The Suffering of the Wife I Divorced

Chapter 38

Amara wanted to jump and dance happily as Bian showered his face with a sweet kiss. However, Amara chose to let the heart behind her ribs explode happily because of Bian—'s attitude even though she herself could feel her cheeks unusually hot after hearing what her husband said.

Amara hugged the back of Bian's head as the man's lips twitched against his neck.

"But I'm ugly" complained Amara while avoiding the aroma of menthol shampoo and Bian's sweat which somehow feels comfortable. "Your ex is beautiful, his wallet is big, his butt is big. Her hair is nice, can take a car, her clothes are nice, her watch is nice, her bag looks expensive, her body is high—"

"He wears twelve inches of high heels, darling," Bian said, laughing between pay*d*ra Amara. "Originally mah short—"

"Where's Tiara waiting?"

Bian did not know how to respond to Amara, and did not understand where his wife's extraordinary speech was draining his mind.

"All women are beautiful and have their own uniqueness, it is difficult if—"

"Do you agree that I say I'm ugly?" Amara pushed Bian's shoulder as the man kissed her. "You are ah, not cool. Can a little lie be? I know that Tiara is similar to Nabila Syakieb, the same body of Yuanita's face is similar to Aura Kasih, I wonder what?"

Finally Bian could not stop his laughter when he realized that his wife was sulking. Realizing that their meeting with Yuanita actually made Amara again insecure.

Without stopping his laughter, Bian pinched Amara's chin furiously before finally saying, "You're jealous of my past?"

"No!"

"Oh, kirain is jealous," seduced Bian with a mischievous smile, a little arrogant because he realized that Amara was being jealous. "I used to be jealous of my wife, but—"

"If I'm jealous, why?" Amara.

Bian looked at Amara for a while, looking around for the woman's eyes before she finally returned to kiss the wife's rosy lips.

For a while, Amara did not rebel when Bian****** her lips were intensely, while one of the man's hands was tucked into Amara's neck. Bian kissed Amara's lips with a soft caress, then he himself pulled away as the sensation in his body became more excruciating.

"If you're jealous" continued Bian, holding his breath. "Kayak that way. There is a pleasure in seeing the way you reveal jealousy by getting spoiled by me. I feel like I'm the most needed person. And I'm I'm happy that you need me."

Amara narrowed her eyes and looked at Bian mischievously. "If so, I want a hair color like Yuanita—"

"No!" bian said firmly, his tone turned unhappy when Amara actually thought about it. "Do you want to identify yourself with that woman? You are much more valuable and better, you are perfect in your own way. There's nothing you can emulate from a lady like—"

"But I want to be beautiful! Going to the salon, to the dermatologist and the genitals, the same to the women's beauty clinic," said Amara annoyed. "Facial, manicure— pedicure, body acne, face acne, Miss V— nurse so you don't smitten other girls, not other girl lyrics. You're Om-om easy target for the chilies, you know?! I don't want to be jealous if you're outside. You know what, Om?!"

Bian did not know if he should be angry because of Amara's shrill voice at night, or touched because Amara discussed things in such detail with him.

"When exactly do you want to do a series of treatments?" Bian's voice was softly pampering, aware that Amara's desire was clearly aimed at her.

"No idea!" grute Amara moody. "Kan kayak must have been a long time ago. Biandra must have been left behind again, to her nudes I'm a selfish mother. Kayak ngutamain that rather than keep his son at home. I didn't, I made it here with a negligee! If you want to find a clear-cut look just there on the outside!"

Bian let out a long breath, facing Amara emotionally was much more difficult than resolving the affairs of the land in dispute.

"Call the salon guy in here tomorrow, huh?" bian said after thinking hard. "Later if you've been a little light, just went to the dermatologist and genitals. I've never been a girl, so don't know what stage you mean, honey."

"It's easy, Ra." Bian's voice contained resignation and helplessness. "The point is, what you just called, what you want, do not be burdened. Small problems do not get exaggerated. By the way, don't be angry. You're gonna be stressed, Ra."

"Jude, tomorrow I want to."

"Yes, I will ask for help to get the salon to come here," said Bian after exhaling a sigh of relief.

"Just like a gymnastics instructor if you can" Amara added.

"You want a manicure pedicure while prancing around, Ra?" Bian frowned.

"Not now, but—"

Amara's words were interrupted when I heard the villa guard call Bian and say, "Sir, this is his HP left outside, from earlier the sound continues."

Then her husband stood up and immediately went out of the room. Shortly thereafter Bian returned while talking to someone across the line. Amaral can't guess who called Bian in the middle of the night like this.

However, seeing Bian's eyebrows intertwined, Amara guessed something must be happening. Especially when you hear Bian growling with a non-wearing voice, "Can't you just take care of it? It's two o'clock, I need a break."

Amara observed Bian's expression grow frowning, then again replied, "Jaudah, wait for the expanse."

"What's wrong?" ask Amara, who is now sitting down, worried that something serious happened to anyone who contacted Bian that late.

"There is an operation to catch the hands of people who are using narcoboys in my village," complained Bian annoyed while pocketing a cell phone into a pants pocket. "I have to get there first. It's just people."

"But you're tired, Om," commented Amara. "Can't you handle it with your workers?"

"Adeku said the authorities need to meet the same who has a villa," grumbled Bian sourly. "The problem is, the tight guest has been renting my villa for over a month. It's too bad if there's some business like this."

Amara knew, Bian also seemed reluctant to leave. However, the situation required her husband to leave that late.

"Here hug first," said Amara as she reached out with both hands when she saw Bian's face turning tangled.

Initially, Bian was still irritated at having to leave when he should have been resting with his wife. However, having Amara hug and kiss her, there was an inevitable warmth that enveloped Bian's trough of heart.

So, he hugged his wife and showered affectionate kisses on Amara's face. "Had to sleep, don't wait for me. But I'll just have to go home if it's over."

Amara nodded and kissed Bian's cheek once more. "The staff went straight home, too" Amara said attentively. "Be careful with the car, don't speed. You're lacking rest."

"I want my wife's message" said Bian, and once again landed a kiss on Amara's lips. "This is a kiss for Biandra."

However, Bian's kiss was a little long. In fact, the man took the time to puff Amara's lips. After a while, Amara patted Bian on the shoulder and removed her husband's lip paging while grumbling, "A chance in Narrowness you mah. Where's a kiss for a lustful Biandra like that?"

"Oh, if so this one is for Biandra," whispered Bian as he landed a kiss on Amara's forehead. "Sleep well, my dear angels."