The Suffering of the Wife I Divorced

Chapter 51

Amara was just about to get into bed when the door of the room suddenly opened. He turned his head and found Bian walking in stiffly.

"I want to sleep" said Amara, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

Amara's facial water is certainly unsightly— considering they have not finished the shirt matter.

Amara knew, Bian must first discuss work with Dika, then accompany Alif to sleep in the man's room. So, it's no wonder that Bian only met her when the time showed it was almost ten at night.

It had been three hours since they were at the dinner table, Amara kept ignoring Bian. The woman pretended to be busy chatting with Alif, while she was with Dika— checking the income report.

Until now, Bian still has not found the right words and reasons to talk to Amara. However, of course Bian needs to explain the misunderstanding about Amara's gift that ended in Dika— even though he does not know what will be said from his lips.

"Ra, I ..." Bian swallowed back his words when he saw Amara's gaze seem narrowed, full of threats. "Honey, actually I don't know if the package is from you, so I immediately kasiin—"

"I wrote the name of the sender 'the woman who loves you', you can't think that it's from me, when I told you many times that I love you? Is that? Is that why you are not sensitive?" tukas Amara is upset.

That's the problem! Why didn't Amara just write her name, or at least put her phone number?

Why did Amara have to write the sender's name with 'the woman who loves you', while a few hours earlier Bian had just got a message from Tiara— that also ended his message with the words 'the woman who loves you'.

Cursed are Tiara and her memories— whose even shadow alone became the scourge of trouble for Bian and Amara.

Bian scratched his itchy eyebrows, was incredibly confused and did not know how to behave. Did he have to be honest and say that he suspected the package was from Tiara?

It's like suicide!

Or, does he have to lie and confess to being afraid of receiving a mysterious package? That's so silly and stupid!

After all, Bian never wanted to lie to Amara in the slightest way. After weighing up and thinking hard, Bian resolved to tell his wife to be honest despite the fact that he had imagined Amara would definitely pull out her fangs.

Bian let out a long sigh and exhaled in frustration. Must be prepared if Amara pulled out his flagship weapon, biting Bian until the woman's teeth are tightly gritted— and the risk of his hand turning blue due to the bite of the wife.

However, before Bian was able to open his mouth, Amara first guessed with annoyance, "Or, don't tell me there is a 'woman who loves you' who often sends you gifts with you?!"

'Campus!' bian murmured, in the heart.

"Darling, actually I'm just afraid that the package is from ..." Bian gulped violently, saying Tiara's name was difficult— considering Amara was once so jealous of her past.

"Who?!" urged Amara while staring intently. "Actually how often do you flirt and how many girls have you seduced until you can think there are other women who love you besides me? Which even the girl to dare send-send—"

"Ra, I'm not that kind of guy," said Bian gloomy. "That's very you value—"

"Your facts are changed every day pel*cur that you booked from Akew kan—"

"Don't look at me based on your thinking and my ugliness before you know you so dong, Ra!" Bian raised his voice.

"Keep who?" Amara's voice was no less high than Bian, even she looked at her husband in a defiant manner. "You wouldn't necessarily think the package wasn't from me if you'd been sending it from someone else before."

"Near! Satisfied you make me feel like I'm all wrong like a gini?" Bian clenched his jaw when he mentioned the name of the former, upset and hurt because now Amara was immediately stunned and looked surprised.

Amara swallows something as big as a Himalayan mountain clogging the esophagus.

Tiara said?

"Your most beautiful ex?" Amara laughed. Laughing at her stupidity, who proudly and confidently believed she was the only woman who loved Bian. The only woman who is loved and is in the heart of the man.

In fact, the writing 'the woman who loves you' actually makes Bian only remember one name— Tiara.

Amara continued to laugh for a while, a laugh that she could not stop. He was so sure that the man could not remember the name of another woman, especially since they had just returned together.

Given Bian who is always on standby by his side, watching Amara and Biandra with all of heart— it feels amazing pain when reality dawns Amara that Bian's heart is not with them.

"It turns out to be true what the people said," Amara said after her laughter subsided. "The person's heart cannot be digested. Too dark and dark. I'm the one who every second saw you by my side, who didn't lose you, in fact you can still think of another girl—"

"Mara, that's not it, honey. I swear it's not like it's Truth—"

"Continue what? Why can you be sure that the one who sent the package was Tiara?" Amara pushed Bian as the man tried to hug her. "Here in your big villa, in which there is your wife and child, how can you think of another girl?"

Once again Bian exhaled in a furious breath, struck to see Amara's eyes that began to redden and water. In fact, the woman clenched her jaws, seemingly trying to control the anger and tears that were about to slide.

