The Suffering of the Wife I Divorced

Chapter 26

"You're asking to be kissed, Ra?"

It was not a question or a word asking for approval that Bian had thrown at Amara. Because in the next second, the man bowed and pressed his lips against Amara's.

At first, Bian just wanted to briefly kiss Amara's lips. However, he felt Amara's lips as soft and sweet as honey, automatically Bian's tongue moved tapping Amara's lips, asking the woman to give access so that she could explore Amara's lips more.

However, what happened was not the long kiss that Bian got from his wife. Amara, who has been preparing to wear a pashmina, in her hands is available a small safety pin ready to be pinned on her pashmin.

When he found Bian who suddenly kissed while hugging his waist tight, of course Amara was surprised not to play. He did not know where to put his hands, especially when Bian suddenly pressed until Amara's back hit the wall.

Amara tried to hold her hand and wrapped her hands around the man's neck. However, he forgot about the existence of the open safety pin in his hand. Unintentionally, the needle's eyes pierced Bian's neck and made the man groan and remove the pagutannya.

"What the hell are you doing, Yank?" Bian took off his arms and fumbled at his neck, then noticed a safety pin stuck to his right neck.

"Ow .. sorry. I wasn't intentional." Amara grew so stifled that her body was a little tense. "It's wrong for you all of a sudden why nyosor is like that."

Bian grimaced as he pulled off the safety pin, and Amara reflexed on her tiptoes and saw the man's neck bleed.

"Sorry." Amara's voice sounded stiff despite being stained with regret, then grabbed a few sheets of tissue and reached Bian's neck who had removed the safety pin. "His neck is bleeding .. Doesn't it hurt?"

"It hurts a lot." Bian smiled noticing Amara's panic as he watched her.

Unknowingly, there was a swish of warmth that began to envelop the trough of Bian's heart, especially when Amara blew around while wiping away the drops of blood on his neck, which was actually no big deal for Bian.

"Obatin," whispered Bian as he wrapped his hands around Amara's waist in a slightly spoiled manner.

"This is again diobatin," said Amara who did not realize that Bian was looking for the opportunity and attention of his wife. "But the wound was very small, a needle tip. Not looking at it. It doesn't bleed either."

"But it still hurts, Yank." Bian still had no intention of letting go of his embrace on Amara.

"Want to use plaster?"

"Kiss aja. Ntar is also healed."

Only then did Amara realize that Bian was working on him. So, Amara spontaneously patted Bian's chest and pushed the man while grumbling angrily, "That's how I stabbed the needle."

"Bad as your own husband, Ra?" Bian chuckles amusedly while trying to pull Amara's hand again, but the woman tries to avoid putting on a pashmina in front of a mirror. "Ntar if her husband smitten another girl, new because how —"

"In fact, you're potentially hurting me all the time." Amara smiled bitterly, then grabbed the black sling bag and draped it on her shoulder.

"Ra, I'm just kidding." Bian's voice was a little stiff as it caught up with Amara who stepped out of the room.

Amara chose not to comment on Bian's remarks. In fact, along the way to the hospital, the woman chose to remain silent. Occasionally Bian grabs Amara's hand, squeezing his fingers on the sidelines he pursues maneuvering the gears of the car.

However, Amara still did not heed Bian's question, as the woman tried to get him to speak to break the silence.

Finally Bian chose to play the song, humming as the strains of 'The Alone' by Iwan Fals accompanied their journey.

Although Amara did not want to care about Bian, but still he stole a glance when the man hummed while driving quietly.

Amara knows, the first place when they met was Cozy Karaoke. However, he never heard Bian's voice when singing turned out to be melodious as well. The heavy baritone sounds rhythmically in tune with each lyric and verse of the song being heard.

Supposedly, Amara could have guessed that Bian's voice was indeed melodious. Evidently when the man prayed and chanted short letters read. Then, Amara's heart warms as she recalls those moments.

Those ideas made Amara look over and look at Bian. The silhouette of the man's face looked even more handsome while being seriously driving. Every curve on the firm line of his jaw, his nose was pointed, and he liked it when he felt the two-day-old beard swipe at the skin as Bian kissed it.

Although Bian's gaze was fixed forward, but of course he realized that Amara who was sitting on the seat beside the steering wheel was looking at him. In fact, if Bian had not mistakenly captured the woman's faint expression, Amara seemed to be flashing a small smile.

At first, Bian did not want to break Amara's mind, worried that the woman would be embarrassed by being caught while looking at her. However, because Bian also realized Amara barely blinked for a few minutes, Bian finally couldn't help but open his mouth.

"Absmacked by your husband's good looks, honey?" bian asked confidently.

Amara was of course surprised to hear Bian's voice suddenly asking like that, while Bian's gaze was still fixed forward, and not a single glance at him.

"So, really people!" Amara snorted as she turned her face away from looking at Bian, then looked to the side of the window with the restraining heat that suddenly crawled her cheeks.

Bian just clenched his lips withholding a smile, and did not want to tease Amara because he knew she was not being invited to joke. So, the two went back to silence until an hour later they arrived at the hospital.

Amara did not know when Bian took the queue number and registered his name with a psychiatric specialist who was their goal that afternoon. He was lucky to get a second number, and thought he wouldn't spend more time in the hospital.

However, Amara's guess was wrong. He remembered very well that the patient with the first sequence number entered the consultation room at ten o'clock past twenty minutes. In fact, until the time showed it was nearly twelve in less than five minutes, the patient was still not out of the consultation room.

Anxiety crawled the trough of Amara's heart when he thought of Biandra who could have cried for too long abandoned.

