The Suffering of the Wife I Divorced

Chapter 22

"For the Biandra, don't be mad, will you?"

In the end Bian always managed to make Amara's tongue. In fact, the man kept an ace belonging to Amara— a powerful weapon to make him unable to wiggle, Biandra— his little angel.

The last sentence Bian said made Amara laugh instantly, a hollow laugh. He kept laughing, an unstoppable laugh. His shoulders shook, and slowly Amara's laughter turned into a frenzy of grief until the tears began to pour out.

Bian cupped a palm on Amara's cheek, while one of his hands touched the woman's shoulder, trying to calm down.

However, Amara inched back from before Bian. Eroding the distance between them and staring at Bian in disappointment.

"Don't hold me" said Amara bitterly. "You used to always do that. After conspiring with the bank people who made me forced to be your mistress, that's what you do with me. You held me, hugged me, hoeed me, nawarin your shoulder until I was comfortable and felt flying …"

Amara looked at Bian with disappointment. He swallowed the blockage of the tears clumping in his throat with great difficulty.

Then I continued, "What finally? You jatohin me to the bottom of the abyss, without ever lashing out to help me get out of the abyss. Without you knowing how difficult it is for me to try to climb up from the abyss. The pain all over my body when you threw me into that abyss it still feels like there's—"

"Mara, I know you're still hurting" Bian said. "But now there is a future that we must—"

"Now what else are you planning to do with my marriage again secretly like this?" cut Amara perih. "You want to create a bittersweet scenario for my life? Dragging me back to your life, which you never really saw me in it?"

"Darling, that's not it. I swear." Bian lowered his voice while trying to step closer to Amara. "I love you, Ra. The affection grew even greater after you mengelahirin Biandra. I'm marrying you again because I just don't know how to keep you, take care of you both. Semalem you said afraid of being beaten by your brother, afraid that you will be angry if—"

"What does this have to do with my marriage?" tukas Amara is helpless. "What will make my sister not—"

"Yes!" sahut Bian, trying to convince. "With my position as your husband, my portion is more clear to your defense, Ra. You're a ghost yourself, isn't what the comment was by Zack when he attacked you like that? What are they asking? Who me? Who are you to me? I just don't want to cry like that in the future, so I'm making you my wife again, honey."

Amara looked at Bian elaborately, seeming to consider what the man said. For a while, Amara left their gazes locked, without a word. It was as if he was communicating in silence— even though actually the current Amara brain feels empty.

Actually, Bian did not intend to invite Amara to refer in such a way. However, when Bian arrived at Amara's parents' house at exactly seven in the morning, he heard a conversation between Amara's father and the man Bian believed to be Amara's sister Risman—.

And Bian kept thinking about how last night Amara was afraid of her brother's reaction, if she knew what Amara was hiding behind her family.

If Bian had not heard and seen firsthand how Risman behaved when talking to Amara's father, maybe Bian would have guessed what Amara had told him about her brother was just the woman's fear.

Bian's memory returned to the scene a few hours ago, just as he set foot on the porch of Amara's parents' home.

At that time, Bian did not come with his motorcycle which was abandoned yesterday in the Amara contract.

He came there driving a car with a driver, who then the worker went home carrying a Bian— motorbike because Amara's contract is currently empty.

After instructing Akew to bring some of Amara's belongings from his contract, Bian met Amara—'s parents to discuss the possibility that they had heard information not to wear from Niken, or anyone who met last night in a shopping mall.

It seems that everything Amara was worried about was true. The skewed gossip about Amara being a prostitute so quickly wafts into the ears of Amara's parents, not least Amara's older brother who happens to be there.

Although Bian came at the right time, just as Risman angrily said to Amara's parents, "That's because you've always taken the bengal. I told you the boy was unlucky from birth! Look how he always makes a disgrace in the family. Really should be taught that child!"