Bian groaned in frustration, unable to lie to Amara just a little. Because she knows the more she talks, the more Amara gets hurt.

"What's wrong?" Amara could even hear the tremors in her voice as she tried to guess, "Are you back with her before you knew you had Biandra?"

"No, Ra, no. I just saw him again this time." Bian tried to explain carefully, as well as go awry. "Because I've ... mm, that mallhe's involved in a drug case in my village, I picked him up at the police station—"

"Malem before you get sick?" Amara guessed bitterly, and almost cried when she saw Bian nod. "You even let him stay in your villa? And it's also alesan you take belain go at two o'clock mallem, all for the sake of Tiara. Is that?"

"No, she did happen to rent my villa for almost a month, '" Bian explained as it was, and became even more helpless as Amara again pushed on as she wanted to hug her. "He was even at the villa before we met again, honey. Everything's not what you think it is, Ra."

Amara felt her breathing slightly short as she recalled how long Bian had been away that night.

He sighed with great difficulty before saying, "You're out at two o'clock and coming home at dawn. Three hours is that you're doing? You slept with her because your ugly wife can't—"

"Ra, you think it's too far. I'm not talking, just talking."

"Chat?" sahut Amara bitter. "Chat until you can convince you that Tiara still loves you?"

When Bian did not reply, Amara added sharply, "You held her hand?"

Nodding Bian makes Amara more probing, "You're hugging him?"

Once again Bian nodded until anger and pain made Amara's body tremble as she continued, "You know him? You foreplay and undress before you finally have**, huh?"

"No, I swear, Ra— I just swooped and nenangin because he cried time—"

"When I cry here at three o'clock because my ASI is not out, you're out for the woman who loves you?" Finally Amara could no longer hold back her tears that slid uncontrollably. "When I made milk into the kitchen while Biandra screamed here, you hit another girl instead? How can you be like that?"

"Sayang—"

"No need to call 'honey' if your mouth does not match your heart!"

After saying that, Amara turned around and walked towards the wardrobe— taking out a backpack and a pile of clothes while sobbing in pain.

"Ra, what are you doing?" Bian tries to pull Amara's hand which starts cramming her clothes into the bag.

"I want to go home!" peek Amara while fending off Bian's hand.

Bian was unusually panicked when he saw Amara's seemingly earnest efforts.

"It's malem, you—"

"I don't care, I want to go home!" amara said while encouraging Bian who was again trying to stop what he was doing. "You can freely bring Tiara in, freely hug her, but she— having *** with her, dapetin what I can not love to you!"

Bian observed Amara with a wounded look as the woman picked up the bag and took out Biandra's clothes. Things that Bian hadn't expected.

At first Bian thought everything would be easier to resolve if he said honestly, and he had absolutely no intention of hiding anything from his wife. Hopefully Amara can see the misunderstanding from another point of view.

However, apparently Bian's honesty was fatal. Sometimes, Bian wondered, would a woman be more pleased to lie to her husband?

Bian approached Amara and said softly, "Amara, I'm sorry, I forgot that our thoughts are not necessarily the same even though we are on the same path ...."

Bian exhaled a long breath and still tried to persuade, "Don't go home, huh? Where do you want to sleep? My contract is not extended. You want to take Biandra to bed with your ade-ade? Drops here, huh? Please ... kasian Biandra."

The speech actually made Amara more hurt and offended. He stopped stuffing Biandra's clothes into the bag, then looked at Bian as he wiped the tears on his cheek.

"You want to tell me that I was born into a difficult family? Want to tell me that to pay thirty million debts I have to sell my self-esteem? If I were the same you were different? I don't have anything, don't you think your ex-wife, whose bag is more expensive than my own? Don't you think your Tiara even came with a BMW? Don't worry, I'm self-aware of who I'm—"

"Honey," said Bian helplessly. "Don't talk about it, I told you—"

"I have also said, we should not refer if your intention is only based on a sense of responsibility to Biandra doang. You can take responsibility even if we're not husband and wife." Amara slit her nose as the pain further pierced her heart. "I've been married, and I know my husband's heart is only for his ex-wife. I don't want to address it a second time, while from now on you have the potential to establish a diem-diem relationship with Tiara. I'm going home. I'm getting a divorce."

Bian froze until the water turned cold. Talking to Amara is incredibly energy draining, and it always ends up misunderstanding.

Finally Bian turned around and walked towards the door, leaving Amara free to think and think whatever she wanted.

Without turning to Amara, Bian said firmly, "Don't expect you and Biandra to get out of here. Throw away the word go home and divorce from your head!"