The Suffering of the Wife I Divorced

Chapter 35

For the first time Amara scanned Yuanita's face, as if recording her face and appearance in her memory. However, the more she realized that Yuanita's face was so smooth and good at preening, Amara increasingly compared herself to the woman, and it would not be wrong if she was discouraged for now.

Yuanita wore tight black jeans, combined with a pink top that was also tight, so that it formed every curve of the woman's body. In fact, his low-cut collar slightly shows ************ which is full and looks crazy.

Amara had to admit that she was shorter than Yuanita. Their adjacent position made him realize that Amara's height was only limited to Yuanita's chin. From the beginning of seeing the woman, Amara's gaze was only focused on Yuanita's lips and eyes, but now she could also see Yuanita's nose was a little more pointed than hers.

This made Amara think, it was appropriate that Bian immediately divorced Amara when he said it was possible that Yuanita was the one who transmitted the sexual disease experienced by Bian— even though it proved true. Apparently Yuanita is indeed far superior to Amara, either from the appearance or physical form.

It was only fitting that Bian survived ten years of marriage to Yuanita, even though the woman had even betrayed Bian.

Indeed, Amara's confidence again eroded. Especially since he currently looked extremely chaotic and exhausted. He could already imagine how chaotic Amara's face was right now, considering that a few days ago she could never sleep well.

Already he can make sure how bad his eye bags, plus a simple makeup sweep this morning that must have worn off.

However, that does not mean Amara is not good at preening. He is a former biduan, who is required to always look stunning when entertaining guests. It's just, too bad now Amara's condition as a woman who has just given birth.

The shape of his body has not returned to its original size, stretching here and there — not as slim as Yuanita who is currently glancing at Amara with a condescending expression. It was as if she was saying that Amara was nothing more than her.

It seemed that Yuanita still wanted to say something to Bian, but when she had just opened her mouth, Bian first turned his head towards the door, "Wait for what else?"

Finally Yuanita darted away after previously giving a look full of jealousy at Amara.

Amara just knitted her brows seeing such a reaction. Then looked back and realized Yuanita was walking towards her red Swift in annoyance.

After the sound of a voice that was closed loudly, Amara squeaked softly, "Humans no akhlaq! The car seat, may not be damaged."

In the midst of aggravation for meeting the person who most do not want to be met, when hearing Amara's comments like that, inevitably Bian laughed out loud while rubbing the top of Amara's head.

"I think you're angry and you're going to yell at Yuanita for looking at you in that way" Bian said after laughing for a moment. "And I really want to see you that he's more cruel than me."

Amara raises her shoulders. "It didn't hurt me" said Amara slowly. "Somehow, he's not looking for trouble with me, why do I suddenly have to talk to him? If you were obviously hurting me, that's why I'm maki-maki."

In the end, Bian could not answer Amara's words. His lips clenched tightly as if at a loss for words. He squeezed Amara's shoulder and walked back in, then was greeted by the cry of Alif who screamed excitedly to find the presence of his father.

When Alif burst into Bian's arms, the man immediately lifted Alif into his lap.

"Papa's train is not coming home" said Alif cheerfully. "Alif was going to sleep, but Papa must have come home with cake. Papa bought the cake that Alif pesen, right?"

Bian smiled and landed a kiss on Alif's cheek while saying, "Bawain dong. We eat together Mother, huh?"

Amara could barely breathe hearing Bian's words. And when Amara looked up to see Alif's expression, the boy turned to Amara while muttering, "The same round is Alif?"

"Yes, your mother too" said Bian, lowering Alif, and asked for a bag of groceries from Amara and gave it to Alif. "Bring to mom, ask for cutin all for Mommy and Papa."

When Alif darted away enthusiastically, Amara immediately squeezed Bian's arm while asking, "Why did you tell Alif to call me Mother?"

"Sunday he was confused to call you by what name" Bian explained. "You also bring the children in the village call you Mother. So, I was just telling Alif to call you like that. You're not angry, are you?"

