The Suffering of the Wife I Divorced

Chapter 32

"So that's the aleswhy are you also consulting Cheppy's doctor?" Amara did not know since when her tears poured out when again knowing the facts experienced by Bian so far.

When Bian just nodded and exhaled heavily, Amara again added poignantly, "Why didn't Om come in the first place and tell me, why didn't you tell me you needed me?"

Bian's facial water was sour and all wrong when it had not been able to stop Amara's crying. "I'm ashamed, Ra. I realize I hurt you, I'm afraid you won't forgive me" Bian said bitterly. "I'm actually afraid, afraid I'm bringing a disease that will eventually spread to you. I don't want you to get why because of me."

"Nyampe nahan himself does not want to find me, even though you miss wanting to meet me? Is that?" Amara sobbed holding tight. "When I found out I was pregnant, I waited for you every day. Every day I pray that God will open your heart so that once come find me ...."

Amara brushed her nose as her tears spilled uncontrollably. "Every day I look at the window every time the sound of the motorbike, ngarepin once you come to see if I am tormented. I did not dare to go out of the house because I do not know what to answer when the people asked why never see you go home? I live in the village, which everyone cares too much about why I was left alone in a state of pregnancy ..."

"Ra .. sorry, I'm not—"

"You don't know what it's like for every male to lose my waist overheating, unable to sleep comfortably as my pregnancy gets bigger. Back and forth to the bathroom alone in the middle of the mallem, sleepy until I drop by jatoh. You know I pray every mallem so you come to me— nemenin"

Amara's voice turned into a silent whisper as she continued, "Sampe I'm sick of praying, until I want to say why God does not hear my prayer, until I ask God to escape you, no need to ngarepin you come ... Sampa finally suddenly met his brother Zack when checking the content at the puskesmas, then from there Zack routine nemenin I checked, you know if I want you who was there at that time?!"

"Sorry—"

"Keep why don't you tell me from yesterday let me not need to snap at you, let me not be angry continue with you, why not tell me from—"

"When exactly do you give me the chance to explain everything to you?" bian leaned over to Amara's chair and embraced Amara affectionately.

"The first day we came home from the midwife, there was Zack with her brother, and inevitably I went straight home," continued Bian while peeping Amara's cheeks wet with tears. "The next few days, we never got along. You're always angry for fear that I might bring Biandra. After we stayed at the villa for almost ten days, you were hard to talk to because still after I reached kayak getu—"

"You should have told me straight away" Amara hugged Bian's neck and kissed the man's cheek emotionally. "I thought I was the only one who was tormented, you were the same."

Bian's heart pounded uncontrollably, warming up as Amara took the initiative to embrace him.

"Don't cry anymore" whispered Bian on Amara's forehead, but he also did not realize his eyes felt spicy to find Amara's attitude softened.

"But I'm heartbroken" muttered Amara who held Bian tighter.

"Why else is it hurting?" Bian stroked Amara's back while burrowing her face around her neck, trying to hide her tears that began to drip.

"They're kasian."

Bian could not help but laugh to find Amara behaving like a mother who provided comfort and protection to her child. Obviously, the woman is not okay either.

Not wanting to make Amara drag on crying, Bian cleared his throat and took off a hug while muttering, "So, how long are we on the roadside? He said he was gonna rush home to Biandra's mind?"

"It's wrong yourself why you have to be forced first to want a story—"

"I didn't want to make you nauseous again. Uh, the result even became like a gini," muttered Bian while chuckling. "Don't cry anymore, Ra. I can't see it."

"Who are you why the story is all, I will be saddened by the horror you are the same Alif."

Bian nodded before finally coughing as he choked on Amara. "Ra, when can my cavling be worked on?"

"What's kavling?" ask Amara sengau.

Bian glanced at the area under Amara's body while muttering, "That's ... When can I be visited? You mah from earlier made things go wrong. Need to be dragged to his kayak's room."

"Of! Why can you think like it fits me crying again?"

"What else will the husband's solution be when it's dead-end to nenangin his wife?" Bian grinned mischievously.

"Not dream! The stitches are not dry yet!"

"How long are you waiting?"

"Six months!"

"Ra, lelater. I can freeze!"

"As long as you're young, how's the story you can be strong?"

"My people are in pain as much as my panic, where would you like ngs*ks?"

"You can't really be too honest to talk about such a problem?"

"What's rich?" Bian smiled seductively. "My idea is that you miss me too?"

"No!"

"Oh, we'll see when I can work on you."

"Not dream!" Amara turned her gaze away from Bian, hiding her reddened cheeks like a boiled crab.

