The Suffering of the Wife I Divorced

Chapter 24

"Why the hell does maksa keep going? Said no appetite, yes no lust, time must be forced as gini anyway?"

"You from yesterday only ate a mochi grain, malemnya eat a mouthful of porridge. Milk is not drunk, now eat a new mouthful already said full? Kasian or the same yourself if you do not continue lust."

"It's hard, it's not coming in." Amara persisted and avoided Bian who was still trying to bribe him. "Say I've said many times that I'm not hungry. You want to eat, you eat there."

Bian placed the spoon on a plate that was still full of fried rice, then stored it on the table.

Just so that Amara would eat breakfast, Bian had tried to persuade in various ways, but it seems that the woman is currently too difficult to compromise.

"What do you want to eat if you don't want to eat this?" Bian still kept his voice as calm as possible.

"It's not about the food, I don't want to eat! You don't understand time either? I told you, if I'm hungry, I'll get my own food."

Bian exhaled heavily, then pinched Amara's chin and looked at her fixedly. "Drink the milk, huh?"

"Again there, I would drink if I wanted to" said Amara, gulping with difficulty, then parried Bian's hand and tried to avoid the man's gaze.

In fact, for hours, the glass of milk and the various foods and fruits on the table remained intact.

Not only did not want to eat or drink what Bian provided, everything available on the table was not even looked at in the slightest.

Amara herself felt inexhaustible, considering that she had never had trouble eating before. As time passed and Amara's appetite and concentration decreased, the Biandra began to fuss as the resulting asi was much reduced.

That clearly adds to Amara's long list of anxieties and fears about not being able to give her what her daughter should be getting.

Later, Amara gives up and agrees to Bian's idea of giving her more formula than ever before. However, it only aggravates Amara's emotional condition.

Although he was forced to swallow food and vitamin intake, but his poor psychic condition seemed to affect the production of breast milk that could be produced.

The more days, Amara is getting depressed with the condition. He was even dragged into an uncontrollable alien emotional vortex and made himself restless all the time.

Since Amara lived in the villa and her status with Bian changed back to husband and wife, every day she often received special attention and treatment from Bian.

However, the sudden change made Amara feel alien to herself. From childhood, Amara was used to serving, not being served in such a way. So, instead of being able to receive Bian's attention, Amara became increasingly discouraged.

Especially because Bian is more skilled in taking care of Biandra. And it succeeded in causing Amara's distrust. At one time, Amara found herself feeling like a useless and incompetent person.

These feelings make the woman more often close herself, confine themselves in the room, even to the point Amara difficulty to concentrate during communication with Bian.

It's been a week since Amara was there, Bian realized his wife's condition was getting worse. At one time, he found Amara crying, in the next second, the woman laughed and could not be spoken to.

The condition was made worse when Amara began not wanting to touch Biandra. In fact, when Biandra cried because of her wet diaper or thirst, Amara actually closed her ears, even running away as if the cry of Biandra was a very terrible thing.

However, everything changed when that morning Bian had just finished his bath and found Amara hugging a lump of clothes, cradling the clothes while pacing around by the window.

"What the hell are you doing, Ra?" bian asked softly as he passed the clothes off the top of his head, then looked towards the baby box.

Bian was surprised when he did not see Biandra's whereabouts on his bed, then turned to Amara.

"Where's the Biandra, Ra?" Bian could even hear his voice slightly high.

Bian was more surprised when he saw Amara's reaction who tiredly said, "Don't be noisy, Biandra bertaar again want to bobo."

"Ra! Don't joke, which Biandra?" Bian let out a surprised cry and immediately ran out of the room looking for Biandra's whereabouts, overwhelmed with panic and overwhelmingly chaotic feelings, thinking of Amara's already unnatural attitude.

Screeching Bian as if dragging Amara back into consciousness, he lowered his head and found that what he had been carrying was not his daughter, but a pile of dirty clothes that he would initially store in the laundry basket.

Amara jumped up in shock and suddenly threw the clothes she hugged, then ran out of the room in panic following Bian, looking for the whereabouts of Biandra— and she could not remember where she put Biandra.

"I forgot where Nyimpen Biandra is."

The fear in Amara's voice made Bian furious, but he still controlled himself not to reprimand Amara, concentrated on opening every room door, and did not find the whereabouts of his daughter.

"What are you, Ra? Biandra's not an item, not a— thing"

Bian did not finish his words when he remembered that the last thing Amara hugged was dirty clothes. Finally Bian ran down to the bottom floor, and turned to the kitchen to the washing place on the back porch.

When he had just opened the outside door, Bian could not help but be surprised to see Biandra in a dirty laundry basket placed next to the washing machine.

Emotional turmoil bubbled in Bian's heart as he lifted Biandra from the basket, hugging her tightly. Bian's body trembled slightly, unable to imagine what would happen to the next Biandra if Amara continued to behave strangely.

Bian had just turned around in a state of extreme emotional turmoil until his eyes turned red, but when he saw Amara fall in the kitchen doorway sobbing, Bian knew it was not the time to get angry.

All he knows is something's wrong with Amara. While carrying Biandra in an embrace, Bian took a tired breath, walked over to Amara and crouched down by her side.

"Ra," Bian said as he touched Amara's shoulder, which sank her face between her knees. The woman's body trembled, while her stuffing grew increasingly uncontrollable. "Darling, why are you being such a gini?"

When Amara was still unmoved, Bian slipped one palm and tried to lift Amara's face.

Really, Bian did not understand what happened to his wife when the woman said with sobbing, "I'm a useless mother, huh? No becus, huh? I should have died that time just let you be the same Biandra—"

Amara's words were interrupted when Bian pulled her into a hug and kissed her face. Bian didn't know whose tears were wetting his cheeks. Maybe it was Amara's tears, or maybe his own tears when he realized his wife's psychiatric condition was a little disturbed.