The Suffering of the Wife I Divorced

Chapter 20

The little cry of Biandra heard from the room managed to break Amara's daydream. He rushed to dry the body with a towel, then put on maroon cotton pajamas in a quick motion.

Without thinking much, Amara immediately pulled the door open and walked towards Biandra who was being pushed over in Bian's arms.

"Uh, the mother's son ... Over time, yes, the wait?"

Amara was not aware that the voice spoken from her lips sounded so nasal, and it managed to attract the attention of Bian who immediately looked at Amara who was still blushing.

While handing Biandra over to Amara, Bian tries to find Amara's eyes that try to avoid her gaze.

"Why cry?" bian asked, trying to follow Amara who was sitting on the edge of the bed and began to open the top two buttons of his pajamas.

"I'm the same Biandra's going to sleep." Amara did not intend to respond to Bian's question, she actually tried to avoid the man by saying, "Udah is almost half ten. You also need to rest. I'm fucking up."

Bian looked at Amara who was carrying Biandra lying down, then carefully the woman spouted next to pay*dara and pointed at the princess' tiny lips.

Bian was a little agitated to leave Amara. But the woman seems to be right. Amara and Biandra need rest, and she can't stay there.

"The door doesn't need to be closed, does it, Ra?" bian said finally helplessly. "If there's anything you call me."

Amara just nodded and tried to close her eyes while hugging Biandra who is now sucking her ASI. However, after she heard Bian's footsteps coming out of the room, Amara's eyes opened again.

In fact, he could never fall asleep. The night, the more directionless his mind. Various rampages terrorize sadistic head fill Amara.

Especially when the look of disdain emanated from Niken's face which was clearly an expression of ridicule— right after hearing what Chandra said about those who had slept together.

The shadow makes Amara more agitated, worried that tomorrow morning Niken will gossip in the washing pool in front of Amara's parents' house.

No matter how strong Amara tried to fall asleep, the fact was that she could only flip her body on the bed.

Amara knew, the burden on her mind right now was, how heartbroken would Amara's parents be if they knew what she was doing behind their back?

Once again Amara's tears poured out uncontrollably, considering how rotten she had been.

No different from Amara who can not fall asleep, as well as what happened to Bian. After he took a shower and spent the last few hours on the villa— terrace accompanied by several cigarettes that he had smoked, drowsiness did not appear even though now time showed at two in the morning.

Amara's eyes were flushed red after coming out of the bathroom, which clearly showed Amara crying again. For some reason, seeing Amara continue to grieve always managed to make Bian's heartburn feel pierced.

Especially when Amara's remark last afternoon came back in his ear, which said, 'I want to marry Zack, because obviously my status is a widow, not a girl who is not 'holy'. We didn't see each other while I was pregnant, and Zack offered to be a surrogate father to my son ...'

Bian was pensive, staring blankly at the sparkle of the pool water that reflected the light of the orange garden light.

If she hadn't divorced Amara and found out that she was pregnant, maybe Amara wouldn't have tried to give a whole family to Biandra— by accepting the man's proposal?

Simply by thinking about the idea, Bian managed to realize that he was the one who was too sadistic to Amara, he said, for letting the woman try to give happiness to her daughter alone— where Bian should be the first person to make Biandra happy, her first child.

Bian took a deep breath and got up from the chair, then walked in and settled into Amara's room where the door was left open.

When Bian stood in the doorway, he was stunned to see Amara's shoulder seemed to vibrate— accompanied by a mouthful of grief that managed to cut Bian's heart. Without much thought, Bian galloped over to the bed and touched Amara's shoulder.

The woman looked a little tense, as if trying to stop her crying, but her efforts failed because what happened was precisely her sobbing held tightness. Finally Bian lay down and hugged Amara from behind while kissing the top of the woman's head.

"Sleep, honey," whispered Bian quietly. "You're tired today."

Amara made no attempt to rebel, because she knew her efforts would be in vain. Especially when it felt Bian getting tighter and tighter hugging her.

"I .. I can't sleep" Amara said amid her stuffing.

Then Bian turned Amara to face him, then mute for a while when he saw Amara's entire face wet and reddened. Maybe she's been crying since Bian came out a few hours ago.

Bian wiped Amara's tears with his fingers as he said softly, "Why? What makes you unable to sleep?"

"I'm afraid," complained Amara as if finding a place of contention.

Bian pulled out some tissue next to Biandra's little pillow, then brushed Amara's nose.

"What is afraid of?" ask Bian again. "Still worried Niken will gosipin you? I was just saying, later I will explain to your father with your mother."

"Yesterday afternoon when I .. a-I want to come here," said Amara faltering. "A Risman came to my father's house. I'm afraid he'll be horrified if I digress, I'm afraid he'll be—"

Amara did not finish her sentence, she turned her back on Bian— thinking nothing would change if she told Bian about her older brother.

"Ra," whispered Bian who again grabbed Amara tighter. "What can I do for you, Ra?"

"No idea!" Amara's voice sounded desperate. "I'm just afraid my brother would be afraid that I'd be a whore. When I was in fifth grade I was beaten with my brother because he accidentally made his shirt loose jeans. Now, I don't know—"

"Sstt .. You're just too tired today" whispered Bian, trying to calm down. "Your mind is not bad. You need a break, honey."