The Suffering of the Wife I Divorced

Chapter 29

"Promise me that you don't have to think too much about me telling everything?" Bian turned to Amara at a glance, hopeful and anxious at the same time. "I don't want you to think too hard."

"Yes, I promise." Amara waited for an explanation that would roll from Bian's lips, while the man looked still doubtful.

Once again Bian sighed deeply and exhaled slowly before beginning to reveal, "I didn't feel anything was wrong, but ever since I divorced you, my divorce was with Yuanita, I can never be calm, can't sleep …"

"When did you divorce your first wife?" amara said with surprise, it was only realized that Bian is now no man who has two wives.

Then Amara remembered Bian had told her that he had divorced, but until now they had never discussed it. Or maybe, Amara never wanted to hear about Bian and Yuanita. At that time, Amara was only trying not to care about Bian, because of the suffering that the man had given her.

"On the same day that I cigured you" Bian said in a soft murmur.

"Huh?" Amara could hardly believe what her ears were hearing. "Couldn't you? How's story? You fuss? Does he know you're secretly married? Does your wife know I came to the villa that day? Is that what makes you guys cerei?"

"Not." Bian smiled slightly, disguising the bitter irony that emerged from the look in his eyes by continuing to focus on driving.

"Ra," said Bian slowly. "If I wanted to do something with you, you wouldn't be surprised by my stupidity, would you?"

"Now, what's that?" Amara's voice was slightly lowered. "Oh, I've never laughed at my stupidity."

Bian laughed again, laughter forced and sound discordant. Then he began to tell me, "That day, when I went to your villa nemuin that ended with the fall of my talaq as the magnitude of the wounds and sadistic accusations that I told you …"

Bian was silent for a while, his lips felt a little faint. However, he could not hang what he had started, and it was impossible to make Amara even more curious.

"It looks like at that time Yuanita thought I would go home, malem," continued Bian try as calmly as possible. "My body was still not fit that day, so I went straight home shortly after you came home. Maybe Yuanita forgot that I was picked up by my assistant, so I didn't want to go home. Though he was sick again, but could-can be phone *** with another guy—"

"Phone ****?" Once again Amara was surprised to hear Bian's confession. "You don't want to make him ugly anymore, do you?"

"Honey, the logic is, if there's no problem, maybe I'm not the same he'll be cerei?"

Amara looked at Bian who turned to her at a glance, obviously the man could not linger looking at her because he had to focus on driving.

"Worse," continued Bian, scrolling through the story while remembering every second that happened that day. "In his HP there is a video of him again having sex with another guy, right when Alif was in the hospital. You want, right, on that day we also control the shophouse that we used to be in the cafe?"

"Yes." Yeah." Amara nodded, of course she never forgot every second and short time she ever missed with her husband. "So she wasn't the same Alif at the hospital?"

"No." Bian raises his shoulders. "I initially killed him, so tell him to come home. Who keep Alif at that time Mirna same Dika— one of my adeku. Then I panicked when my assistant told me that your father entered the ER. So I told him to go home and rest at home …"

Bian laughed, cursing his stupidity. "No idea of the attention I love, it is used by him to go find other guys. Even dare to do disgusting things like that until you dare to make a video of everything. And the most fatal, probably the nularin syphilis was the affair of Yuanita—"

"How do you know if that person is sick?" urge Amara to be curious.

Bian raised his shoulders before saying, "First, they don't use safety. Second, I had syphilis symptoms the day after my malem was having sex with my wife, while the previous morning the girl had just cheated on me …"

Bian suddenly laughed, laughter empty— laugh at yourself. "It may be that I accuse you of a nularin disease. I don't know what I'm sleeping with that trashy woman, who's obviously more despicable than a whore."

For a moment, it cleared Amara's mind to say, Why did you just open your eyes?

However, Amara knew it was not the right sentence to say, considering that Bian himself was clearly deceived by Yuanita.

"So, that day you immediately sneered at Yuanita?" ask Amara, make sure.

"Yes." Yeah." Bian nodded. "I said the same day. Even I sped up muk*lin him, then stopped right after Alif crying screaming saw Yuanita being mauled until battered."

Amara was silent for a while when she remembered the arrival of Bian's assistant the next day who gave her the certificate of shop, and said that she could not return the certificate to Bian— worried that she would be known to his wife.

"If that day you guys are kerei, why your assistant does not tell you pas nganterin—"

"Where does he know?" tukas Bian lightly. "It happened at home, tomorrow I was called to the same notary who took care of the certificate. So just ask him to make antherin to your house."

For a moment, Amara was speechless, aware of the honesty in every explanation Bian said. Then, he came back to the first discussion.

"So, you went to the mental doctor's consultation because of the stress of having Cerei same Yuanita as me too?" asked Amara innocently. "Because you're stressed about losing two wives on the same day?"

Bian doesn't know if he should laugh, or stop the car and kiss Amara for being too anxious about his wife's innocence.

"No, my love…."

"Keep what?"

Bian slowed down the pace of the car when the traffic light turned red at a downtown intersection, while Amara still urged an explanation of why Bian should consult a psychiatric doctor.

"Ra ...," said Bian doubtfully. "You promise you don't think I'm a rude guy who likes to mistreat girls?"

Amara nodded in wonder. So far, as long as she knew Bian, other than the man always kissing her brutally while being upset, the rest of Amara could not describe how Bian behaved to be rude to women.

"What the hell is it?"

"I'm afraid you'll think I'll mistreat you, keep thinking I'm light-handed ...mm, but I swear, Ra. .. for ten years the same household she was, she continued, I didn't—" before"

"Try you to clear first from the beginning until the end, let me understand what the hell you mean," said Amara who impatiently wanted to hear whatever Bian would explain.

However, no one will justify a wrong action, if what Bian did was really wrong. However, Amara is currently trying to think from different glasses and points of view, even more so after hearing Bian about Yuanita. The more he heard what Bian's first wife was doing, of course Amara grew curious.

No, Amara didn't want to get more appraisals from Bian by finding out information about the woman. After all, she knew enough herself how small she was for Bian.

The sound of Bian's breathing again looked heavy. Then Bian continued, "I don't know why the mallem can be upset, until Yuanita's samples are almost dead ...."

Bian paused his speech for a moment, seeing Amara's reaction who might have imagined how brutally she was persecuting Yuanita. Bian's memory goes back to the events of those moments, his mind dragging every little move that happened back then— just as Bian had just returned home after meeting Amara at the villa.