only reaction Bian gave was a small nod, Amara added, "Just in case you run away with Biandra when I'm in the fitting room."

"No, no, Ra. I'm not that ridiculous either," Bian said with a tickled chuckle.

While Amara goes to try on her clothes, Bian decides to take a leisurely walk while babysitting Biandra. Then, when his gaze was fixed on the outlet that sold gold accessories and jewelry, again what Bian thought was the image of Amara who had never been seen wearing those objects.

Lying if the purpose of Bian to get there is only to invite Amara to spoil Biandra. In fact, pampering Amara and seeing her smile is also a joy in itself for Bian— considering that the woman has been pretty much hurt by her treatment.

Bian knew, I don't know how much money he could spend, maybe it will not be able to make up for the pain in the heart of Amara— and he does not intend to make the property he has as a transaction tool to heal a wound.

Nevertheless, Bian decided to keep galloping to the jewelry store— and then bought several sets of white gold accessories with seventeen-carat gold content.

He has no intention of giving it to Amara now, perhaps it will be a wedding gift for Amara and Zack— even though it's hard to imagine Amara hanging out with another man.

However, recalling Amara's despairing words a few hours ago as she said, 'I don't want to be hurt anymore. I'm tired. I want to be happy for a moment. You understand that?'

Perhaps it is true, Bian had to give the woman some leeway to choose her own version of happiness.

Bian did not linger in the store and went straight back to Amara who was likely done trying on her clothes. When Bian returns, Amara appears to be moping around when she sees herself and Biandra.

"Where the hell is it?" gerutu Amara who directly approached Bian and Biandra. "You're making me panic, you know?"

"Why? Afraid I won't show up when I pay for groceries?" goda Bian prank.

"No! I told you, you don't try to go take Biandra when I'm in the fitting room" said Amara gloomily. "What I'm really guessing is, you don't even have the time I finish nyobain—"

"I'm the same Biandra doesn't go anywhere, dear Amara" Bian said, trying to calm down when she saw Amara couldn't hide her panic. "His too worried too much kayak—"

"How not to worry, you just kidnapped Biandra this afternoon" protested Amara.

"Yes, yes .. sorry, I forgot." Bian's tone was a little helpless. Then he attempted to shift the subject by saying, "Does it fit his shirt?"

"Udah. You pay for it." Amara pursed her lips. "Now I'm hungry, I want to eat."

"A satisfied new shopping realize that you need to eat?" Bian repeated while chuckling amusedly. "What do you want to eat?"

Amara paused for a moment, thinking about what she wanted. "K*C was just what we passed downstairs," said Amara finally. "Let's not stop again on the way too, right? It's eight o'clock, I want a break. The Biandra must also have been the soybean from earlier carried around constantly."

So, they hurriedly went to the fast food restaurant after Bian completed the payment of what Amara had bought.

While Bian was ordering food, Amara walked towards the table in the corner of the room while pushing the baby carriage.

As he was just about to sit down, a familiar voice suddenly sounded, calling out, "Romance?"

Amara immediately turned to the direction of the voice, then realized that the person who called her was ....