The Suffering of the Wife I Divorced

Chapter 52

'I want to go home. I'm going for a divorce.'

Bian couldn't help but think about Amara's words that the woman was throwing painfully.

Should it? Of course not!

Bian stood pensively on the balcony terrace. His eyes stared straight into the distance. Letting the breeze of the night hit his gloomy face— hopes to penetrate the pores of the skin to erode and cool the contents of his brain is unusually hot.

The puff of cigarette smoke coming out of his mouth floated in front of his eyes, blending with the moist scent of the mountains and the buzzing of night insects. The right composition to accompany the mood of Bian who was overwhelmed with turmoil.

This morning, as Bian opened his eyes after several days of limp lying down, Amara greeted him with a warm embrace.

The touch of Amara's lips when she kissed her face with longing is even still felt today. Not to mention the whisper of Amara saying that she needed him, that Amara was afraid of losing her.

It felt that the sentence whispered with sincerity was even still buzzing in Bian's ears. All this time, that was what Bian had missed from his Amara.

Now, after this morning she believes that they will be fine, that Bian has got Amara back, in the blink of an eye the woman again echoes the word divorce.

How could he ever be able to part with Amara again, having endured months of longing and guilt?

Bian sucked again his cigarette deeply, exhaling a dancing puff of smoke mocking the look of Bian's eyes that emitted silence.

True, Bian actually realized that his life was lonely. Especially if Amara really decided to go home and take the Biandra with him.

How could Bian possibly let that woman go? How could he possibly allow himself to drown in silence, while he himself knew that Amara and Biandra needed him?

So, Bian was determined to keep that woman— no matter what risks she would accept. No matter how much Amara would hate him if he behaved a little bit tying and hard.

The vibration of the phone on the table made Bian turn his head, and found the sound of an alarm set at five in the morning. Then, Bian realized that he was standing outside for most of the night.

Bian pushed cigarettes into the ashtrays and cigarette butts, evidence that he spent his time befriending cigarette smoke and the night breeze.

When Bian was about to enter the room, he remembered to open the door of Amara's room which was deliberately the key from outside— worried that the woman would really go recklessly. That was also the reason why Bian couldn't calm down so that his eyes could not be closed.

Bian walked towards Amara's room, unlocked it and pushed the door slowly.

Amara was still asleep, but at the end of the bed appeared a backpack and a large baby gear bag seemed ready to be transported.

He stepped onto the bed and stood there. Looking at Amara's body who even sleeps wearing jeans and a thick jacket. The black pashmina that covered her hair seemed to reinforce the woman's determination to instantly leave as she opened her eyes.

In fact, the woman did not bother to pull a neatly folded blanket at the end of the bed. However, Amara curled up over Biandra wrapped in a small blanket— as if still trying to provide warmth and comfort for the baby.

Carefully, Bian reached out at Amara's head, lowered his head and kissed the woman's cheek affectionately.

"My wife" whispered Bian, peeping behind Amara's head. "Don't go."

It seems that Amara was not bothered by Bian's movements, or perhaps Bian was indeed moving so carefully. So the woman stays asleep until she gallops out of the room.

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Amara's eyelids twitched when she heard the sound of the door being opened quite loudly. Then accompanied by the clattering of footsteps away that sounded rushed. Shortly after, those hasty footsteps sounded again.

It succeeded in making Amara immediately open her eyes and balance the view. Then realize the noise is coming from outside the room. He wanted to get out of the room worried about something happening, but realized last night Bian locked the door from the outside.

However, when she turned to the door and saw the key stuck in the hole, Amara realized that Bian had opened the door.

Amara carefully moved down and walked to open the door in one pull. At the same time, Bian just came out of the room in a panic while holding Alif like a koala.

Bian paused for a moment and looked at Amara helplessly, realizing that the woman was bound to leave.

Before Amara could ask what had happened, Bian first opened his mouth and said, "If you still want to leave, wait for me for a while. I'll be anterin. Kasian Biandra if she has to be taken out at dawn."

"Where are you going?" amara asked, and she did not realize that her voice was so hoarse from crying all night until she finally fell asleep.

"To the hospital," said Bian hurriedly. "Wait a minute, huh?"

Bian did not wait for Amara's answer, he hurried down the stairs until Amara could see Alif's forehead was plastered with fever-reducing plaster. The thought of going home seemed to disappear from Amara's brain when he realized that Bian must be panicking right now. However, Amara knows very well that Bian cares about Alif.

When the figure of Bian almost lost when down the stairs, then Amara realized and immediately followed Bian. "Om, I'm coming—"

"No need, I go with Dika," Bian said without turning back. "Don't leave when I'm not around."

Bian should not worry about Amara leaving, considering he locked the front door— even asked the villa guard not to let Amara out if the woman forced him to leave.

Amara paced uneasily as the shadow of Alif drooping weakly in Bian's lap made her heart ache. He doesn't know why he should feel sorry for Alif, considering last night he just had a fight with Bian.

Supposedly, he did not have such feelings and made his determination to leave to be a little shaky. After all, Alif was not Bian's son. He shouldn't pay attention to a kid who's definitely not Bian's.

However, Amara could not lie to his conscience. He tends to love children more easily, especially considering Alif also fared unfortunate as he did.

Thinking about it made Amara decide to wait for Bian to return before returning home. However, when Amara returned to the room, she realized that two bags containing her clothes and Biandra's clothes were not on the bed.

Either where the two bags went, or were taken away. In fact, Amara remembers very well that she put the bags in sana— so that she could immediately leave early in the morning.