The Suffering of the Wife I Divorced

Chapter 46

Bian couldn't help but smile to find his wife so caring. She raised her hand and gently stroked Amara's hair while saying, "If you are sick, I will definitely go to the doctor. It's just a common cold, don't be too—"

"But the body is hot, Om," complained Amara. "God, go to the same hospital that guards the villa, huh?"

Bian's hand turned to Amara's chin, pinching her in a frenzy while chuckling lightly. "Good my wife," praised Bian who then pursed his lips to form a kiss, refraining from landing a kiss on the lips of the wife. "Take it to the hospital. If enough rest this malem after taking the medicine again, who knows tomorrow also healed. Aye, right?"

Amara finally hesitated. "Don't be sick for long" said Amara gloomily. "You want me to prepare what to eat malem? Or now what? Want me to peel the fruit? I'll cut melons or apples, will you?"

"Honey, uh .. don't bother, you're tired of taking care of Biandra. I can take it myself if I want anything. I think I'm a kid to be treated to sampe—"

"The team is kasian, right," said Amara once again innocently. He then refuses and searches for something, then finds Bian's phone on the nightstand.

Grabbing the phone and putting it next to Bian, Amara said with the inevitable anxiety, "You rest again. Later if you need anything, you just spam the call, huh? I'm afraid I won't hear you calling me."

For a moment, Bian could only stare at Amara fixedly. Then, then he exhaled a long breath and smiled, hoping that his smile did not look weak— as weak as every joint in the body that actually felt crumbling and helpless.

"Hey, my wife," said Bian softly. "So much attention from you, Ra. I love you, my Red Cherry."

If only Amara could see how her cheeks met when she heard the word 'I love you' spoken by her husband in a gentle manner, maybe she would immediately cover her face with both palms, hiding the red hue that radiated on his cheeks.

Although Amara could not see how his face looked now, but the pounding of his heart that was currently jumping around was not pleasant, and a sense of heat that began to creep around the face, he could confirm that his current face was definitely as red as a Cherry fruit, as Bian had said.

If only Bian did not say he did not want to be close together first because of fear Amara contracted the flu, maybe Amara has jumped into Bian's arms and kissed her husband. Or, at least he could say 'I love you yoo' to his man.

However, for some reason Amara's brain now feels empty, as if his heart is concentrating on enjoying joy because of the words of the husband. So that his lips feel locked tightly, unable to say a series of words to reply to Bian's words.

Bian coughed small, aware that his wife was nervous. In fact, he could have guessed Amara looked clumsy and misbehaved. Bian's conjecture is proven when Amara suddenly woke up from the edge of the bed while pulling his hand in the grasp of the husband.

"I want to take a shower, all ready to eat for the mall," said Amara, who should not have been nervous about her husband's remarks.

However, still he was a little unable to withstand the blasts of happy sensations that made his heart flowery.

So, when she darted away from Bian's room and closed the door, it was no wonder that Amara reflexively jumped up and down in excitement while refraining from yelling, 'I love you too, Oom Handsomeku!'

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"My HP is dead, Ra. I said I could do it myself if there was nothing."

Once again Bian replied when Amara for the umpteenth time told him to call if he needed something at night.

"How will someone call you?" amara asked after putting down a glass of drinking water for Bian before he went to bed, considering that it was now almost ten in the evening.

"That's exactly why I want his HP to be killed, I don't want anyone to disturb. I want a complete break so that tomorrow will soon be—"

"Where do you want to go if you don't want to go to the hospital?" grute Amara moody. "Then just ngandelin doang flu reliever?"

The corner of Bian's lips twitched a small smile. "Sleep, gih, honey. Kasian Biandra is alone in the room." Bian pursed his lips to form a kiss on Amara who was standing by the door. "Titip hugs kiss him."

"No!" push Amara pouting. "Help kiss yourself. That's why it doesn't hurt long."

"Not a day yet, dear."

"It can't be more than a day."

Bian chuckled while shaking his head. "Who wants to be sick for a long time? Udah, sleep there .. you from earlier do not want to diem, pacing back and forth here rich ironing is not sparse. Kangen hugged, huh?"

"Medes!" Amara turned the eyeballs, reluctantly admitting that she still wanted to be with her husband. "Anyways, if you need anything, you shout if his HP is killed. I didn't close the door."

Amara did not give Bian a chance to recite his words. He immediately darted away to his room, letting Bian rest himself— even though he actually wanted to be with the man.

When the time showed almost two o'clock in the morning, Bian woke up because of the esophagus that felt dry— while his body temperature was getting hotter, and accompanied by his head throbbing increasingly intense.

He inched to a seat and grabbed a glass of drinking water that Amara had provided. However, it seems that the water is not enough to wet his throat that is completely dry.

Bian clenched his jaw and sat on the edge of the bed with his legs dangling on the cold floor. Then, when he turned to the one seater sofa to look for a sweater in the corner of the bed, he found Amara sleeping curled up on the sofa.

The main light was deliberately extinguished, but the sleeping lights located on both nightstands on the side of the bed were left on. The dim light was able to make Bian's eyes to look at Amara for a while.

