The Suffering of the Wife I Divorced

Chapter 50

Bian still could not understand why Amara suddenly discussed the matter of clothes while getting angry.

Bian's confusion multiplied when Amara added in annoyance, "Still using me why? Nih, well, try to shadow .. I bought the shirt with my own money. Yes, from you. But it's my own money ..."

"Is it because the price of the shirt I bought was only 299 thousand?" continued Amara while pointing A|X logo on the undershirt left Bian. "Not as expensive as Armani Exchange you who make my poor soul cry blood, so you so love the clothes to you? Is that?"

"Ra, what are you talking about? Why do we talk ..."

"Oh, think to yourself!" fill Amara with teeth. "Originally you know, three million money is big for me, even can buy lebaran clothes for the family! You should have been with me before you gave that shirt to you. If for example you do not like the choice of color can also tell me first. I know you only like black and white ash, nyampe me with his bag choose blue, marun, green moss—"

"Darling, I swear I don't really understand what you're talking about?"

"ah! Our business is not finished!" Amara clenched her jaw and turned around, hurriedly coming out of the room. "If there is no Alif waiting for you below, I want to be satisfied talking to you—"

"Ra, wait a minute, I—" Bian hurriedly caught up with Amara who was descending the stairs with quick steps. "We'll be able to talk this out, baby, you don't have to—"

"Diem, don't embarrass yourself noisily in front of Dika Sama Alif!" hiss Amara turned her head and glared at Bian, and the man instantly locked his mouth when they almost arrived at the dining room.

Amara was right, they could not fight in front of Alif and Dika. Moreover, Bian did not want Alif to witness a fight again, considering that Alif had been so afraid because he found him flirting with Yunita.

Now, Bian is once again touched by Amara who can still behave normally, while the woman has just wrath— for reasons Bian does not know.

However, that reason was answered when he found Dika who was eating with Alif. Not because of seeing how greedy Alif and Dika when eating dinner that makes Bian stunned, but of course because the clothes worn by the sister that makes Bian gaped.

Bian recalled, it was the clothes that Amara had asked Bian to try on during a stop at the mall a few days ago.

She wondered, didn't Amara say that she bought these clothes for a gift to a man?

Didn't Amara even send the clothes through the post office? Now, Bian is getting confused why the clothes are on Dika?

Does his wife know Dika before— considering Dika is a friend of Anji? Various thoughts in Bian's mind, about the possibility of Amara who may have been booked by Dika, or had a relationship with his sister.

However, considering that Amara did not even know who Dika was when her sister first visited the villa, it seemed that all of that made no sense.

After all, even if Amara had indeed sent the clothes to Dika, why was that woman so incredibly angry with him?

"You want to eat corn or squid?"

Amara's question managed to make Bian wake up from his overwhelmingly confused mind. Then found Amara was scooping rice on a plate, and sure enough the woman was still patiently serving him— while Bian knew that Amara was still angry.

Bian pulled the seat opposite Alif, then sat there— right beside Amara right.

"Pake it all," said Bian briefly.

"Why is he healed?"

Bian hadn't even noticed since Alif looked at him. He exhaled a furious breath, trying to neutralize his extraordinarily chaotic brain.

When Amara put the food in front of him, Bian turned to his wife— again the woman was still expressionless.

"Cure, dear," Bian said after successfully gathering his consciousness. "Why don't you come here? Papa can pick it up."

"Said the mamang Papa is sick," said Alif innocently. "Papa's number can't be called. So Alif wants to come here, miss Papa."

Once again Bian exhaled helplessly, feeling remiss in his responsibilities as a father— regardless of Alif's status which was not his flesh blood. But the boy knew he was his father.

"Nginep here this malem, huh?" Finally Amara took the initiative to offer gently, heartless with the gaze of Alif who was so innocent.

"What can you do, Pa?" Alif looked at Bian with sparkling eyes.

"May," Amara answered first, knowing that Bian would definitely forbid Alif from being there. "Said Alif kangen is the same Papa? Yes, just stay here."

"Ra ...," Bian muttered as he turned his head, reassuring the woman that now was not the right time to bring them together. "Tomorrow Alif school, dia—"

However, his concern for Alif was clearly hidden, and it again touched Bian.

Before Bian ate what was served to Amara, he looked back at Alif. Then realize that the child's face is slightly red, while his mouth is still trying to chew food.

Usually, Alif always acts spoiled when not feeling well— just like most children his age. However, today, Bian realized Alif was acting understand— probably because Bian who had been by his side for too long.

There is a stabbing pain in Bian's heart, considering Alif was again forced to be more mature at an early age.

So, he waved at Alif while saying, "Here, son. Bring the plate, let Papa bribe."

Alif got off the chair and brought the plate to Bian. After putting Alif's plate on the table, Bian reached out and held the child.

No, he's not spoiling Alif. It feels fair enough that Alif is currently getting a hug and a regretful kiss from Bian, considering himself too apathetic to the boy.

For some reason, watching the scene makes Amara's heart feel pain. As a child who does not recognize who his mother is from birth, Amara certainly can feel in the position of Alif, who has no father since birth.

So, she quite understood why Alif seemed so dependent on Bian, not unlike Amara who also depended on her stepmother whom she already considered to be her own biological mother.

"Pa, Alif can sleep with Biandra?" alif asked as Bian began to bribe her.

Bian paused for a moment before finally saying, "You're used to sleeping by yourself, so—"

"This malem alif slept with Papa first, huh?" tukas Amara with pleasure. "That if Alif's fever has gone down a bit, we sleep together, okay?"

"Rho? You're not kidding anymore, are you?" Bian felt suffocated at Amara's words.

Finally he understood why Amara let Alif stay, apparently indirectly the woman refused to sleep with Bian— again.

"Yesterday when you were sick, you didn't want Biandra's decrees to be like me" Amara said without sin. "Now Alif is not healthy anymore, said you sick people can not hold the same baby?"

Bian could barely open his mouth to answer Amara's words, feeling that all his ultimatums were now turning to himself.

"Or, will it be reversed?" amara continued when Bian still could not find his voice. "I slept with Alif, did you sleep with Biandra?"

The two choices both confirmed that Amara did not want to sleep with him. Damnit damnit!

"Udah, Alif sleeps with me," said Bian gloomily, "He often wakes up in the middle of the mallem if it hurts again."

"What kind of school's Alif, Pa?" ask Alif again while chewing his food.

"Later let mamang pick you up at dawn," Finally Dika took the initiative to say.

Only then did Bian really focus and look seriously at Dika. "Where's the shirt from?"

Dika gulped with difficulty, feeling cornered and threatened by Bian's dangerous gaze.

"Well, that was Mang Kusnadi anterin Aa's clothes," finally Dika can only say what it is.

Bian was stunned for an instant, even a spoonful of rice that would be bribed into Alif's mouth floated in the air for a while, just as he recalled the greeting of the villa guard who said, 'The name of the sender is the woman who loves you.'

How could Bian think Amara was the delivery guy? So, the package wasn't from Tiara? Is it because Bian feels terrorized by the woman, so horrified when he hears the word 'woman who loves you', and immediately takes things away from him?

Amara was just so angry, and Bian did not know how to explain to Amara why the clothes were on Dika.

Bian gulped with difficulty as he turned to Amara and found the woman's countenance still looking furious.

"Honey, I can clear—"

"Abisin was food!" tukas Amara, without expression. "Our business is not finished!"