The Suffering of the Wife I Divorced

Chapter 4

"Why do you tell me to go home anyway, Ra?" bian complained slowly.

She dared not speak in a high voice as usual, especially when the baby was in Bian's arms, between the folds of her left hand.

Bian realized, this is not the first time he held a baby, of course. Previously, she had been taking care of Alif— her adopted child since the child was one day old.

However, of course, the baby girl who is being given to him is different. The baby was her biological child, although in fact she was still quite surprised when yesterday Amara's father came and told her that Amara was going to give birth to their child.

To this day, it seems a little hard to believe.

How not?

After months he did not meet the woman and her parents, suddenly Amara came to bring the news.

So, it may be natural if at first Bian difficult to believe what Amara said.

Not without reason, but he reflected on his household with Yuanita, who survived nearly ten years without obtaining offspring.

However, with Amara, only a few times sleeping with her, the woman easily gave her offspring.

If only the person who reported it to him was someone else, maybe Bian could reject — or suspect the possibility of the baby Amara conceived is not his child.

However, when Mr. Amara himself told Amara news from the time of their divorce, he felt very sure the old man did not tell a lie.

After hearing the explanation at length, Bian immediately decided to meet Amara— although at first he was a little anxious to see the look of hatred that emanated from the look of Amara's eyes.

All the prejudices about Amara's hatred evaporated at the sight of the woman suffering greatly, no different from the suffering she endured during her separation from the woman.

Then, the radiance of longing and pain that appeared in Amara's eyes managed to damage Bian's heart. There is no doubt to believe how much Amara missed him all this time.

"Well, you came to the midwife yesterday from three in the afternoon." Amara's words managed to disperse Bian's daydream. "It's five o'clock in the afternoon, you're usually never more than twenty-four—"

"But I've only been in this house for ten minutes, Ra," said Bian as he looked at Amara who was sitting leaning against a pillow stacked high on the bed.

"Don't count the time" continued Bian bitterly. "Don't equate to the same situation now as before. Everything is different. I can stay here for whatever I—"

"What's different?" amara ketus. "Status that we are no longer husband and wife? That you've fallen I'm a talak?"

Bian turned a little tense hearing the fact. The fact that made him realize that they no longer had the bond as before, except only as the parents of the baby.

Bian realized, since yesterday Amara was indeed being very rude. Even most of the sentences spoken by the woman were in the form of insults and swearing, but she also understood that it was Amara's way of expressing annoyance at her.

Deep down, Bian was well aware that Amara was deliberately rude— as if she was still venting her emotions.

And Bian was very appreciative of the woman's attitude, especially after seeing how Amara bet her life, swallowed the fear and pain of giving birth to their child.

"Five more minutes, huh? I still miss my son," Bian finally said in a soft voice.

Then Bian fell silent, remembering a few months ago Amara had said that when she was going home. And now she could understand how Amara felt when she asked Bian for more time, while he could not meet the request of Amara — and then add injuries with the last meeting that immediately dropped the talaq on the woman.

The idea left Bian stunned, aware of the too great a wound he had inflicted on the woman. Then the pain crawled Bian's heart feathers, getting bigger and making his whole body feel pain.

Finally Bian walked to the bed, handing the red baby to Amara carefully.

Then kiss her cheeks emotionally while muttering, "Don't be fussy, don't make things difficult for your mother, yeah, son. Later—"

"Yes, don't be like your father who just made Mommy die" Amara added with a laugh full of insinuations.

Bian raised his face and looked at Amara, looking around for the look in the eyes of the woman who was reluctant to return her gaze.

"Ra ...," said Bian as he stroked Amara's cheek to look at her. "What do you want me to do now?"

"Back home!" amara said cynically. "I'm going to sleep."

"You know that's not what I mean, Ra." Bian exhaled slowly. "You're home alone, why can't I be here over—"

"If you are here, then my parents are just as awkward as coming here" concluded Amara, unfriendly.

He looked back at the baby in his arms. "I've been normal without your presence for a few months. So, do not try to start again giving comfort to me, if in the end it will be left just right again unfortunately. Just so you know ... Unfortunately I'm with you, I can't keep ngizininin you do as you please. This heart is not a fantasy world!"

"Amara," said Bian wrongly. "I ... a-I promise I won't leave or—"

"No need to make a promise that in the end it's just to be denied." Amara gulped with difficulty as she continued, "Last time you promised me that you would spare all day, in the end you never even kept that promise. Instead of giving time one day after being left fourteen days without being able to be contacted, you instead gave me a talak one. I know I'm just your mistress, but you can't seem like that either. Don't you think because I'm already a baby, you can continue to act as—"

"Slowly speaking, Ra," said Bian softly. "I'm not letting you get angry with me. But your emotions are excessive, your baby's kasian if you keep on—"

"How should I go?" Amara grumbled until her teeth cracked. "Should you pretend to be happy, and greet you with a smile after getting what you did to me? I have to laugh with a crybaby while giving my baby and the universe if I've been okay all along? If I've been happy all along after divorcing her husband for no reason ..."

"Ah, anj!" continued Amara while exhaling a rough breath. "Geez, Bian, you go now. I can get a blood ride if you keep going here."

Bian exhaled a heavy breath. He stood up, but his gaze was still fixed on Amara's face which was now turning red.

"I'm home" said Bian. "But in the future you don't limit me if I want to meet my son, I'm not—"

"You ever give me the same chance to complain about your unfair time?" Amara looked bitterly at Bian. "Even never once you are fair give me more time like you spend time for the first wife and—"

"Ra, I'm so sorry for my wife."