So, Bian held back his steps on the porch when he heard Sir Jonah say, "Worst of all Amara, he was a father. I don't want you to push him like that first. Don't macem-macem, kasian he just mingelirin, don't be made—"

"Yes, I'm having kids without husbands! Just how many months she had cerei, already nervous until pregnant out of wedlock. How many problems caused by the son of damit—"

"My father told me that Amara was not pregnant out of wedlock" Amara argued in a low voice. "He's married, Man, married. But the house is only for a moment. Si Amara asked for cerei from her husband, but she herself did not know that she was pregnant again. Do not hate the Neng. She tea ade you're the only one mother, you should be the jagai—"

"But he also made me die!" Risman's voice was heard rising. "He should be the one who died, not the mother!"

Bian was stunned to hear Mr. Amara's explanation. Not only did she now hear more clearly about what Amara had told her about her mother who died giving birth to her, but the two names were— Diman and Narti.

Bian attempts to brush aside the shadow of his late father-in-law, Yuanita's parents. Who he said died of suicide, after being suspected they suffered from mental disorders because often visited by subtle creatures.

It's not time for Bian to think about it. After all, it must have been decades ago, and he wasn't really sure about the names of those two people. Maybe it's just the same coincidence.

"Alah, continue to be father of Amara's belain. I've embarrassed the family in such a way, still behind!"

Risman's high voice made Bian unable to hold back any more, or hear more insults about Amara— which ironically the words were thrown from his own brother.

So, Bian immediately knocked on the door that was slightly open and said, "Assalamualaikum, Sir, Ma'am."

Although Bian said the sentence in a low and polite manner, but at a glance he scanned the figure of a young man who looked still so emotional.

At first he thought the man was as terrible as the insults made on Mr. Amara, but when he saw his figure who was much younger than Bian, he wanted to strangle the man for being rude.

And the thing that makes Bian's emotions feel turbulent is, of course, because the man keeps calling Amara the unlucky carrier. However, where might Bian attack Risman in front of pack Yunus — even though he really wants to do that.

"Waalaikumussalam," they answered in unison.

Amara's mother immediately got up from the carpet and welcomed Bian. Worry clearly colored the old woman's voice as she asked, "Ah, Nak Bian, what a coincidence you came. I've been anxious from yesterday back and forth to the contract. Si Neng Amara same mother's granddaughter where? They're home, aren't they?"

There was guilt in Bian's heart when he saw the look in the old woman's eyes that looked anxious. The actions of him yesterday who took Biandra away turned out to not only make Amara hurt, but obviously his parents also look very worried.

So, regretfully Bian said, "Mara is in my place, Ma'am, Mr ... Sorry, I just picked up and told you. But Amara is just as good at Biandra over there."

Of course Bian did not tell the truth that Amara did not want to go home, because it was too scared to face Amara's parents, especially his older brother— who actually has no impression or a terrible aura that deserves to be feared.

However, after knowing and witnessing this directly, Bian finally understood why Amara was so afraid of Risman. Bian could not imagine how hurt Amara would have been if he had always heard that his presence was never expected.

Therefore, Bian immediately made a decision on the side, without thinking about the consequences of Amara will be angry because he married her again in this way.

However, from that very second Bian was determined to take Amara away from her old life, and open a new page.

At that time, Bian just could not imagine how Amara could seem too stoic at her young age, while the older brother who was supposed to protect her, just attacked Amara mentally blindly.

Bian's daydreams broke when suddenly Alif's voice suddenly appeared on the doorstep of the room while exclaiming, "Papa, said Mother breakfast make ... emmh ..."

Alif hung up his sentence when he looked at Amara with a confused expression, not knowing what to call the woman who had come down with anger.

"Said mom breakfast for the Tetu want to be taken to the room what is it?" alif finally put on a face without sin, a little afraid when remembering how sharp look Amara when taking Biandra downstairs a few minutes ago.

Bian looked again at Amara who was still standing in front of him while fondling Biandra. She reached out her hand to gently wipe away the tears on Amara's cheek.

"Breakfast first, huh?" whispered soft Bian. "Alem you eat only a little. Want to have breakfast with my brother he's downstairs, is it here?"

"Lustless," said Amara in a choked voice. "You're going to eat there."

"Brought here, huh?" Bian smiled persuadingly.

As Amara nodded hesitantly, Bian rubbed Amara's head and lowered his head to kiss Biandra muttering, "Wait a minute, my angels."