The Suffering of the Wife I Divorced

Chapter 19

Amara's silence along the way managed to make Bian agitated and go awry. Or, rather, feel guilty.

Not without reason, but after his anger was under control, Bian realized that he should not scold Amara— especially after the woman was publicly humiliated.

Repeatedly Bian tried to ask a few questions, hoping to break the terrible silence that rippled in the car.

If previously Bian was always upset to find the insolent swearings that Amara often throws, but when the situation like this, bian had to admit that he would rather see Amara outraged than mute a thousand languages.

Especially because Bian knew that Amara was trying hard to hide her condition that seemed so hard hit. The woman focused entirely on Biandra.

Although occasionally Bian saw Amara trying to smile while stroking Biandra, but he knew very well that the smile engraved on his lips was too forced.

When an hour later they arrived at one of Bian's villas, Amara was heard exhaling a long breath— indicating that the woman was relieved that Bian did not bring her to the villa this afternoon.

Bian shut off the engine and got out, then helped Amara get out of the car and guided the woman into a two-story building dominated by bright yellow paint.

"This is still villa Om too?" amara asked as Bian pushed the door open in black coils.

Bian knew, Amara's question was only a mere pleasantry, which even the woman's voice sounded very forced. Nevertheless, Bian still tried to respond to the question casually.

"Yes," Bian replied briefly, then looked at Amara and explained, "There are two rooms upstairs, two rooms downstairs. You slept in the upper room—"

"Under aja," said Amara hurriedly. "Ribet goes up and down the stairs."

"On top of that, let's make you more comfortable. In addition to not be disturbed if my workers want to whistle the villa, in the upper room there is a balcony whose view is good, which will make you comfortable if you take the Biandra sunbathing early in the morning, in the morning, and the room was wider. So I can install the Biandra bed in the room that you place—"

"Tomorrow I'll go home, right?" concluded Amara with faint furrowed eyebrows. "Ngapain bothered having to assemble a Biandra bed?"

Amara's words succeeded in making Bian speech silent, as if just made aware of their status as not husband and wife.

Bian gulped with difficulty, then nodded and finally resigned to lead Amara to one of the rooms downstairs.

Opening the door and guiding Amara in, Bian explained, "If you want to take a shower, the clean towel is on the bathroom shelf. If you need anything, I'm in the next room, the door I'm just here to worry about not being horrified if Biandra wakes up in the middle of the mall."

"If you want to sleep, then go to bed" Amara said as she walked to the large bed, then laid Biandra carefully on a bed of white sheets. "Malem this Biandra let's drink ASI alone. So you do not have to bother waking up just to make milky—"

"What's the recipe anyway?" bian grumbled a little displeased when he denied Amara's words. "Your habit is to talk like it as good as your own way."

Bian put some grocery bags containing clothes and the needs of Amara and Biandra they just bought.

Apart from the events not wearing all day, but Bian should be grateful, because finally the incident made Amara himself decided to be willing to go home to his villa.

Especially because Bian did not need to bother or argue first to invite Amara to the villa, a very rare thing— considering the woman was quite stubborn.

Amara had no intention of responding to Bian's argument, but she turned her head and looked at Bian as she muttered softly, "I want to take a bath, you don't go out. Take care of Biandra for a second, will you?"

When Bian just nodded, Amara walked over and took out a set of pajamas from the grocery bag and immediately rushed to the bathroom.

After closing the door behind her, Amara cried sobbing, expressing all the emotions she had tried to suppress since.

It's a lie that Amara hasn't been hit with what's happened in the last twelve hours.

He could not deny that today was the toughest day for Amara. After passing the incident of not wearing because Biandra was taken away, Amara was a little comforted when Bian tried to pamper Bianda— even though it was not a consolation that he should be proud of.

Especially since Biandra was indeed worthy of attention from her own father, considering that the child never once got a soft caress when conceived — as do most fathers who proudly look forward to the presence of the prospective baby.

'What is my question, Amara, who wants the man to marry?'

Bian's words last day seemed to be buzzing in Amara's ears again, especially when he remembered how Zack's expression when he heard Chandra's confession about 'night woman'.

'The romance of the meek girl he had known in the past, or the other side of an Amara that you hid from everyone?'

'I'm sure you're not really open about who you are...'

'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...'

Amara laughed bitterly in her talk, considering how foolish she had once thought that Zack would not sniff out the carcass she was trying to seal.

Should Amara realize, he decided Zack because he realized he was not a 'holy girl'— who would obviously not be worthy of a match with a man like Zack.

Now, it is not the potential for her marriage to Zack that makes Amara feel devastated, but because of the speech Chandra made Amara incredibly painful.

'Not knowing him again, I booked him a few months ago.'

'I swear to death I've slept with him!'

'She didn't complain that she wasn't a good woman like you said.'

'Well, it's amazing that you've taken Amara.'

'Your wife's romance? Her husband's? Or one of the men who had already bent their knees after sleeping with Amara ...'

Amara did not know why her crying could not be stopped. I don't know how strong he got rid of every sharp speech that kept crowding in his brain, but his efforts still failed.

Amara's tears are getting worse. Whether it was because of the shampoo foam that flowed into his eyes when he rinsed his hair under the shower, or because his heart is currently too sore— until his tears just came out. As if representing the heart of Amara, who was too much stockpiling disappointment and pain that he could not overflow in the form of words.

The only thing he was aware of from the events of today was, no matter how powerful he tried to make an effort to correct his darkest past, it was not, it does not produce any changes— nothing changes in the least.

The stigma of the 'night woman' remains attached to Amara, and it makes her soar in silence, hoping the whole world can hear that she never 'orders' to carry on an extraordinarily bitter life.