The Suffering of the Wife I Divorced

Chapter 44

While Bian went to pick up Alif, after bathing Biandra, Amara began to feel her stomach wrapped around her.

Indeed, lately Amara's appetite is not good. However, it did not mean that he could not put anything in his mouth at all.

Since she gave birth, usually at breakfast Bian always prepares a glass of milk and biscuits, boiled eggs, fresh bread with strawberry jam, Bian always prepare a glass of milk and biscuits, boiled eggs, fresh bread with strawberry jam, or fried rice with beef-eye eggs that are sometimes only eaten for one or two mouthfuls.

This time, they wake up later, and Mirna calls him to get Bian to pick up Alif. So, no wonder if there is no breakfast that is usually prepared by her husband. No wonder Amara is really hungry right now.

After putting on diapers and a series of freshly bathed Biandra clothes, she first made 30 ml of milk and put Biandra to bed in a crib.

Then, then rushed down to the kitchen, intending to prepare breakfast for himself and Bian who had gone straight to Alif's school. It's just, there is no food stock on the dining table— even if it's just plain bread.

When he opened the fridge, he had only fruits and a row of eggs in the door cabinet. Not a solid food to fill his stomach that was unusually rumbling. However, he still grabbed a praise apple and washed it.

While biting the apple, Amara returned to the room and looked for a cell phone to contact Bian. Luckily, the call was answered without having to wait.

"Hallo, Ra? Why?" Bian's voice from across the call sounded unpretentious with the boisterous children. Shortly after, the sound of the car door closing, then the noise vanished when Bian asked again, "What's wrong?"

"I'm hungry" said Amara, chewing an apple bite and galloping towards the box, making sure Biandra had fallen asleep again. "Is Alif out yet?"

"It just disperse ... mm, what would you like for breakfast? Let me bring you before I go home."

"I want to cook, I want to eat home-cooked food" Amara said before returning to bite her apple. "You're still in school, aren't you?"

"Yes, this just got in the car. Don't cook everything, Ra. You still haven't healed yet. I brought you some food, huh?" Bian's voice sounded soft. "You what? Nasi uduk, porridge, fried chicken, soto, or—"

"I want asem vegetables to know tempe bacem, Om," said Amara hurriedly. "I want to cook myself. You buy the ingredients first, all the same spice— on nothing I saw in the refrigerator."

"Where's the buy?" Bian's voice sounded doubtful.

"You used to make dishes where to buy the ingredients?"

"Where am I cooking myself while taking care of Biandra with you?" bian protest bluntly. "That's buying everything, telling people to buy food. That's why I said just buy the one, huh?"

"No, ah!" Amara insists. "Udah deh, you can still be in school, usually like there are vegetable makers who are mobbed by mothers. Buy the material there. Don't forget also the seasoning, chili, onion, garlic, candlenut, brown sugar …"

Amara paused her sentence when she remembered that Bian had the basis of a chef, who could be sure to know what was needed. So, he again said, "You bought three thousand— each"

"Ra, uh .. I really have to go to the greengrocer to buy three thousand spices. Mending told me to test my guts, Ra, instead of buying like that."

"I just don't want to know. Ntar fitting home you should bring what I—"

"Ra, uh .. embarrassed to know I should …."

"You don't love me, Om! The time I just want to eat kayak is also not sampean. What if I ask for something else?"

After saying that, Amara immediately ended the side call, not wanting to hear any comment from Bian. For some reason, Amara's heart was slightly racing, slightly upset to hear Bian reject her request.

However, Amara's annoyance did not last long because soon the man came carrying large plastic bags. Of course with Alif wearing a red and white uniform, complete with a black Transformer hat and backpack on his back.

At that time, Amara was in the kitchen and peeling freshly boiled eggs. So, when Bian went straight to the kitchen and put the groceries on the table, of course Amara was surprised to see how many vegetables Bian bought.

Before Amara could say, Bian grumbled grimly first, "Next time don't say I don't love it just because I don't want to go to the greengrocer."

Amara smiled amusedly at Bian's expression full of excitement. While biting the boiled egg that he just peeled, Amara took out the groceries and laughed at the various vegetables and seasonings that Bian bought.