The woman who wrapped her body in a baby blanket slept curled up like a ball. Cuddled while hugging both knees, while his face was covered as part of his hair that was left to be broken just like that.

Bian doesn't know when the woman moved there. However, her heart could not help but melt into Amara's attitude and attention that seemed to be trying to stand by her side.

Bian is not a child who needs that kind of attention and supervision. However, which man is not happy to get such attention from his own wife?

So, no wonder if Bian increasingly understand what is in Amara, both outside and from within— regardless of the attitude of the woman was a little stubborn.

Although his body feels hot as well as shivering, Bian forced to get up and displace the body to take drinking water.

For a moment, he was tempted to see if Biandra woke— considering Amara chose to accompany him.

However, given his condition like this, Bian undoes his intentions and hurried to the kitchen. Seeing Amara's readiness, Bian believes the woman has already prepared what Biandra needs.

Amara hopes Bian will recover quickly and come back refreshed like yesterday. However, that hope was dashed when he woke up at four in the morning and found Bian's body getting hotter.

Worse, her husband even seemed to have trouble opening his eyes and continued to fumble in his sleep.

Without much thought, Amara rushed downstairs and met the villa guards to help her take Bian to the hospital. However, the villa keeper tells that Bian is used to calling the doctor who used to treat him.

That's better. That way, Amara will not be so anxious when her husband must get intravenous injections and special care, while she herself can not be on standby because of the presence of Biandra.

However, despite Bian being home-treated for the next two days, Amara still finds herself feeling hollow. Bian was indeed with them, but seeing that the sturdy man was now lying weak, Amara's heart felt a tremendous pain.

What's more, Amara is aware that over these two weeks Bian has been taking care of himself and Biandra without complaining. Even worse, maybe Amara forgot that Bian is also an ordinary person, not a perfect figure who does not have fatigue.

How could he possibly deny Bian and Biandra's concern and concern? Guilt slowly crept into Amara's heart. He shouldn't have ignored Bian, until the man had even forgotten about his own health.

During her three-week stay with Bian, Amara knew that he and Biandra were always taking care of her, while Amara herself did not know when Bian was resting, when the man was eating, what did that man eat? Or, had he heard Bian complain once?

Now, it had been two days that Bian was lying with an infusion needle embedded in the back of his hand. Then, Amara was struck by excessive fear, about the possibility of Bian who would not wake up.

In the past, he had thought maybe his life would be quiet if Bian did not appear again in his life. Thought he'd be able to live a new life with Biandra. However, a few days with Bian, he finds that there is no better father figure for Biandra than Bian.

Now, he realizes that he needs Bian very much. He couldn't imagine what would happen if Bian wasn't by his side, with Biandra. How could Amara ever think that she and Biandra could live happily without that man?

Amara's shoulder slumped, she sat on the floor beside Bian's bed who was still recovering on the fourth day. She didn't know since when her cheeks got wet, then her throat let out a bitter moan, while she smothered her mouth— was worried Bian would wake up and find himself crying over the man.

At that time, it was still too early. In fact, the tarhim before dawn had not reverberated. Only a silent silence rippled through the room.

So, no wonder if the roaring Amara made Bian frown in his sleep. Slowly Bian blinked his eyes, adapting to the light of the main light that Amara seemed to be deliberately lighting up.

From the corner of her eyes, she saw the figure of Amara sitting on the floor. The woman leaned back against the bed, so Bian could see Amara's head moving, while her back seemed to tremble.

Now he knew where the prank came from and woke him up.

Bian reached out and touched Amara's head while muttering hoarsely, "My wife."

Amara immediately turned her head with teary cheeks, then found Bian covering a smile on his face that was still a little pale.

Unable to be restrained, Amara crawled up onto the bed and hugged the man tightly. To hell with Bian's rule that he doesn't want to catch Bian's flu.

Bian chuckled as Amara kissed his face emotionally.

"Wake try!" snapped Amara in his stuffing. "You don't know if I need you, Om?!"

Bian raised Amara's face and looked at her for a moment, then again buried his wife's face into the embrace.

"So you need to take care of every mallem?" bian said softly while landing a kiss on the top of Amara's head. While his hand moved on the woman's back, calming her down.

"Yes!" sahut Amara while hitting Bian's chest. "His eyes are wayward. I said don't be sick for long!"

Bian laughs. "What if I don't wake up?"

"I'll beat Om to wake up!" peekik Amara was upset.

"Where if I die—"

"Can't die!" Amara looked up as she glared at Bian and darted her nose. "Emang Om would like me to be a widow again? Do you want someone else to take care of Biandra?"

Bian grimaced and pulled Amara into an embrace. "Where might I want to see you happy with another guy?"

"Eat him, the hunt's cured!" amara sengau. "Today I dreamed Zack came to propose to me again. I told her I was Om's wife. But he's determined to marry me, tell him Om is dead, too."

"Later in the afternoon I came and beat him up, really want to take you from me. Don't know what if I need you? At that time, I told him not to bother you anymore."

"And I don't want to dream of him, wrong Om himself why did not come in my dream earlier."

"So, you're crying because of that?" Bian refrained from laughing in Amara's response.