The Suffering of the Wife I Divorced

Chapter 3

For a while Amara was sculpting, between believing and not with the visible in front of the eyes. Then, Amara blinked as the man approached.

Seeing her present here managed to make all of that feel like a dream to Amara. Is it true that he was the man who was missed all those lonely nights of Amara?

The man stopped when the distance between them was two steps away. While Amara sculpt— with a frozen body and a tongue that is so mute.

Amara scanned the man's face intently, as if making sure that it was really him who was in front of her eyes at the moment. Not a dream or a hallucination.

Either because of the reflection of a long-sleeved white T-shirt rolled up to the elbow that makes his face look clean, or maybe the man is already handsome, but the man looked fresher than the last time they met.

The hair that used to be a bit curly is now neatly combed back, no different from the coarse hairs around the chin and mustache that seemed to have just been shaved two days ago.

Not much has changed from that guy. The ripeness of maturity actually makes him look even more charming. In Amara's view, of course.

“Amara ..” Staring in disbelief, the man's hands slightly raised, as if he wanted to hug Amara immediately.

For a moment, Amara's subconscious wandered far away. Passing through the labyrinth a few months ago, the last time we met.

Was Amara still in the man's memory and heart, until he didn't need to make any pleasantries when he mentioned his name?

While Amara? The voice ...heard the man's voice again, it still felt like a dream. Even until his feet felt no longer treading the cold tiles.

The man's hand was still floating in front of Amara. I wanted to feel Amara plunged into Bian's arms, but Amara was too afraid that the man could feel his body shivering with trembling.

Met the man after months apart .. somehow Amara felt her heart pounding. Like a girl who just got hit by first love.

"Ma ..."

The man's voice when he said his name made Amara stutter. Seeing the man present with Mr. Amara, it would be unwise if he had to be angry, and he did not want to be angry when the situation was like this.

Especially when in the midwife's house there is also a husband and wife who are both waiting for the delivery process. However, seeing the presence of the man now was like finding an oasis in the desert.

"Why did you come?" Finally Amara again found her voice even though with a little trembling, and somehow the three words suddenly slid off Amara's lips.

Amara was still standing at the end of one of the beds in the spacious room, her mother stepped out to approach the father waiting on the terrace.

For a few seconds, Amara could do nothing, holding on to the end of the iron bed, while one of her hands was placed on her distended stomach. However, Amara knew, there was an undeniable longing emanating from the look in the man's eyes.

So, when Bian reached out to caress Amara's cheek, the woman immediately muttered, "Hug."

Bian did not waste any longer, he immediately grabbed Amara into an embrace. There was pain that was sticking out seeing Amara's face so weak.

Out of the billions of words that could be said, Bian could not find a single word to answer Amara's question. Why did he just come?

Amara let the man hold her tightly, knowing that right now she needed the man's embrace. Amara's eyes were closed when she felt Bian's body embrace her in the way the man always did. Her large, sturdy body shaded Amara, providing much of the comfort she needed.

"Sorry."

Finally Amara could hear Bian's voice again, sounding slightly trembling as her chin moved over Amara's head. For a few seconds, Amara didn't want to say anything. He buried his head in Bian's chest, hearing the man's heartbeat rhythm sounding much faster, like Amara's.

"Sheat her waist," whispered Amara in a soft murmur. "Hot."

Then he felt the man do it, his hand moving up and down around his waist and back. While his hand was still holding Amara's head in his chest.

"I'm sorry" said Bian, who now kissed Amara's head. Again, only one word could he say.

"Pengen rough talking, but again pregnant. So want to wait until the birth, " muttered Amara while kissing Bian's chest, then silent for a moment. "But fear there is no age to curse you again."

Bian could feel the emotional and hopelessness that colored Amara's voice when saying that.

"You are anj*ng." Finally Amara could whisper the word with a painful heart. "You are b*ngs*t. You are more sadistic than Pharaoh, more unjust than Namrud. You are mah ibl*s ... You are b*bi, you are ..."

