The Suffering of the Wife I Divorced

Chapter 42

"Even on your wedding day, I'm still trying to come. I still can't accept the fact that you belong to someone else" continued Bian with a stumbling block. "But your parents know exactly how to be alert. People say I got drunk because I lost you. I don't drink, I don't drink, but I'm not drunk. I want everything ..."

Bian's breathing turned heavy as he continued, "But, it turns out that Benny was told by your parents to make me so as not to come to your wedding, so as not to riot or make trouble and take you away. Damn it, Benny's reckless about my bike. Good thing only my toes are broken, not my life ... Tiara, after that incident, is it natural that my parents nahan me so as not to fight you again? Naturally not if he was afraid his son died just because of love died the same girl who was destined not for him?"

Tiara was flabbergasted and wide-eyed as she looked up at Bian. "Bi, you ... Benny ...."

"Yes, not only are you suffering, I am the same." Bian exhaled a long breath, at once relieved as if a large chunk had been lifted from his heart. "So, Tiara .. is not really ridiculous if at that time I want to fight you who have become the wife of people, which is ridiculous I get no matter my condition, I do not care, then I realized my parents would be really upset if I died because of losing you?"

"Bi, I don't know what you passed after—"

"That's the past, which I said was not worth remembering," Bian said with a bitter smile, and then gently wiped Tiara's cheeks wet with tears. "Don't cry anymore, huh? Learn more mature, and understand if not all we want will surely we dapetin. There are your children, who I believe will be the source of your happiness now. We live our lives each —"

"But I need you, Bi," Tiara said expectantly as she wrapped both hands around Bian's neck.

"I know, but my wife and son now need me far more than you do" said Bian, still trying to control his increasingly tense body.

"But he's just an adopted son—"

"Tiara, there's a lot of things you don't know about me, that you might just be horrifying my household with my first wife." Bian attempts to remove Tiara's hand from her neck. Once again he sighed deeply and exhaled slowly as he stepped back, eroding the distance between the two of them— even though he saw the woman getting more injured.

"But it's hard to get your replacement, Bi."

"Yet, Tiara, it's not hard." Bian smiled gently as he ruffled Tiara's hair. "It's time you met that guy. I don't know when, but that's for sure. Your new journey hasn't started yet, has it? You haven't officially divorced your husband, have you?"

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Bian managed to arrive home when the time showed at five o'clock in the morning, exactly as Amara reminded him.

Luckily, Julie shows up and informs Tiara that her son has not been able to sleep— since her mother was led to the police station.

Of course, it managed to free Bian from the efforts of Tiara who again held him back.

In the past, Bian rarely had trouble coming home when he was meeting Tiara, but that was it. Along the way, Bian thought about what made him unbearable when he saw the look in Tiara's eyes. It was as if the woman had just vented all the suffering that Bian did not know.

Those thoughts continued to linger in Bian's mind as he explored the steps leading up to the second floor. Then, the thought of Tiara evaporated as Bian opened the door and found Amara curled up while hugging Biandra.

A thick, fluffy blanket rolled over Amara's calf, and Bian estimates the woman appears to have repeatedly woken up. Then, circumstances again drag Bian to the reality of Amara. He told himself what he had done to the woman.

The woman Bian once again forces to enter into her life with the remnants of happiness she may still have. If Bian thinks his past is so terrible, then what about Amara who was hysterical at the hospital last afternoon?

Bian walked back to the bed, pulled the blanket and covered Amara's body. Although Bian's movements were so careful, but still it made Amara aghast with wide eyes at once. For a moment, surprise clearly colored Amara.

Then, then the woman exhaled a sigh of relief— despite her face pouting with sticky-looking eyes.

"Home home?" asked Amara in a hoarse voice. When he saw Bian just nod, he closed his eyes again. "I'm ready for hot water in the tub. You haven't had a shower yesterday afternoon, haven't slept either. Take a shower let's get some sleep."

There was warmth and guilt that hit Bian's heart. How could the woman still take the time to pay attention to Bian, while Amara's own condition needs more attention?

"Thank you, Ra." Bian leaned in and landed a brief kiss on Amara's forehead before darting off to the bathroom.

In the past, Bian usually never took a shower when he came home in the morning. He chose to go straight to sleep, no matter how long the sweat wrapped around his body.

Now, when things were prepared Amara— things that Yunita did not do as long as they lived the household life, it felt like there was no reason for Bian to sleep in such a body condition.

After bathing and morning prayers, Bian is ready to join the bed with his wife and child. When he shifted Biandra to the other side of the bed, Bian's gaze was fixed on two empty small-sized milk bottles, above the small thermos nightstand, the Biandra milk cans, and on the other side of the bed, half a glass of drinking water was left, also strips Diazepam— of the drug the doctor prescribed to help Amara rest.

Wads of tissue under the table seemed to justify Bian's assumption that Amara was crying again. Perhaps the woman was too frustrated because her ASI did not come out, as evidenced by the breast pump lying between the tissue clots.

Bian lies on his stomach between Amara and Biandra, flanked by two women who are now part of his life.

"My girl" said Bian as he touched his nose on the little cheek of a sleeping Biandra. "Build a stretch of dong, first cementin Ayah—"

Bian's speech was interrupted when a clap landed on his shoulder accompanied by Amara's grumbling voice, "I just slept. Don't wake up Biandra, uh!"