Before Amara could answer, Bian added, "No anger. Alif my son too."

Amara grumbled softly, "If so, why do you think I'm angry what—"

Amara's words are interrupted when Mirna suddenly comes to the living room while carrying Biandra. "This is how the story goes, Bian, you tell Alif to let me cut the cake while carrying Bian? It's just rude to be ade."

Bian chuckled while picking up the Biandra that Mirna had handed over. "When are you visiting a special guest like my wife, Na? It's hard to half-could want to bring the queen mother here until—"

Bian's speech was interrupted, he grimaced when Amara suddenly pinched his stomach. "Sickness, Ra .. Your habits are mah."

"What the hell are you doing I keep on doing," he sizzled Amara with a stiff smile, then distracted Bian by taking Biandra. "Uh, the mistress of Mother's child .. Eventually, yes, she left?"

"Lessly," Mirna commented until Amara turned her head and smiled awkwardly at her sister-in-law. "The intent is the Biandra nginep here. Let this rame be home. Si Alif also so do not go-go play, at home continue nemenin adek."

"There's a loneliness that Bian is feeling," said Amara, trying to keep her voice heard lightly, hoping to break the awkwardness of her attitude last week.

"Just like you're here time and time again" said Mirna. "When you come here just pick up Bian doang? This is home again."

"Si Amara is tired, Na. Later anyway sometime nginepnya," Bian took the initiative to answer when he saw Amara could not open his mouth. "That's Alif cutting the cake."

After Mirna muttered before turning around and going to the kitchen, Bian guided Amara while saying, "You sit down first. What do you want to drink?"

"Don't drink, it's getting longer" complained Amara gloomily. "I'm sleepy. Kasian also Biandra has come home."

"Honey, soon, mmh ... ten minutes?" pinta Bian is hopeful. "Sampe Alif sleeping abis eating cake ... yes?"

"Judah I go home alone," grumbled Amara full of rakhina.

"Ra, Kasian Alif. I haven't seen Nemenin— in a long time"

"Yes, yes, yes! I wait twenty minutes," said Amara, stomping her feet and walking to the sofa. "Suapin ate the cake but?"

"Ready." Bian smiled broadly before finally landing a flash of lightning on his wife's cheek. "Wait for a stretch."

Actually, Amara doesn't really want to go home in a hurry. Especially after seeing Alif's expression that looked enthusiastic looking at their presence. Indeed, Amara's ego states she wants Bian to only pour out his affection on her and Biandra alone.

However, Amara also did not deny that she was raised not by her biological mother. It made him think back to the advice of the doctor, who said that not all mothers are blessed with affection.

So, Amara assumed that it also happened to Bian, who was entrusted with affection to love Alif— no matter if the little boy was not Bian's flesh blood.

Moreover, Amara realized, it was impossible that Bian did not have a great love for Alif, considering that the man took care of him since Alif was one day old. And seeing how painstaking Bian was when taking care of Biandra, Amara did not hesitate to judge Bian that her husband was the best father.

"Who doesn't know?" refute Mirna wonder. "From yesterday I called unanswered, chat also told you that Yuanita is here waiting for you. That's why I said you don't come here first, wait for Yuanita to come home, then I'll tell you again."

Bian grimly frowned, then reached into the phone from his pants pocket. "Pillage in-silent."

"Well, whose fault is it?" Mirna hissed in annoyance, then returned to the dining table and strutted the cake for Alif and Amara. "Udah malem you know this .. why was Amara not invited here anyway? Kasian the baby boy malem-alem brought home."

Before Bian could answer, Alif looked up at his father and added, "If Mommy is the same Biandra come home, then Papa is not sleeping here?"

Bian exhaled a long breath, a little wrong and could not bear to see the hopeful gaze that emanated from the look of Alif's eyes.

"Later Papa sleeps here with Mother, just as adek you if the Mother has healed, yes, Alif?"