"Awas aja if you later mengesah and ask to add. We both miss."

"Om, can't you?!"

"No! When else can sedain wife who from yesterday is very difficult to talk to?"

"Can you buy milk at the minimarket T-junction villa? Do you have to go to the mall just to buy milk?"

"There's no harm in stopping by, right?" Bian held Amara's hand as he walked into the shopping center.

"Biandra's milk really wants to abis?" Amara tried to remember before finally returning to say, "I feel like there are still two cans that have not been opened. Last week did you buy him three, a week is all over anyway?"

Bian did not reply, only smacking a mischievous smile while glancing at Amara as they walked to the escalator.

Amara looked up and realized that Biandra's milk which he said had run out was only Bian's reason so he wanted to be invited to stop by the mall. So, no wonder if now Amara snorted annoyed and threw Bian's hand holding him.

"Based on a cunning man" grumbled Amara as they arrived on the second floor. "Well, get home now. It's late afternoon, Kasian Biandra."

"Home now or later, he'll have formula milk, right? Not ASI." Bian smiled amusedly seeing Amara rolling her eyes lazily. "Just in a moment, there's something I need to buy—"

"Shop by yourself! I'm gonna wait in the car!"

As Amara turned around and prepared to step into the descending escalator, Bian hurriedly pulled Amara's hand.

"Temenin," Bian's pinta half sulked. Before Amara could resist, she hurriedly added, "One hour at most, okay?"

Amara was not given the opportunity to refuse when Bian immediately pulled her, again the man took her to the area of the needs of babies and women.

Actually, Bian didn't really want to buy anything there. However, when from a distance seen the shopping center building they visited last week, the first thing that came to mind Bian was the expression of Amara who rejoiced when they bought the needs of Biandra.

Maybe this time Bian was selfish because he left Biandra to linger with his brother, but somehow at this time Bian just wanted to be alone with the woman.

Repeatedly Bian tried to remind himself that he should not be a selfish parent to Alif and Biandra, but still the longing to spend time with the woman was greater in his heart.

"Purchase the same clothes toys again?" amara protested when she realized that Bian also did not know where they were headed. "That last week was bought just not yet made, Biandra the baby is still babysitting .. it's a dress as early as make—"

"Judah buy for you," said Bian with a stiff smile. "Yesterday you bought it just a little, buy another—"

"And my clothes from home you've taken."

"Yaudah ... buy the one you don't need aja—"

"Nonsane!" Amara snorted in wonder. "Lack of work ah you mah, Om. Uda, mending us—"

"I'm being honest, I still want to be with you for a long time, sweetie." Bian put on a full expression of plea. "Buy anything, the important thing can—"

"If you want to be alone together I have to go to the mall?"

"You dragged you to the hotel still can't, Ra," said Bian. "Happy?"

Amara's cheeks were hot when again Bian discussed this. However, for some reason Amara's heart felt like jumping from his place—, especially when he saw the look of Bian's eyes seemed to radiate affection.

Eventually Amara decides to grant Bian's wish, spending more time with the man, just the two of them.

So, it was no wonder that he actually bought what he did not need, but obviously he wanted. However, still what Amara always preferred were things for Biandra.

It's just that, not so much that he chose at that time, considering that one of the rooms in Villa Bian was already filled with Biandra's needs. When they turn to the area of women's needs, again Bian teases Amara when looking at the area of underwear and lingerie.

What's more, somehow Bian's mind is filled with the poignancy of Amara's body in a red-tinted transparent lingerie. Either because of the insistence on biological needs that are too long not channeled, or because the desire to make love is increasingly ingrained in Bian, so that his wild fantasies with his wife suddenly make Bian moan.

"Ra," Bian muttered as he glanced at the underwear area. "Buy it all."

Amara's cheeks again heated up when she found out what Bian meant, so she pinched the man's stomach while whispering angrily, "And I said wait for the stitches to dry first."

"You're buying now doesn't hurt, does it?" Bian smiled mischievously. "I think you're gonna be so sexy with it."

When Bian was about to take Amara to pick out some lingerie suitable for his wife, Amara suddenly stopped the man until Bian turned his head.

"Don't buy it, I don't want the make" Amara said hesitantly.

"Why?" Bian raised an eyebrow when he saw Amara's expression looking nervous. "There's no harm in 'creating a new sensation, even if we already have children?"

"But ..." Amara biting her lips. "I'm ashamed of the make, Om?"

"Why embarrassed?" Bian lowered his voice as he whispered, "We're not never naked together? So be Biandra instead."

