The Suffering of the Wife I Divorced

Chapter 47

"You're a habit, the baby hasn't even been open for a month already so the bed."

"People want to be bathed, what's the story if it's not opened?" sahut Bian lightly while striding open the octopus rope wrapped in Biandra's stomach.

Amara watched Bian for a moment, making sure her husband was completely healed. Although the doctor said so and took off the infusion yesterday afternoon, but still Amara still felt worried about the condition of the husband.

In fact, Bian is clearly back in shape. In fact, this morning she could already hear Bian's voice returning to normal, also no sneezing and coughing that for several days made her husband droop helpless.

"I'm the one who bathed Biandra" Amara said after a while.

"No, I'm aja. If you want to take a shower, yes take a bath there," reject Bian while blocking the efforts of Amara who will take over take care of Biandra. "I don't care about my daughter."

Finally Amara nodded and let Bian handle their baby.

After Amara finished the bath thirty minutes later, she hurriedly changed the simple home clothes, also did not forget to review the thin makeup on her face so as not to be too dull.

As she exited the room, a vague voice sounded Bian who seemed to be talking to Biandra on the upper terrace— the place where Amara used to sunbathe Biandra after the girl was finished being bathed.

Amara did not come to them, but she first went down and walked to the kitchen, preparing some kind of cut fruit for Bian.

Shortly thereafter, Amara returned with a plate full of melons, watermelon, apples, and grapes.

He blinked in surprise when he saw Biandra was still wearing nothing. The baby was laid on a table covered in straps and towels, while Bian slipped both his index fingers on the little Biandra's fist.

"Oh my goodness, Om, catch a cold that boy was later stripped naked like that" muttered Amara as he walked over to them.

"In a moment, Biandra-nya also a henchman, kok," said Bian while tickling Biandra's face with his nose. "Ah, haven't seen you in a long time. You're getting older, honey ... kangen joking with Dad, ya—"

"Gede from Hong Kong, did not meet four days aja style has not met a century," commented Amara while leaning the body on the balcony fence, his hands stick a fork and pierced pieces of melon, Amara said, then devour it while chuckling at Bian.

"Mother you're recing, yeah, honey. Commenting mulu if Dad is friendly with you again," Bian chuckled amusedly, then put telon oil in the palm and rubbed Biandra's body. "Pantesan aja you just revealed Dad to marry again—"

"What did you say?" Amara almost choked on the melon she was chewing. "Try repeating again!"

"So Biandra asked me to marry you again—"

"No need to make it up!" grumbled Amara, unaware that Bian was smiling seductively. "Where can a baby talk like that? That's your alesan who's not satisfied with having one wife."

Putting diapers on Biandra, Bian laughed before saying, "You take it seriously, Ra? Yeah, that's how the Biandra says it?"

Amara did not say, she turned her eyes when she realized that Bian was just teasing her. Finally he stabbed the piece of fruit and devoured it with annoyance, thinking of the possibility of Bian who might not have enough wife.

Moreover, she was aware when Bian made her his second wife, in the most ridiculous manner. So, Amara thinks that it is possible that the man does have a trait that is not loyal to only one woman.

"Alright if you dare to macem behind me," he sighed Amara while forcing to swallow a fruit that felt difficult to swallow. "I swear you can't get an erection!"

After those words slid out from her lips, not only did Bian look at Amara with a look of disbelief, but Amara herself barely even believed what she was saying.

Both of them knew very well what they had experienced at that time, just when Bian was unable to raise g@ir@hnya when they were about to make love.

Bian smiled faintly, thinking that Amara did not seem to forget the moment— that might even make Amara offended, but not spoken.

Actually, Amara didn't mean to bring up. It was just a spontaneous remark, as an ultimatum that he would never be willing if Bian intended to play around with the other woman behind him.

"I'm kidding," Amara said after a while in a slightly stiff tone.

"Yes, I know." Bian's voice was floating, and Amara had no idea what Bian was thinking at the moment.

However, Amara could feel the atmosphere turning a little awkward. In fact, Amara wondered in her heart, had her words already offended Bian?

Amara let out a long sigh, she turned her face away from looking at Bian and Biandra. At the same time, a shiny black BMW sedan stopped not far from the front of Bian's villa.

Amara frowned faintly, for it was not the first time she had seen the car there. He turned his head back to Bian who was about to finish wearing the Biandra outfit.

"Om, that's a car why stay there, huh? I've seen it almost three days back and forth."

Bian still lowered his head to finish poking Biandra. "The man who surveys the villa kali."

"But the guy didn't come down from the car" Amara said as she watched the car, of course she couldn't see who was in there. "If people want to survey the villa, it must come down and come in here, right?"

"Villa's around here a lot, honey. Not necessarily they want to survey this villa," said Bian while holding a neat and fragrant Biandra. He stood up from the seat. "Partially, even if they want to survey this villa, I can't be ..."

Bian's speech was interrupted when he just saw a car parked in front of his village. Bian was silent for a moment, unable to believe what he saw. For a while, Bian's lips were locked tightly when he realized that it was Tiara's car.

Not just guessing or guessing, but he remembered very well when he came to the villa that Tiara had rented, and found the car parked there.

When Bian recalls Tiara's silly idea of going to his residence and meeting Bian's wife, that's when Bian came to realize that Tiara didn't seem to mess with his words.

Bian knows, Tiara can sometimes do reckless. However, coming to visit under these circumstances, at a time when he had even just made peace with Amara, how could Bian let the woman launch the action?

Although Bian was a little nervous at the thought of Tiara's speculation coming, but he tried to remain calm as he grabbed Amara's shoulder and said, "Rest in the dalem, yuk, dear? Biandra's also time to drink milk."

Finally they stepped in, and Amara was completely unaware of the awkwardness of Bian's suddenly nervous attitude.