The Suffering of the Wife I Divorced

Chapter 37

Bian coughed at Amara's question. "I don't have a salary, Ra."

"But that's why you pay thirty employees" said Amara while pointing to a list of the names of a handful of people as small as nominal and bonuses they get. "I'm asking for a salary."

Bian was stunned to see Amara raise her hand.

"The shopping money I gave you last week is less, huh, Ra?" bian asked amusedly, and was surprised because Amara had never discussed financial matters before. In fact, he used to be shocked beyond measure when he gave a certain amount of shopping money to the woman.

"Twelve million outside the budget of all the Biandra needs, not enough, huh, Ra?" bian continued gently, worried that he did not know what Amara needed. "Try to tell me what your needs are that I don't know."

Amara frowned, seemingly thinking for a moment. "But it's all shopping money" Amara said lightly. "I want the same salary. I'm asking for my salary that you don't pay."

"Darling, do you know what salary means?"

"Pay the people we work with?"

"Yeps, to be exact, a wage paid over a fixed period of time or a remuneration received by workers in the form of money based on a certain time" Bian explained calmly. "So, if you're talking about asking for a salary, I don't know what salary you mean. I do not feel I have ever hired you, or .. mm, before we have never had a negotiation or employment agreement that—"

"Who am I to not work for?" Amara nodded fiercely. "You owe me a lot! Now I want to collect everything."

"Needle?" Bian was stunned to see Amara's earnest facial expression. "Ra, what the hell else does this mean? Now, to discuss salary, now to discuss debt? I've dealt with what until you're sure I have debt? This is how I feel about dealing with loan sharks again?"

"Many, Om, many ..." Amara raised her chin and looked at Bian arrogantly.

"For example?" Bian raised next to an eyebrow, urging an explanation he could not understand at all.

"When you gave me nine million, when you said you wanted to go to Bali with your wife and son for eleven days, you promised to spare all day for me if you'd gone home—"

"Ra, I've been almost two weeks with you all day, when you still want to bring—"

"Dengerin first!" gerutu Amara was upset.

So, Bian observed Amara while holding back the amused highlight. Bian looked at Amara fixedly as he waited for a thread that would roll on his wife's rancid lips.

"Now, yeah, horrifying ... If eleven days of your departure is equal to one day for me, I estimate that we will be separated for two hundred and twenty days, which means your time debt to me is twenty days ..."

Amara glared at Bian as the man almost laughed at him, and as Bian clenched his lips, he again continued, "Because we are only at peace today, so when you were almost two weeks ago, I considered it scorched. Means your debt is still twenty days, which if I multiply it by nine million ... mm, berent ... I pinjem calculators—"

Bian held out his phone and watched Amara sum up the numbers, before long Amara grinned widely while looking at Bian.

Amara let out a long sigh before continuing, "Not to mention the cost of the loss you caused when accusing me of illness. The cost of a complete TORCH test is almost three million, the cost goes back and forth to the laboratory, monthly pregnancy immunization to the health center, buy ice along with me during the trip. Plus the cost of maternity clothes, the cost of gas tide wages at home is the same as carrying gallons of time you do not exist, which if I calculate all the total so—"

Amara fell silent and looked at Bian solemnly.

"So how much, honey?" bian asked who could no longer bear to laugh at Amara's series of explanations.

"That's a lot of you," Amara furrowed her brows. "Himself. I'm bego if it counts."

Bian ruffled Amara's hair and pulled the woman into a hug while whispering, "When have you been counting? I still want to fit the first time we met, five hundred thousand money aja you still keep diem-diem two hundred thousand in my jacket pocket."

Amara looked up and looked at Bian seriously. "Since I knew that the thirty million debts my ex-husband left in the bank, it turned out to be paid the same self-esteem, suffering, disappointment, tears that were wasted, not to mention the accumulated cost of the pain of missing you."

Bian cupped his palms across Amara's cheeks, staring into the depths of Amara's bead eyes after the woman finished speaking. Finally he understood, not the money Amara was discussing, but a beam of disappointment that seemed still lingering at the bottom of his wife's heart.

Bian did not comment much, he chose to get up from the seat and reached out to Amara to stand up.

A moment later, the man carried Amara in a single jolt. The surprised Amara of course immediately held on by wrapping both hands around the man's neck.

While darting through the room towards the room, Amara looked up and looked at Bian with a questioning expression, "So, you already have an estimate of how much total debt you have to pay? You have a lot of debt, right?"

"Yes, you're right, I owe you a lot. Now ... my money, means your money," said Bian as he opened the room door wide with his feet. "Don't talk about money anymore, because all I have now is for you. Not only about money, but also my time, my treasure, my soul, my heart, my love, my love, my care, my life, and my breath, all for you, my wife."

Although Amara's lips formed a small smile, but her eyes felt spicy when she saw the look of Bian's eyes radiating undeniable affection.

"Really?" amara asked quietly as Bian laid her body on the bed. "You're not afraid I'll steal your money and all your possessions, and I'll go?"

Bian gave a small smile as he wrapped Amara's body muttering, "What I fear is not that his treasure is stolen and taken away, but that he is afraid of losing his own. Because in fact, everything I have can't entertain me when you're not around, when we're not together."

"Lying" Amara commented as she pulled Bian's hand to sit next to her. "Can't get all of it? In fact, the time we passed was short. It shouldn't be me who makes you lonely. Could be the figure of Tiara, who said almost ten years of dating you. Or Yuanita, who has obviously been your life force for ten years. I don't know what your heart is like?"

Bian smiled bitterly as he held Amara's hand, squeezing his wife's fingers as if he did not know what to do for Amara to believe, that what he said was not a lie.

"No matter how long they've been by my side," Bian said eventually hesitantly. "In fact, no matter how short your presence and our togetherness was— all not comparable to people who are not now in my life. Which I cannot have, which I cannot have, which I do not want, and which ..."

Bian leaned over to gently land a kiss on Amara's forehead while continuing, "And the greatest gift they can't love me, and you're the only one who loves that happiness. You persevere to hum my son alone, where there is actually an option for you to g*g*rin him. But you choose to survive in the middle of the storm even though I am not beside you. That's all enough to be the reason that you have your own place in my heart, which no one can match. Believe it?"