Bian who noticed Amara's uneasiness instantly grabbed the woman's hand, putting it on Bian's thigh while squeezing his fingers. Then he realized Amara's palm was wet with cold sweat.

So, Bian embraced Amara's shoulder with one of his hands, pulling the woman to lean against her chest.

The position of those sitting in the waiting room of course made Amara stiff. How could he possibly want to look too affectionate in front of the public? Finally Amara refused Bian's embrace and straightened up, breathing many times and trying to calm down.

Amara shook her head quickly, but she did not pull her fingers from Bian's grasp. He was a little embarrassed to admit, that Bian's idea of leaving at eleven should have been followed. Maybe he won't get bored and worry too much about Biandra for too long.

"Keep why?" ask Bian again gently. "Don't be nervous, honey. Calm down a little."

"Biandra's crying, isn't it?" For the umpteenth time Amara expressed what she was worried about. "Still not a long time the guy in the dalem? Why not go out for two hours? Is the doctor ngurung—"

"Honey, don't think about trying, macem" said Bian, stroking Amara's back with his thumb. "So you've seen my brother send a photo that Bian Anteng really menemenin Alif who just came home from school."

"That was twenty minutes ago" complained Amara gloomily. "What if he's crying now? My feelings are not good, I'm afraid she—"

"Hey, don't think so, either" cut Bian helplessly. "Would you call my brother and mastiin whether Biandra cries or not?"

Amara paused for a moment, seemingly pondering. Then he nodded doubtfully, and Bian immediately contacted Mirna. At first, Amara wanted to talk to Bian's sister, ask her daughter directly, or just to hear if there was a cry from across the call.

However, when recalling how he had behaved to older sister Bian last week, Amara was quite embarrassed and did not know what to say if she spoke directly to Mirna.

So, Amara only hears Bian who conveys Amara's concern about Biandra. Then, the man also seemed to talk to Alif, smiling as he asked what his son wanted when Bian picked up Biandra later.

After seeing Bian end the call, Amara hurriedly asked impatiently, "Where, Biandra cry?"

"No, dear," said Bian, concluding a small and helpless smile, realizing that Amara was again overwhelmed with anxiety. "Our son is all right, Alif is really there. From last week she wanted her baby. Now new sameness because Biandra ada—"

"Your son is carrying Biandra?" beat Amara with a slightly high tone. "Kok can the heck your brother bring a little boy carrying Biandra? What if he's a jatoh? How about—"

"Ra, my sister also knows how she should keep Biandra," Bian explained carefully. "Not what you think either. Si Alif carrying Biandra also position while sitting, pillow also. Not really the sling that you're looking at. Don't panic too much, will you? Biandra's safe with my brother."

Amara bit her lips tightly, finding it hard to believe that her daughter was perfectly fine, although he himself could not do anything if Biandra did cry— especially because of the distance they are currently far apart.

When I heard Adzuhur mumbles, Bian finally said, "You are still breathing, I went to the mushola first, huh?"

Amara grimly grunts. "Much no? What if I'm called a doctor?"

"The cafeteria that you just picked up is Jasuke" Bian said as he got up from his seat. "Mostly the doctor must also rest first. Or, you want to have lunch, do you buy another snack?"

Amara considers Bian's offer. Until now, he did not feel hungry, especially when his thoughts continued to focus on Biandra. However, he also did not want to sit alone while Bian went to pray.

"Follow you, I'm waiting in the cafeteria" muttered Amara as he stood up and draped the bag over his shoulder. When Bian grabbed Amara's hand to lead her, the woman added, "You want me to stop eating? From then on I kept the hawker, you just drank the doang."

"Liat you want snacks and a lot of snacking I was already full," said Bian, holding Amara's hand and walking towards the cafeteria from the waiting room.

"Eh, you are, um I am disgusting, yes ... until you have no appetite?"

Bian frowned, aware that Amara was wrongly assuming her words. In the end, Bian let out a long breath, understanding that he needed extra patience to deal with Amara's unstable and sensitive attitude.

"I'm not saying that I don't have appetite, my dear wife," said Bian gently, they turned into a hallway squeezed by a solid wall painted in pure white into the canteen. "I mean, look at you want to eat something I've been smiling. How many days you have trouble eating, do not even want to snack. I'm just afraid you're sick. That's why I've really seen you want to snack like first."

"Oh," muttered Amara briefly. "But you haven't eaten either. We eat together if you're done praying, huh? Now I want to eat. I saw a soto noodle. I think it's good to eat a pedes …"

"Don't eat first your wheeze," said Bian reminded with eyebrows interlocked. "Rarely eat, once you want to eat even pedes-pedes. Don't be—"

"But my head is dizzy, I think it's good if—"

"Darling, which you say. Don't make me worry, okay?"

"Just eating a bad time makes you anxious?"

"If you get sick from eating a pedicab, I get sick, Ra," said Bian helplessly. "I can't bear to see you're upset about a stomachache."

Then Amara fell silent as they arrived at the canteen. Then Bian guided his wife to one of the tables with two iron chairs. "Just a marrow slurry, huh?"

Amara grimaced in horror. Sweet food is not a suitable choice to reduce the dizziness that hit his head.

"Burger is all." Amara pointed to the fast food counter.

"Don't use chili— sauce"

"Just the sauce will not make you sick" said Amara moody. "This mealtime gabby it gabby?"

"Not really," Bian tried to negotiate as he persuaded Alif. "But just don't use pedes doang."

"Yes, yes, yes .. Mr. dictator boss!" Amara growled in annoyance. "What do you want?"

"Eat you," Bian said with a small smile.

"Dreams!"