Amara's words were interrupted, starting to sob as if she had just vented what had been rumbling in the chest. However, it felt that he was not satisfied to say Bian with various rude gestures.

Realizing Bian was still calm, the next second Amara's lips again muttered, "I hate you. I don't want to miss you anymore. I'm tired. I'm sick."

"I know," muttered Bian finally with a choked voice. "What do you want me to do to boil your pain, Ra?"

Amara gulped, then her head moved on Bian's sturdy right arm. He muttered again with a tremble, "Baby lahiran, I want to kill you."

And Bian's body stiffened as Amara bit her arm strongly, as if that was the way the woman vented all the emotions and anger she had in her chest.

Bian's hand stopped moving on Amara's back, but he had no intention of letting go of her embrace. Instead, the stronger Amara bit her, the more tightly Bian hugged Amara.

Once again Bian was at a loss for words, and helplessly found the way Amara bit him for a long time. Slowly Amara's bite loosened, the woman's body trembled before finally Amara's shoulder shook violently and cried as he pleased.

Bian did not know since when his cheeks were wet, realizing how big of a wound he had inflicted on the woman. And when Amara looked up at her sobbing, Bian could see the woman's look not only showing that she was badly hurt, but devastated.

"Sorry" said Bian, wiping away Amara's tears. "You can do anything as long as it reduces your pain."

"I'm hurt. You know what?" amara said as she sobbed. "I want to kill you. Do you know Fabian Gaddafi?!"

"Yes, I know," said Bian, kissing Amara's forehead. "And I said, you can do whatever you want if it can do your pain."

"Even if you die?"

"Yes, anything."

Amara could not reply to Bian's words anymore, because in the next second Amara's stomach was getting painful until she held on tightly to Bian when she felt fluid seeping in her thigh.

Then, she screamed in panic before the midwife appeared and asked Amara to be taken to the delivery room. Bian immediately carried Amara, following the midwife's instructions to lay the woman on the gurney.

Bian did not know why he was suddenly frightened when he saw Amara crying in pain. In fact, her knees were trembling slightly, and she didn't want to get away from the woman— especially as Amara kept telling Bian to stay by her side.

"The staff is calm, dear," said Bian, bowing and holding Amara's face, knowing that she had not heard what the midwife had instructed.

"i'm afraid of death!" suffocating Amara with a choking voice, panicked. As her contract grew more intense, Amara's body grew tense. "If I die, don't take the baby. Don't take care of your wife. Mother same ade-ade me who will take care. Don't take it ...."

Amara's words were interrupted when her breath was panting, but she could faintly hear the midwife's voice telling her to relax. However, Amara could not calm down, could not control and regulate his breathing as instructed by the midwife.

"If you take the baby with you after I die" said Amara once again. He reaches for anything to hold on to. Holding iron by the side of the bed was not enough to give him strength.

So, Amara clung to Bian's neck tightly while continuing to mumble wryly, "I'll rise from the grave for your nyekik, Fabian Gaddafi!"

Bian kissed Amara's cheeks, trying to quell the fear that was crawling her heart as Amara continued to discuss death.

"If so, you don't have to die" said Bian finally firmly and convincingly. "You must live for nyaksiin if I won't take our son and send him to someone else. Let's take care of him together, okay? Now calm down, horrified what Miss Midwife said, huh?"

Surprising why Bian's assertive speech managed to persuade Amara, as if hypnotizing the woman to be more relaxed through the labor process.

However, it is now Bian's turn to not be able to relax. In fact, she didn't even realize how Amara was holding on to her neck. The woman's nails punched, pierced the skin of her neck and made several long scratches.

For a lifetime, this was the first time Bian had witnessed labor. And the woman is about to give birth to her baby, a reason that makes Bian's fear multiply.

So, when a few minutes later the baby cries while Amara's breath stings in her ear, Bian knows that the tension process is over.

Uncontrollable, Bian's shoulders trembled violently before finally slumping on Amara's shoulders. "You are a great woman" whispered Bian sobbing. "I'm sorry you had to fight alone all this time."