"This is the roof of a kilo-sekilo, a lot of very?" amara asked as she chuckled after swallowing the egg she chewed.

"Then you know buy three thousand doang that," complained Bian as he approached Amara, then held his wife's hand and devoured the rest of the boiled eggs Amara ex while muttering with a mouth full of food, "I'm hungry."

Amara's words were interrupted when Bian suddenly kissed her on the lips and held the woman's nape. He was a little sluggish when the man not only kissed, but also poked his lips for a few seconds— until Amara's breath was stuck in the throat.

Realizing the shock in Amara's eyes that immediately patted Bian's chest, then Bian removed the link of their lips.

Jemari Bian wiped Amara's lips, while she smirked cunningly as she said, "Don't bite your marks, your lips only I kiss. Still wanna say I'm a slob?"

"It's not a matter of the kiss," he sighed as he threw a sharp glint at the kitchen door. "But there was Alif, what if suddenly the boy came in? Find out what his job is."

"No way, he's off hoe—"

Not yet finished Bian spoke, Alif suddenly appeared while exclaiming, "Bun, which Biandra?"

"Well, right .. This is what I'm worried about. Habit, if nyosor likes to not know the place."

"Like me, same wife. Halal," Bian muttered softly as he smiled, teasing Amara.

Amara clenched her lips, trying not to respond to Bian's temptation. Then looked over and looked down at Alif with a smile. "Biandra's sleeping again like, just look up."

"Isn't it okay for Alif to enter Mother's room?" ask Alif polo.

"It's okay, see Biandra, right?" sahut Amara soft.

"Yes, Alif gemes same Biandra, kayak doll pengen—"

"Don't be pinched, inget," Bian said, reminding seriously. "You're a habit if you like to play pinch-nubit. Thia tea on her red-red hands you pinch it on."

Amara turned her head to Bian as she said anxiously, "You're going to go. I'll cook first."

"You're the one with the kids, let me be .." Bian's words were interrupted when he sneezed hard to make Amara and Alif surprised. "Let me just cook—"

"No! I haven't cooked for a long time." Amara waved her hand, telling Bian and Alif to get out of the kitchen immediately. "There, you're busy making Biandra. I'll call you when you're done cooking."

Bian only pursed his lips in a kiss before turning around and leaving the kitchen.

So, Amara could concentrate on cooking the food that was in her shadow. For more than two weeks he himself has not enjoyed his hand-made dishes, which he thinks taste much more satisfying than fast food.

After all, even though Amara did not have special knowledge in the culinary field, but he was more satisfied because he knew what ingredients he cooked.

Not that Amara took care of her health too much starting from how to take care of what she ate, but armed with her experience working for others, armed with her previous husband who always demanded about the taste of food, and the taste of food, inevitably Amara's tongue is trained and can distinguish between the taste of ordinary food, which is special.

While peeking at what she was cooking, Amara frowned when she faintly heard Bian sneezing again. Then, he recalled Bian's slightly lethargic facial features when he came home to pick up Alif, while the man's body temperature was even slightly hotter than usual.

It managed to make Amara anxious and wonder in her heart, is her husband sick?

These thoughts made Amara remember that since she gave birth, Bian also often stayed up at night to care for Biandra. Moreover, during Amara's stay in the villa, she was well aware that the man was indeed totally taking care of Biandra as well as herself.

Indeed, sometimes Amara thought it was imperative that Bian help her take care of Biandra, even more so because the man was not by her side when she was pregnant with their child.

However, thinking about the possibility of Bian being sick from fatigue, of course Amara was also worried and felt unbearable. These thoughts made Amara accelerate what he was working on. It's just that, after he finished and was washing used cooking utensils, Amara's fingers were scratched by a sharp knife that he just rinse.

Amara's startled cry seemed to be heard all the way to the top floor, as soon as Bian appeared in a hurry and found his wife complaining of pain while squeezing the fingers in front of her stomach.

"What a scream …." Bian did not finish his words when he saw Amara's fingers bleeding. In a panic, he hurriedly approached the woman and grabbed Amara's left hand.

Bian was unaware that the panic had made his tone turn a little high when he asked, "Why can I believe this anyway?"