The Suffering of the Wife I Divorced

Chapter 21

"Biandra!"

Amara was shocked from her sleep when she did not find her baby next to her. In fact, he did not realize that he was in a different room from last night.

The first thing Amara remembered in her mind was that she had only been able to fall asleep in Bian's arms when she heard the dawn slurping, and his condition is still nifas clearly does not allow him to perform dawn prayers.

He did not know what time it was now— considering the sunlight seemed to be trying to penetrate the young gray curtain dangling on the window.

After not finding any sign of Biandra or Bian in the room, Amara rushed to press the door lever and pulled it wide open. It was only then that Amara realized that she was sleeping in an upstairs— room even though she could not remember the slightest moment when she moved into that room.

Enveloped in a tremendous panic because he did not find Bian in the middle of such a large room, he overheard the conversation accompanied by the laughter of a woman and a small child from downstairs.

"Try his Biandra sleep on Alif's thigh."

"Please first, ah .. You don't like that. You haven't changed her clothes yet."

"It's beautiful that Alif wants to carry Biandra."

The alif?

Amara's panic multiplied when she remembered that it was the name of Fabian's son. With consciousness still not fully recovered, Amara walked half-run towards the stairs.

While descending the steps hurriedly, Amara began to see a shoulder-haired woman and a little boy sitting on a thick rug, near the living room. Of course Biandra was among them.

The position of the woman who turned her back towards the stairs made Amara unable to see what the figure of the woman was like. The existence of the little boy that Amara believes to be Alif, it makes him guess that the woman with him is likely to be Alif's mother.

"Don't you dare hold my son!" Amara gave a frantic shriek and hurriedly ran when it was thought that the woman was likely Yuanita— Bian's first wife.

Without seeing how Alif's reaction immediately jumped in shock at the woman beside him, Amara hurriedly bowed and grabbed Biandra, who had not even finished wrapped in a cloth bag.

The woman looked at Amara in surprise, especially upon seeing the alert reaction as uAmara rushed away from them.

"Amara ...," Finally the woman muttered and managed to make Amara look at her face.

Without removing the slightest bit of caution, Amara scanned the face of the pointy-nosed woman. It looked familiar, but he clearly did not recognize who the woman was.

"Remara," said the woman once again hesitantly. He still locked onto Amara's eyes, which clearly looked at him with full vigilance, even seeming very suspicious.

"I'm Mirna, Fabian's sister," the woman continued, patting Alif on the shoulder, who was now sitting on her lap. "This is Alif, Fabian's son. We just play with Biandra, so we deliberately came here from—"

"Where's Bian?" amara said in a high tone, trying to believe the woman's words.

Amara did not even realize her attitude was very disrespectful, perhaps due to the fear and panic of waking up without finding Biandra by her side.

Especially since yesterday he had just gone through a tough day when Bian took Biandra away. And without Amara realizing it, it apparently created a fear of its own, about the possibility of someone who would take Biandra from him— no matter if that person was Bian himself.

So, when he saw Biandra with a stranger, it was no wonder that he behaved like a lioness, who was ready to pounce on his prey if he dared to take Biandra from him.

"There's more business, but he's coming. It was from the morning because he left," said Mirna, trying to fold her displeasure because Amara seemed so cynical and disrespectful.

There is not the slightest sign that Amara is a gentle woman, as Bian described yesterday when he brought Biandra to his house.

"Keep you dare to take Biandra when I sleep?" amara asked rudely, her chest slightly rumbling at the thought of how presumptuous the person would be if she dared to do so.

"No," denied Mirna with gloomy furrowed brows. Mirna and Alif had been there since five in the morning, it was because Bian told them to come to the villa. "So my sister left at half-six. He took Biandra and nitipin to me, for fear that the boy would cry and build you up."

Amara gulped with difficulty after hearing Mirna's explanation. However, it still did not reduce the panic in Amara. In fact, the foreign emotions bursting in his heart made him even more agitated— was filled with fear that was becoming increasingly so.

The only thing that was currently crowding Amara's mind was that no one should take the Biandra from her. And he would do anything to protect Biandra, and keep the boy with her.

Amara saw Mirna and Alif at a glance, still with a probing gaze. His heart thump seemed to beat uncontrollably, overwhelmed with fear, annoyance, annoyance, and anxiety, as well as hesitancy to trust strangers.

For a while, Amara had a little trouble breathing that felt only up in the esophagus.

Regardless of whether her attitude was a bit outrageous, Amara went upstairs, and occasionally she turned her head in alarm— worried that the strangers would follow her.

Upon arriving upstairs, Amara went straight into the room and locked the door. Then he exhaled a long breath, and slightly managed to reduce the panic that had been shrouding his soul ever since.

The next second, Amara realized that at the end of the large bed was installed a crib that Bian bought for Biandra last night. A fine-grained white mosquito net surrounds the top of the cot, matching the color of the bed.

Still holding her baby so tightly, Amara stepped up, then turned her head and found a set of small foam mattresses with sprays and pink pillowcases were attached there, and he didn't know when Bian would assemble the cot for Biandra.

Amara was still observing and circulating her gaze around the room, then realized the existence of an open stacking cabinet beside the bed.

In addition to three packs of new born diapers in addition to a pile of wet and dry wipes, between the partitions there are also several small cribs containing the needs of Biandra, ranging from baby powder, telon oil, olive oil, olive oil, and parfume— from various brands, baby-only toiletries are stored separately in another box.

I don't know when and who has tidied up the goods that they just bought last night.

Amara still circled around the room when she heard a knock on the door, accompanied by the sound of a strange man baritone saying with a little worry, "Amara, why is the door locked? You're okay, aren't you, honey? Open the door, Ra."

So, Amara walked hurriedly towards the door. Carrying Biandra between the folds of her left arm, she turned the key and pressed the lever, then pulled the door open.

"Where are you from? Why give Biandra to someone else?" amara grumbled when she found Bian standing in front of her.

Amara may not realize her eyes are so swollen, even her face looks a little bad— as bad as her voice is very hoarse. However, he could feel that his eyelids were indeed heavy.

"Why did you wake up again? It's only nine o'clock in the morning, you lack rest, Ra." Bian did not intend to answer Amara's question, he was worried about Amara's condition which seemed chaotic.

"Where are you from?" Amara repeated her question with a slight annoyance. "Why don't you wake me up if you want to go, and instead nitipin Biandra to someone else?"

"From your house, find your father and invite him to go to the penghulu. Ijab qabul again. Meet Zack's family, and talk so he doesn't bother you anymore, because you and I. We're husband and wife again."

"Huh?" Amara screamed in surprise. "You crazy? How could I marry you like that again?"

"Sorry." Bian raises his shoulders. "Compromising is just as hard, so I'll use it again. Don't be mad."

"Don't get mad? Pinch you!" Amara felt suffocated, and she looked at Bian inexhaustibly. "You why always make decisions on the side as you like anyway? Marry me by being deceived, please see me as you like, continue now refer also without my consent? Am I not worth that much until you have to marry me like that?"

"Especially because you are too valuable. That's why I don't want to lose you again. Sorry, I mean you again. For Biandra's sake, don't get mad, okay?"