"What kind of pain does Mother have, Pa? How long ago did Papa go?" alif asked while observing his mother put a small spoon on two dishes containing pieces of cake.

"Mother is just having a crush," Bian explained gently. "His body lemes, hurts everyone. So it must be cured first until it is healed. Patient alif, huh, wait for Papa?"

Alif nodded in understanding. "Alif bring the cake for Mother to the front, huh?"

Bian nodded, and after the boy left, Mirna suddenly asked, "Is it really all right, Bian? What baby blues do you worry about?"

"Worse," complained Bian sourly. "Postpartum anxiety— is similar to the one I experienced. The difference is, it's excessive anxiety in puerperium, postpartum."

"Oh, a male can be just as sick as he is. Both have mental disorders" Mirna commented while shaking her head. "How long will it take to recover?"

"I don't know for sure." Bian raises his shoulders. "The doctor said it can not be spit, what else if not handled spit-cheap, can lead to depression."

"Their canadian is son—"

"Therefore I would like to say, you please give understanding to Alif if I can not exist for him continue," said Bian was wrong. "I need another adaptation of Amara, especially after Biandra. Please, yeah, Na?"

"Yes, don't worry. You focus on them" said Mirna, calming. "Hopefully not for long, Kasian also Alif. Who else would be his father if not—"

"Pa, said Mommy .. Papa wants to eat the cake together?" Alif's voice successfully silenced Mirna's sentence and made Bian jump in surprise.

"Campus," muttered Bian slowly. "I forgot if he asked for bribery."

Bian hurriedly returned to the living room and found Amara swinging the Biandra on her lap with a gloomy face.

Before Amara could complain, Bian grabbed a small plate of cake on the table and sat down between Amara and Alif.

"Because, huh?" seduce Bian while scooping the pieces of cake and directing the cake to Amara's mouth.

"Your train is straying in Baghdad" muttered Amara after devouring a piece of cake that Bian had fed.

Bian almost choked on his saliva to hear Amara's comments, and Alif's voice asked innocently, "Where's Baghdad, Pa?"

Then, Bian's laughter broke out as Amara's laughter suddenly bubbled upon hearing Alif's question with her expression so innocent. Of course Amara understood, Alif understood that he was just tagging Bian.

The sudden appearance of Mirna managed to make Amara stop laughing.

"Alif, later do not sleep malem-malem, yes?" Mirna. "Tomorrow you're in school in the morning."

"From that time Alif was sleepy, but wait for Papa first right." Alif pokes the cream once more with his index finger, then licks with vigor. "It's a simple cake to go to school, huh, Mom?"

Bian observed Alif's fingers covered in cream and pieces of cake on a plate that was not touched at all. Actually, pleasing Alif is not difficult, just by taking the time and accompanying him like that, Bian knows it seems Alif's longing is quite cured.

It was proven when Alif peed Bian's cheek, then switched on Amara— even though it was a little awkward. Not to kiss Amara, keep staring at Biandra with anxiety while exclaiming, "Son't sleep first, huh, Dek? Play here again."

"Yes, Brother Alif ... later I play again here," Amara took the initiative to answer while rubbing the top of Alif's head, could not bear to see the child after hearing quite a lot of stories from Bian.

Alif smiled happily and waved before finally leaving with Mirna.

"Not yet, Ra?" Bian's question managed to make Amara turn her head after seeing the figure of Alif and Mirna away.

"I just ate two mouthfuls, I've had more time anyway?" mooed Amara when he saw the pieces of cake on his plate run out there is nothing left.

"Ah, I forgot that this is your cake, Ra."

"Well, can you say no more until you forget that cake got me?" amara protest. "But it's okay, we go home now, okay?"

"There's a condition."

"What else?"

"It's me I slept in your room, huh?"

Amara looked at Bian suspiciously. "Don't macem-macem! I'm still breathing, inget?"

"One macem doang, Ra."

"What?"

"hugs."

"Not dream! There's a Biandra that needs my arms."

"Don't you need my hug, Ra?"