The Suffering of the Wife I Divorced

Chapter 5

"Divorce?" Amara was flabbergasted to hear Bian's spontaneous speech. "Couldn't you? When?"

Amara remembers very well how the last time she heard the way Bian spoke to his first wife, so soft and harmonious. So, no wonder he was really surprised to hear that news.

"Ra, I .. actually I—"

For some reason, Bian felt something suddenly strangle his neck. Her tongue was a bit cheesy, barely finding the right words to begin explaining to Amara about her divorce from Yuanita.

"Assynnnya ... Amara."

Someone's voice from outside managed to divert the situation Bian who was now stuttering when talking to Amara. Bian exhaled in a furious breath, feeling saved from the circumstances that made him feel difficult.

No, Bian is not making up or intending to lie. However, for the time being, Bian had also not been able to be as straightforward as before.

Perhaps it was because of their breakup these few months, or perhaps Bian's unfounded emotional state, that seems to be one factor in why he is too difficult to be as open to Amara as he used to be.

So, Bian chose to step out and stand in the doorway of the room, seeing who the guests who came that afternoon.

The front door was still open, then from the window she saw two women and a young man standing on the porch. Bian frowned faintly, as if he had seen the figure of the young man, but where?

Maybe it was just a shadow, because Bian did not find a picture where he had met the handsome young man.

In the next second, Bian vaguely got a picture of the face of a vocalist band that lately often appears on television screens.

Then, Bian realized the young man's level was very similar to the singer and songwriter bartajuk 'Stupid Man— Doni Sibarani'. So, it was no wonder that the young man's face looked familiar.

"Ah, Nak Bian .. This is a guest who wants to see Amara with her baby."

It seemed that Bian still could not control the shock of the spontaneous speech he had told Amara, as well as too late trying to recognize the young man. In fact, he barely realized that one of the people who came was Amara's mother.

"Oh, Mother .. let's go in." Finally, Bian again found his voice even though it sounded a little choked up. "Whose chain, ma'am ..."

Then, then he turned his head back to Amara who was also still dumbfounded. However, Amara's eyebrows slightly raised as if questioning who came to her rented house.

While Amara's mother guided the two guests to enter and sit in the living room, Bian again stepped into the room to approach Amara and her daughter.

She lowered her head and smiled slightly as she rubbed the index back on the baby's red cheeks, whose gentleness seemed to make Bian's heart soften.

"Tomorrow I'll be here again, okay? Can't you?" bian said that the question was clearly aimed at Amara, although he did not see how the woman reacted while looking at her.

For some reason, the baby in Amara's arms seems to have seized the entire world of Bian.

"There are many things we need to talk about" continued Bian who then turned to look at Amara's face.

He rubbed the top of Amara's head from behind the instant veil the woman was wearing, stroking with a gentle touch. "If there's any news, huh? You don't have activity. Recover your stamina, I'll find someone to take care of—"

"No need" Amara hurriedly said. "I have three, you forget? Ela from far away has told me she wants to wash the iron bedong with this new clothes. Si Ina doesn't mind eating for me. Si Fathur also will not refuse if I mintain please make it to the stall ..."

Amara raised her shoulders as she continued, "So every day my mother must be a bit sad to go to the garden, wait until the children have gone home from school. It's Saturday Sunday, the kids are off school. They must be sleeping here with me. So, you saw, right? I'm just as good of a son as I am even if you're not here?"

It was unfair to see Bian remain calm, while he now had to rely on others even just to take a drink.

It may be due to the pain of the four stitches in******* that she got after giving birth to her baby, or it may be because her whole body is now in pain, she said, so Amara felt a foreign emotional bursting in her heart.

Bian was a little unhappy to hear Amara's explanation. She knew Amara had always been practical and straightforward in doing anything by herself.

At first, Bian thought Amara would not deny her whereabouts in the contract to pay attention to her baby and Amara.

However, hearing everything seemed to have been arranged in such a way by the woman, for some reason suddenly something made Bian feel unneeded.

And Bian doesn't like it if Amara really intends to limit him and his son. Or, make Bian feel unneeded by his own son.

He realized, maybe Amara is entitled to do and behave anything. However, it feels like Bian can not accept if Amara wants to build a fortress to block the closeness of Bian and the baby.

Although he initially doubted the possibility that the baby was not his child, but when yesterday he tried the baby girl, for some reason there was a foreign emotion that was difficult for him to describe.

The feeling is like a bond and attraction like a magnet residing in the heart of Bian— that makes all doubts and prejudices Bian just disappear.

Then came the only feeling so strong and inevitable, and believed that the baby was indeed his daughter.

"Ra, but Ina was just like Ela was a kid. Look after them if they have to take care of you. You must also be tired in the garden of help father," said Bian. "Let's just somebody, yeah, make a job here?"

Bian is still trying to persuade Amara not to refuse his help. In fact, deep down, he himself would not mind if he had to spend time caring for Amara and her baby, if indeed Amara allowed.

Moreover, now no one needs his attention, except for Alif who now lives with older sister Bian— although occasionally Yuanita still often comes by reason to meet Alif.

"Dih ... home segede uprit gini mah do not need to use a maid," replied Amara while smiling amusedly. "So, Ina is now graduating from High School. Si Ela second grade High School. They are not children, we have been trained independently since childhood. Cook the same few houses that are small and ordinary things for us."

"But, Ra, I can't bear to hear you and my son are just being treated like children" murmured Bian gloomily, who actually wanted to protest why Amara was impressed to really keep such a long distance with him. "Why don't you want to involve me at all?"

"If you're a single parent, I'm sure you'll also set up all—"

"Ra, that's Zack just as much as you want to look at," said Ms. Amara who is now standing in the doorway of the room while glancing at Bian with an awkward look. "From this afternoon they can't wait for you at mom's house. They think you'll be at mom's house for forty days, so they'll be right there."

Bian knew, it would be very disrespectful if he continued to linger there and let Amara's guests wait even more.

So, once again Bian leaned over next to Amara, leaned over and sniffed her baby cheek while whispering, "I'll come back, My Baby."

Actually, he also wanted to kiss Amara, but it seems that the woman was already uncomfortable seeing Bian's whereabouts there.

Finally Bian simply stroked the top of Amara's head once more.

"Take care of yourself, okay?" bian said, although there was a sense of unwillingness and felt excluded when he still wanted to be there, but his existence is no longer expected.

When Bian came out of the room, he had time to comment on the friendly smiles of the two guests who were now sitting on the sofa. Then remember the words of Amara's mother who mentioned the name of one of the guests.

Zack said? The name managed to create a question in Bian's heart. Who is that guy? The name is unfamiliar, but feels familiar in Bian's memory.