The Suffering of the Wife I Divorced

Chapter 34

"You go there, I wait here. Take Biandra doang, continue later you directly—"

"Her staff came down, Ra," said Bian, who stood by the door near Amara. Sometimes, Bian had to be extra patient when he found Amara to be childish like that. "I'm afraid it will be a little long, because Alif has not seen me for a week. Come down, will you?"

"Ish, but I'm ashamed of your brother, Om!" Amara grimacing. "When I met you, I snapped at your brother. The present time—"

"Honey, it's okay, he didn't take it, either" Bian coaxed as he reached out, but Amara remained motionless from her seat. "Partially, you said that time was shocked because Biandra did not exist. Down, yuk? My brother doesn't like to bite people, really."

Amara seemed to doubt. Once again he circled his eyes forward, on a row of motorcycles parked in the courtyard of the house. In fact, he was completely embarrassed at the thought of going head-to-head with older sister Bian, and for some reason now his heart was pounding uncontrollably, too nervous.

"But it's like there's a rame, it's a lot of people. Yes, Om .. You're the one who went down there."

Bian exhaled a long breath, then bowed and looked at Amara fixedly while saying, "And I told you, the motors must be cafe visitors with PS rental. At my brother's house there was never anyone, only he was the same as the kids."

"Whose car is that?" Amara pursed her lips. "Don't tell me who came to the cafe also used the car?"

Bian looked at the red Swift parked in front of Mirna's house, and he wasn't really sure who owned the car.

"It could be," said Bian doubtful. "Or maybe my sister's friend times. Oh, no, don't think about it. Come down for a minute... Thirty minutes, okay?"

Amara fell silent again, then twisted her body and lowered her legs, but still sat in the car seat. However, this time he was a little worried, worried that big brother Bian would reply to what he did to her last week.

Amara held out both hands until Bian got closer and looked at him question mark.

"Why?" Bian held Amara's two hands, a little confused by his wife's unpredictable demeanor.

Amara wrapped both hands around Bian's waist and buried her face in the man's stomach. "Om, if your brother bales snapped at me, you'd lose me?"

Amara felt Bian's stomach tremble, then she looked up at Bian and found him laughing.

"Why laugh?"

Bian stopped laughing, but the look in his eyes emitted an amused expression when he saw Amara's face bent like a child.

"Sometimes I'm confused about the contents of your head, like a real race there, huh?" seduce Bian while rubbing Amara's head, anxious as well as indulgent. "Sampe-sampe all those things like a burden on your mind continues."

Still sitting and hugging Bian, Amara put her chin on her husband's belly. And Bian chuckled even more as Amara's little nose frowned as she said, "You answer my question first. Would I believe it if your brother snapped at me?"

"It's definitely in the back, honey," said Bian helplessly. "Let's wake up .. It's eight o'clock this mall, Ra. He said he was tired of rushing to rest?"

"Kiss first." Amara pursed her lips while raising her face.

When Bian looked down to land a kiss, Amara kept her head away while grimacing, "There's a passerby."

Bian just laughed while shaking his head because of Amara's behavior.

Then the woman again muttered, "Actually my feet have been pegel dipake street. Want to be carried behind the kayak first when my joints break up, but it must hurt just like his legs. Afraid of tearing my stitches."

Bian calculated the distance from the parking lot to the terrace of Mirna house only about five meters. However, Amara did look exhausted.

"Really?" Amara raised her eyebrows high. As Bian nodded with certainty, Amara smiled widely and raised her pinky while urging, "Promise?"

"Do you want me to promise again?" Bian pinched Amara's lips with anxiety.

Amara took a deep breath, then stood up and received Bian's hand as the man held her.

"Si Alif used to sleep at what time?" amara asked as they walked towards the terrace.

"Hour eight," said Bian lightly. "But now definitely not sleeping if I know I want to come. What else was she pesen brought her favorite cake."

"Alif loves fruit cake, huh?"

"Prefer to cream the same as the fruit of the decoration. The cake is rarely eaten."

When they were about to knock on the door, at the same time the whitewashed door opened before a figure that Bian did not want to see at all.

Since the last time they met after dividing the treasure gono-gini a week after Bian dropped the talaq, since then Bian had never seen Yuanita. For some reason, seeing Yuanita seemed to remind Bian of the worst nightmare he had experienced for ten years.

Unlike Bian who immediately turned cold, Amara was polite by carving a smile greeting— because she certainly did not know who the honey-blonde long-haired woman before her.

Instead of returning the smile greeting Amara, the woman made up thick with maroon lips was actually buying unhappy. He scanned Amara from toe to head with a judging look.

Stared with a cynical expression by the person Amara thought might be the Bian family, her reflexes shifted and held the hand of Bian who was still holding tightly. However, he did not see how Bian's expression, which was originally full of joy, had now turned unsightly and full of an aura of irritation.

Only, Amara was a little distracted when the woman wearing gray contact lenses with thick eyelashes looked at Bian with interest.

"Come, yuk?" Bian hugged Amara's shoulder without caring about the woman who was just about to return home.

Amara hesitated for a moment, especially when she saw that Bian seemed reluctant to look at the woman. Then, Amara thought that the woman might be a friend of Bian's sister, who could have been her husband completely unaware of her.

Unfortunately, Amara's guess was immediately answered when the woman stopped their steps by saying to Bian, "I want to talk to you."

So, Amara looked up and looked at the expression on her husband's face. Only then could Amara see Bian's expression that was a little complicated to interpret. Regardless of the woman, Bian guided Amara in while holding her shoulder tightly.

"Bian, I want to talk to you," repeated the woman until inevitably Amara also stopped stepping.

"Nothing we need to bicarin anymore" said Bian coldly.

"It's important, you can't stay away from me forever like this." The woman passed Amara and stood in front of Bian. "Why did you suddenly have a child, even though divorce—"

"There is nothing else we will discuss," Bian said with a fierce plot. Bian's voice did not sound high, but he emphasized his every word, "Go home now and don't look for trouble, or I won't let you see Alif again."

Only then did Amara find out and realize that it was Yuanita. Instantly he swallowed a lump that stuck in his throat, annoyed, irritated, angry, and jealous at the same time.

It was not at all expected to meet Bian's ex-wife at her husband's sister's residence. So, no wonder if now Amara thinks the possibility of Bian also met his ex-wife this morning.