The Suffering of the Wife I Divorced

Chapter 45

As Bian was poking at his injured wife's index and middle fingers, Amara looked up as she grinned in pain, "Because of the knife, am I—"

"And I said no need to cook," said Bian, annoyed and worried. "You are very recalcitrant if you say, can not recite any times? I already know your condition is still unstable, still aja—"

"But the cooking is done" said Amara moody. "That's got a knife fitting again washing used cooking furniture. You don't have to snap at me like that."

Bian took out two fingers of Amara from his mouth, then observed the scratch and saw only the index finger of Amara was injured, also not so long and deep. So, he exhaled a sigh of relief mixed with regret at noticing that he was yelling at his wife.

"I'm sorry, I didn't intend to snap at you" Bian said as he guided Amara's fingers down the sink faucet, cleaning the wound under running water. "Just worry about why."

Amara did not notice Bian's hand washing his fingers with careful movement. His focus was already seized by Bian's reddened face, while the man's voice sounded stingy. In fact, she could feel the heat from Bian's body, and there was no doubt that her husband was not doing well.

"You sick, Om?" amara asked as Bian pulled out a sheet of tissue and dried Amara's hands.

"No, " said Bian as he led Amara out of the kitchen, then turned into the room towards the medicine storage box attached to the wall.

"But your body is hot" said Amara, his attention was on Bian's face that looked down and focused on wrapping Amara's fingers with plaster. "Your face is also very sharp. You have a fever, Om."

Actually, since waking up earlier Bian did feel his entire body feel lethargic, even his bones felt crumpled. That's why he refused to get up and wanted to laze in bed.

It's just that he can't ignore Alif— either, given that Alif's school is far away from Mirna's house, and there's no way he's letting the first-class kid go home by himself. Moreover, it has been more than two weeks since Bian never took Alif, which is usually the routine of Bian every day after his divorce from Yunita.

"Maybe because of cold, cold as a cold like gini," said Bian later, could not deny that he was indeed his head felt throbbing.

"Didn't you used to wander late into the morning?" ask Amara wonder.

"When we divorced, I rarely wandered around and stayed up outside" Bian explained before brushing my nose with a sheet of tissue. "If you go out, just to control the work. It was only until nine or ten o'clock. Usually grandma dropped by so loud callin I told her to go home."

"Grandma's attachments?" Amara frowned. "Your ex-wife means that?"

"Not, but Mirna," said Bian chuckling. "I told you I stayed with him when I was sick. So he'd take it with him if I wasn't home. Not to mention that Alif can't sleep if there's no me. So don't want me to go home spit."

Amara breathed a long breath. Then, grabbing Bian's hand and leading him to the dining room. Then pull one of the chairs around the long dining table, and direct Bian to sit there.

"You eat first, the baby takes medicine, keeps resting again."

Amara did not wait for Bian to answer, he immediately went to prepare the food he had just finished making.

While Bian, he sat obediently waiting for Amara. Unknowingly, her lips formed a faint smile while observing Amara's back which then disappeared behind the kitchen door.

Unable to deny Bian, Amara's attitude like that makes his heart and heart pounding behind the ribs. Despite her sometimes capricious nature and behavior, but Amara's warm, gentle honey-like attention is sweet to Bian. No wonder now that Bian felt his heart getting softer and boneless like a marshmallow.

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Actually, Biandra is not so fussy and does not have to always be carried, of course. The baby rarely cries as long as his milk needs are met, or changes a wet diaper on time.

However, since Biandra was the first biological child Bian had in his entire life, it was no wonder that the man sometimes overestimated his attention to everything that concerned his daughter.

At one o'clock in the afternoon Mirna and her daughter come to pick up Alif, then Bian can rest. It was after he repeatedly warned Mirna to keep an eye on Alif while he was on the Biandra side.

Maybe Bian's attitude is exaggerated, but Mirna— as the only big sister who owned and memorized Bian's nature, he only heard Bian's chirp with the right ear, and came out in the left ear.

Of course Mirna knows more about how to take care of babies, evident from the two Alif brothers who grew up healthy even though they were raised without a father. Although they were both not as lucky as Alif, who got the figure of a substitute father who loved him like Bian.

Amara suppresses her anxiety about Bian's current condition, hoping that the man just lacks rest— even though he is aware that Bian's experience clearly shows the man is falling ill.

While Mirna was still around, Amara was able to shift her concentration by chatting with her sister-in-law while watching the children. When Mirna came home at five in the afternoon, she forbade Amara from waking Bian up, letting the man rest.

However, only Amara and Biandra remained there. Amara could not bear to not open the door to her husband's room that was side by side with her room. He opened the door slowly, worried that the man was sleeping.

Although she did not wear home-made sandals, Amara walked on her tiptoes towards the large bed where Bian lay on her stomach.

"Nr ..." Amara could barely even hear her lips make a sound when she saw Bian's face growing red. So, he automatically leaned in and cupped his palms on the man's forehead.

Whether because Amara's hands feel cold, or maybe Bian who is not so slick, Amara's movement makes Bian's lashes flick. Slowly, the man opened his eyes. His gaze was a little blurry because his eyes were watering due to the overheating body temperature.

"Amara," Bian said in a soft mutter, his voice sounding stingy as well as hoarse. Then the man closed his eyes again. "Honey, Alif's home?"

"Udah just now." Amara sat on the edge of the bed holding out a hand to grab the blanket that covered Bian's slightly shivering body. "You're hot, don't get too closed. His body temperature is increasing. Want to go to doctor—"

"Darling, this mallem you both slept with Biandra back then, huh?" hatch Bian while holding Amara's hand.

Amara looked at Bian who was still closing her eyes. He pulled his hand from Bian's grasp, then stroked the man's cheek, which was clearly as hot as Bian's forehead.

"Why?" amara said softly. "You slept in my room together. Let me take care of you too."

Bian smiled softly as he reopened his eyes. Then, then he got up and inched to sit leaning on the head of the bed.

"I have a cold, I'm afraid you're the same Biandra even keterindang," said Bian while leaning over and grabbing a tissue coat on the nightstand, grabbing a few sheets of tissue to squeeze the nose.

"But if you need anything how?" Concerns about coloring Amara's voice. "Kan Biandra sleeps in her bed, you sleep in mattress—"

"Hey, if you're following a cold, later Biandra is afraid of it as well," Bian explained gently as he looked into Amara's agitated eyes. "Don't worry, it's just a cold, really. I can still get up if I need anything. You break—"

"But you're a messian." Amara could not hide the look on her face that clearly showed concern about Bian's condition. "Go to the hospital, huh?"