The Suffering of the Wife I Divorced

Chapter 23

When Bian came out of the room and led Alif down the stairs, Amara was not happy to see that.

Amara slammed the door shut, wondering how Bian could show off his attention and affection for Alif in front of him and Biandra.

For the sake of a policy that might make the emotions of the mother less complicated, finally Biandra chose not to talk when her father went with Alif.

In fact, Biandra did not squirm a bit from the warm lap of the Bunda— even though she felt the emotional of her mother seemed bubbling and ready to explode.

Amara stood pacing back and forth in the room, with unfamiliar emotions that she had never felt before. Angry, jealous, afraid, upset, sad, empty, feeling alienated, alone, and discouraged— all feel collaborated, being the perfect composition that makes the morning extraordinarily chaotic.

Bian let out a deep breath when he heard the door dam so tight, and made Alif aghast by surprise as they walked down the stairs.

"Pa, the old man was getting angry all the time from this morning?"

Alif's question managed to grab Bian's attention from thinking about Amara's emotions that did seem to explode since he arrived.

Before Bian could answer, Alif innocently added, "So also when Papa has not come, the mother was scolded fitting again change clothes Biandra abis bath. Keep directly taken to the room. Alif still wants to be the same as Biandra. Papa's yesterday was just a moment to take him to Mom's house."

Although Bian knew that Alif was always honest, but of course he could not take for granted what Alif complained about Amara's attitude.

However, Bian remembers very well how Amara was gentle when dealing with small children, when they were just getting married.

And Bian never forgets that Amara even let someone else's child call her 'Mother'.

Since the first time she met Amara again when the woman gave birth, she could not deny that the woman was indeed often blindly venting her anger.

However, Bian was convinced there were too many factors that made Amara change that way. Although the household is only a short walk, but it is not difficult for Bian to believe that Amara is not a hard-hearted woman.

So, upon hearing Alif's complaint, Bian could only gently explain to his son that Amara never intended to be rude to Mirna.

Alif nodded in understanding hearing Bian's explanation.

When they reached the bottom of the stairs, Alif again said, "Alif can go here no, Pa? Papa hasn't slept with Alif in a long time."

Bian did not immediately answer, and a little bit wrong to see the glare of Alif. Since he divorced Yuanita and brought Alif to live with Mirna, Bian never once left Alif.

He had spent a few days with Amara and Biandra, but he still remembered Amara saying, 'Emang yes, 'have you never been fair? You used to give me a little time. Now ... My son wants to do the same? You have to give up because your time is up for Alif!'

After pondering what to do, Bian softly said, "Tomorrow the morning school Alif. Distance from here to the distance school, you will be late to school. Next week if the new holiday sleeps with Papa, huh?"

When Alif's innocent face looked a little gloomy, Bian added, "In the house of Mother there is tea Thia, there is mamang, who can nemenin you play. There too you are more to take care of Mother. Biandra here no one urusin, Mother Biandra still sick, fear Papa can not even pick you up school."

Luckily Alif quite understood Bian's explanation which was spoken slowly. Bian pulled up the chair at the dining table and let Alif sit down, then turned to Mirna who had just appeared while carrying the two steaming dishes of fried rice.

"Where's Amara made, Na?" bian asked as his older sister placed one of the dishes filled with fried rice in front of Alif.

As Bian walked into the kitchen to prepare breakfast for Amara, Mirna suddenly said with a slight annoyance, as if venting her irritation after being yelled at by Amara. "You're a habit, willingly enslaved to women. Lying again the same new woman knows the taste of ntar! Women are not polite like that, could still be treated like a queen."

"Be careful when you talk!" reprimand Bian coldly "He just menggahirin. And the one he was born to was my son. You yourself just carefree a little already spoiled, do not have to nyinyir so be a person!"

"Dih, I am spoiled as well as the late mama papa doang. Not enslaving the husband of that kayak," Mirna grumbled as she grabbed a plate of fried rice that Bian had ignored, then sat down beside Alif and began to devour him.

"That's because your husband doesn't exist!" chirp Bian is upset. "She's my wife, you don't have to comment like this, Na. Gatel shits it."

Mirna choked until she coughed at Bian's words. After a while, he could only comment, "When is marriage the same to him? Come here to say she's not your wife?"

"So morning," said Bian from the kitchen while pouring a plate of fried rice from a frying pan complete with beef-eye eggs.

Then brew a special glass of milk for nursing mothers, and put it on a tray with a glass of warm water, as well as a plate containing pieces of melon and papaya.

And Bian didn't know why he wanted to rush back upstairs, not until he left Amara alone there for too long.

As Bian walked at a brisk pace carrying a tray of Amara's breakfast, Mirna again said, "Don't you guys bring breakfast?"

"Both plate with wife." Bian laughed wickedly while exploring the stairs, laughing at Mirna who again choked to hear his words.

Bian pressed the door lever, then exhaled heavily upon realizing that Amara had once again locked the room door.

"Ra, open the door," Bian said after knocking on the door. "Don't be locked, you yourself are bothered to go back and forth to unlock."

Then, the door opened, and Amara's facial expression got worse than the one she saw before going down to take breakfast.

"You'll have breakfast with your beloved son instead of me and Biandra!" sindir Amara who immediately turned around and returned to fight the Biandra.

Previously, Bian might have been able to reply to Amara's cynical remarks sharply. However, now, after knowing more about how Amara was needed by her family, it felt to say in a high tone even she could not bear.

In addition, from the sentence Amara spoke, Bian could catch the tone of jealousy in the woman's voice.

Thinking about Amara being even jealous of a child, there was a sense of warmth that crawled over Bian's heart. At least, she knew that Amara would not be jealous if she did not have any feelings for him.

"I want to have breakfast with my beloved son" Bian said as he put breakfast on the short table. "Bareng beloved wife too."

Amara's hand stopped moving from wrapping the cloth at Biandra's feet, then turned her head and found Bian pursing his lips in a kiss.

"Morning is not sane!" amara's comments turned back Bian's face.

Bian chuckled as he sat on the edge of the bed, leaning on Biandra, blocking what his wife was doing.

"Your mother made me crazy early in the morning, didn't you, Bi?"