The Suffering of the Wife I Divorced

Chapter 36

Exactly at ten in the night, Amara and Bian with their son arrived at the villa. Amara already looks very tired, as if she wants to immediately throw her body into bed— is no different from Bian.

However, unfortunately Bian could not immediately rest, especially because he had been awaited by Dika since.

During her stay at the villa, Amara was used to seeing Bian's younger brother coming in every night, and she never questioned what Bian and his younger brother were doing.

Back then, he chose to be completely indifferent to what Bian was doing, or where the man was going.

However, this time maybe she should care a little and find out more about her husband. Especially after she Amara realized that her household with Bian this time was really starting from scratch, with a status that was clearly different from before.

"You rest first, I'll follow you later" Bian said after taking Amara to the room. "If you want to take a shower, don't take it long."

Amara nodded as she took off the pashmina after laying the Biandra in a box. When Bian turned around and was about to step outside, Amara could not help but ask, "You're sleeping here?"

"So dong," cried Bian steady. "But you don't wait, if you sleep first."

Actually, Amara did not intend to wait for Bian. Especially because he felt his whole body so crumpled after spending time with his husband, then chatted for a while with brother Bian after Alif fell asleep.

It's just that, after Amara took a warm bath and changed into sleep clothes, her eyes could not be closed even though she had tried to close her eyes tightly.

Amara flips her body on the bed, looking for the most comfortable position and hoping to fall asleep soon. However, drowsiness never hit until finally he heard the roar of the motor away— and believed that Bian's sister must have gone home.

So, Amara guessed that Bian would soon enter the room. However, until a while later, Amara did not even hear the footsteps or the sound of the door being opened.

Finally he pulled up the thick-haired blanket, then looked at the clock on the phone that was on the nightstand. Time showed almost one o'clock in the morning, and he knew tonight must have trouble sleeping like the nights before.

He got up and grabbed a small blanket. After enveloping her back, Amara walked up to the door and out of the room— looking for Bian's whereabouts.

The man wasn't in the living room. Then he looked downstairs, and Bian wasn't there either. While wondering if her husband was going with Dika, Amara galloped down the stairs carefully.

The front door opened, then faintly heard the gurgling of water poured on the glass, accompanied by the sound of cigarette lighters. So, Amara followed the source. He found Bian sitting on a chair with a cigarette on his left finger.

The man's gaze was fixed on a laptop screen featuring MOAE— Microsoft Office Accounting Express, looking at tables and figures that Amara actually did not want to see.

Bian reached out and grabbed the sheets of paper that also contained numbers and writing.

"Nr ..."

Amara's voice seemed to have succeeded in surprising Bian, the man turned his head while putting the paper back down.

"Not sleeping, honey?" Bian urged freshly burned cigarettes on ash-filled ashtrays and cigarette butts.

"I can't sleep" said Amara as she galloped over, raising Bian's hand before he finally sat on the man's lap.

Bian's heart softened when his wife suddenly curled up in her lap, as if seeking warmth from the cold of the night breeze.

Amara returned Bian's stern gaze. "And said the sedative doctor can make it less," complained Amara moody. "Later my ASI gets drier."

Bian brushed Amara's hair as he muttered, "It's okay, Ra, the important thing is that you can rest first. Not that Biandra doesn't drink milk, does it? She must be healthy even if she only drinks formula."

"But I wanted to give ASI sampe—"

"If the ASI doesn't come out, what else?" hatch Bian while landing a kiss on Amara's forehead. "Later you're stressed yourself. Mending is now focusing on your first, the new Biandra."

When Amara only pursed her lips, Bian landed a kiss on his wife's lips while whispering, "Get well, my Semesta. Don't make me miss you any longer, okay?"

Amara grimacing amused. "Huu .. uda met every day still say kangen. You tombal guy."

"It's not a molly, honey." Bian chuckled slightly and bit Amara's nose before finally coming back to say, "It's really a kangen. Kangen wants this ..."

Amara's body stiffened as Bian stroked her thigh until Amara reflexively deflected her husband's hand. "What the hell? Not very patient!" amara was tense and embarrassed.

However, he could not deny that Bian's touch behind the satin pants he was wearing managed to make his body heat up. The blood murmur in his body seemed to flow faster, vying to send a wild sensation that was now swarming in his brain.

And when Bian was laughing on Amara's cheeks, the man did not know that his warm breath managed to make Amara's desire more bubbling.

When she realized that Bian was trying to dampen the passion with his laughter, Amara tried to get up and divert the subject by saying, "Why do you do it every day here but never step?"

Bian took a deep breath, trying to neutralize the burst of passion that made something behind his pants squirm. After feeling relaxed, and embrace the shoulder of Amara who is now sitting next to him.

It took a lot of effort for Bian to suppress the thrill of the heat, urging the need to want him to make love to Amara. Although Amara covered half of his body with a small blanket, but still he knew very well what was hidden behind the satin pajamas that wrapped his wife's body.

Benak Bian is now filled with the poignancy of Amara's body, imagining his fingers touching every inch of his wife's soft skin. And once again he gulped with great difficulty as his throat felt dry.

So, Bian grabbed a full glass of mineral water and sipped it thirstily, hoping that the heat that was now running his body could be reduced. The idea of having sex with Amara really drove Bian almost crazy.

"The job is discussed" Bian said after a while.

Amara frowned as she recalled that she didn't even know much about her husband. "Om, what are you doing?"

Amara's plain question once again made Bian tickle. "Ganggur," said Bian lightly.

"Wine?" Amara repeated while looking up in wonder. "It's bad timing?"

"What have you ever seen me work?" Bian raises his eyebrows, seduces Amara.

"I'm serious!" grumbled Amara, then glanced at the table containing numbers and a handful of information on the laptop screen. Then his lips moved and read the information out loud, "Input and monthly expenses? Employee salary ...

When she saw that Bian was just observing her, Amara suddenly exclaimed, "Om, why don't you give me a salary?"