"The problem is now that my stomach is equal to my thighs a lot ... mm, a lot of his stretch marks," Amara said in a low murmur. "I don't pantes make it like that. So, Om don't ngarep I'll wear a shirt like that if I'm healed later. If you need to, I don't want to take my clothes off, turn off the lights, don't take off the blankets."

Although Amara mentioned the sentence accompanied by laughter, but Bian caught a tone of disbelief in Amara's voice. Then, as Bian looked at the look in his wife's eyes, Bian knew the woman had completely lost her confidence.

'I'm ugly, huh?'

Bian was stunned when Amara's words this morning suddenly felt buzzing in his ears, 'I look old, huh? Me bad? You should have married me. You're rich, you're handsome, you can get any girl out there. Why even marry me the bego, the poor, the uneducated, who ..."

'You want to cheat? Or, how many simple girls do you have, other whores you can pay with your unrelenting money?'

Indeed, ever since they got back together, Bian has never seen Amara's body without clothes. Bian wondered in his heart, which stretch marks made Amara this morning suddenly behave like a blind jealous person?

Bian exhaled heavily, understanding that his wife was in a mental crisis. However, somehow again Bian's heart felt pain when Amara's confidence was eroded at a young age after giving birth to their child.

Thinking about it makes Bian realize that his job is to restore the crisis of Amara's confidence.

"Don't think of the heavy ones, honey. Just stretch marks doang mah is not a problem," said Bian while squeezing Amara's fingers in his grasp.

"But you will see" complained Amara gloomily. "Where the size is on big, lots, red. Crazy to know, Om ... Kayak—"

"Ra, don't talk about that ah, what the hell? If I say no problem, then there is no problem. Don't be so gini, honey."

"But later his room diem even mendem himself if you are not satisfied to have a wife like me," muttered Amara sad. Then he looked up at Bian desperately. "You'll be outside because my body is disgusting. Later you will find satisfaction in—"

"Darling," said Bian was wrong. "B*go is so if I have to find satisfaction outside, while I have everything at home? Beautiful wife, the good one, the one that I— even bet my life for my son?"

"But you used to have everything, but still you often snack outside, right?"

"Don't look at me now as I was the first one you knew," Bian replied calmly. "Enough you restrained Biandra even though I am not on your side, it has already told me that you are a woman who has great affection. If you think I'll cheat one day because I'm not satisfied with you, mending you slowly throw that thought—"

"My ex-wife, whose IQ was low, I defended for years" continued Bian, trying to comfort and reassure Amara. "Keep if I've got a wife who is omnipresent, beautiful, gemesin, ngangenin, very easy to love, dear, obedient, pinter in the kitchen, in the well, in kasur— where might I have to betrayin women limited edition kayak you this anyway, Ra? I'm just yours."

For a while, Amara could barely breathe as Bian mentioned each of the words with utter certainty. If it's like that, it's not Amara's fault if his heart melts again because of Bian's attitude that always spoils him in his own way.

So, Bian herded the woman and decided to buy several sets of lingerie with various models and colors. And Amara couldn't control her increasingly hot cheeks when she imagined she'd be wearing a costume of the curse with her husband.

In the end, Bian and Amara spent more than two hours shopping for the needs of his wife and child.

As they crossed the men's clothing area, Amara only realized that Bian did not buy anything for himself— only he and Biandra were Bian's priority. Amara smiles inwardly as she recalls Bian's conversation which convinces her that Bian belongs to Amara.

For some reason, Amara is forced to tease Bian, and wants to know if Bian really fits what the man just said. Would the man be jealous if...

"Om, stop by the store for a second, yuk?" Amara grinned widely as she pointed at the men's clothing store.

Bian frowned hesitantly as he replied, "Why go to the men's clothing store? A shirt for me? I have a lot of clothes, Ra."

"No," said Amara jahil. "I want to give someone a gift."

"Torck?" Bian. As Amara nodded innocently, Bian immediately pulled Amara's hand away from the area.

"Ih, the clash of doang, Om," concluded Amara while pulling back Bian's hand and forcing the man into the men's clothing store. "You don't cheat gini dong, Om. From that moment I followed you, nemenin you. Now it's your turn to find a gift for someone, so please try the clothes I choose. I think your body size fits to be made guinea pig experiment—"

"You're all right, Ra ... when you want to give a gift to another guy and make me a guinea pig? Is it the same husband?"

"That means I don't want to boongin you, Om," Amara said without sin. "If I give a gift to someone else without your knowledge, you can just say I have the same husband."

"But still you're not—"

"Bobain's shop!" Amara pulls Bian's hand when she picks out some casual shirts, pants, and jerseys in bright colors.