The Suffering of the Wife I Divorced

Chapter 57

Bian rolled over to Amara's side and pulled the woman's body into an embrace. Her breathing was stingy, no different than Amara.

Jemari Bian pulled a hair on his wife's cheek. The full whimper of satisfaction colored Bian's heavy baritone when landing a long kiss on Amara's forehead.

"It was not in vain that I waited for two months" said Bian as Amara turned to face him and hugged his husband's neck. "You are waiting for me."

A smile fell on Amara's lips as she kissed Bian's chin affectionately. Her cheeks feel hot, and it is certain now her face must be red— beat the blush on nude sweep on her cheekbones.

Once again Bian kissed Amara's red nose like a cherry, then bit her with anxiety as the woman wrestled spoiled around her neck.

There is an undeniable warmth that knocks through Bian's heart trough when he finds his wife acting spoiled. She likes the way Amara hugs her— as if proving how much the woman needs her, and Bian is happy to be needed by Amara.

More than that, Bian likes everything he has on his wife. No matter how bad Amara's attitude is when she's angry and burning jealous, Bian likes her. I don't know what makes Bian like that to a headstrong woman like Amara.

Bian realized, he was not a green teenager who had first fallen in love. However, he did not want to brush off his heartbeat which always jerked the ribs while being alone with Amara.

So, no wonder if the**** they did just now feels so amazing. Amara is amazing, always amazing. However, this time Bian knew what made**** with Amara feel so perfect. Maybe it's because he really made love with all his heart and all his soul to the only woman he had.

The exact reason why he was so satisfied even though their romance was so short. However, Bian knew that Amara also could not linger holding g@ir@hnya.

Evidently from how the woman screamed triumphantly as they reached the peak of enjoyment together, and she wanted to see Amara burning passion again— now!

Bian squeezed the chewy back bumper of Amara, re-exploring Amara's neck that was still sticky by sweat— just as Bian's back was also soaked in sweat.

He was just about to tell Amara that he wanted to make love again, but Amara suddenly complained softly, "I was hungry, it was not finished eating Malem had been hunted by your friend."

Bian chuckled so much that Amara could feel the man's chest tremble.

The man pulled the blanket on the tip of their feet and enveloped Amara while saying, "What do you want to eat? You wait here, I—"

"I want to come." Amara wriggled up and grabbed the blanket. "But the time out of lingerie? My clothes were wet in the bathroom."

So, Bian looked for a white kimono towel between the rolls of the blanket. Then look for Bian's scattered clothes, fused with a cursed mound of black lingerie that again makes Bian wet the esophagus.

God fucking. Even the thin clothes used by Amara alone can arouse Bian's desire. The poignancy of Amara's body in lingerie feels like it continues to dance in the brain.

Bian groaned low and rough, trying to muffle g@ir@hnya because it was impossible to force the will to make love when he found out his wife was starving.

"Abis ate his second round of execution again, huh, honey?" Bian passed the clothes off the top of his head, then put on shorts and glanced at Amara.

Apparently the woman was glaring at him fiercely while grumbling, "Tomorrow again, my feet pegel—"

"And I work hard, Ra," said Bian while helping Amara wear a towel and tie the kimono strap around her waist. "You're staying back and enjoying, honey."

"What the hell is that, by the way," Amara squeaked softly, hiding her increasingly blushing cheeks— Bian's outspoken remarks really made her embarrassed.

Bian just laughed amusedly while rattling up the top of Amara's hair while the woman was still sitting on the edge of the bed. "What do you want to eat? Want to make fried rice? Grilled bread? Noodles, or nasi— pesen"

"No heavy eating" Amara said, waving her hands. "Say my gymnastics instructor if it's already malem do not eat heavy food, like the digestive organs if we have to work hard when we sleep. That's ... that's the same buying WRP soyjoy, right? I'm just gonna snack on that."

"Eat that doang?" Bian's eyebrows shot up as he reached out to his wife. "No, motorin teeth yes. Eat something else, huh?"

"No, fear of my fat. Later your eyes are beautiful on the outside see the slim-slim." Amara deflected Bian's hand, but she put both hands on her husband. "Loof."

"Honey, I just drained my energy just now." Bian put on a parched expression. "Are you really asking to be held now?"

"That's right! You don't want to carry me because I'm fat, do you?" Amara grumbled grimly. "Some of you promised to carry me all day if my stitches were dry. Now it's more than dry, you even had the execution just now. I just asked to be carried to the kitchen doang, not ask to be carried around the complex."

In order to avoid a fight, Bian turned around and bowed in front of Amara. Lie if he says he's tired because Amara asked to be carried.

Especially when Amara put her chin on Bian's right shoulder. Swinging spoiled while kissing Bian's neck and whispering, "Finally sameness is also carried by you."

Bian smiled and looked back, peeking at Amara's forehead. He realized, Amara's request was not big things that he could not fulfill. The woman just needs the little attention she never seems to get.

Amara was a different woman, and she knew why Amara needed affection so much. So, Bian understood that now Amara was being spoiled like a child.

"Fruit salad looks good, huh, Om?" amara whispered as they walked towards the kitchen.

"You want to be made?" Bian's voice sounded pampering.

"But don't use milk. Change the yogurt to a thousand island" Amara said, loosening her arms around Bian's shoulder. "I'm down—"

"No need, you just hold it tight" Bian said as he opened the refrigerator and looked for some kind of fruit.

"But your hard ntar, will ngupasin—"

"It's okay, my love," said Bian gently as he brought out some of the fruits he needed. "Would he carry it all day? Just a few minutes."

"No weight?" whispered Amara as Bian walked towards the sink to wash the fruits. "My body weight is now 53 kilos, he said if I want to ideal the same height I have to go down two to three kilos again."

Furthermore, while making the salad that his wife wanted, Bian only listened to the grievances of Amara spoken in the long narrative.

Soon they went to the dining room, sitting Amara in an adjoining chair. Bian stirred up a bowl of salad and stabbed apple— then turned his head and fed his wife.

He did not realize that Amara had been observing and judging him. Amara opened her mouth to devour the apple pieces, then looked at Bian who also enjoyed the salad— bowl together.

"Om" said Amara, holding Bian's wrist until the man turned his head with raised eyebrows. "Why are you good with me?"

"You're digalakin?" Bian gave a smile as he rubbed the top of Amara's head. "Don't ask me why, you're my wife. It's not unusual for a good husband to be with his own wife, is it?"

In fact, Amara knows very well that not all men can think so, for example— Amara's own ex-husband. She was aware, the difference between Bian and her ex-husband was like heaven and earth. So, no wonder Amara was getting scared that Bian would turn away from her.

"But I'm fierce, speaking harshly, I'm stubborn, recalcitrant if you say. Why are you so patient with me?"

"How else do you want?" Bian raised his shoulders indifferently while piercing the melon piece and re-fed Amara. "I've never asked anyone to be perfect to be my life partner. After all, basically no one is perfect—"

"But you are the perfect man" said Amara.

Bian smiling. "You're too much praise me," said Bian calmly. "There's no perfect guy, Ra. We both know what my history is, it's all coming back from the way you look, from the way you see things yourself. If you say I'm perfect, it means you're the one who's closing all my vices."

Amara smiled warmly, then brought her face closer and kissed Bian's cheek while whispering, "I love you so much."

It was not Amara's whisper that made Bian's blood suddenly rustle, but the woman's breath on her cheek managed to ignite Bian's passion back on.

Bian lowered his head and landed a small kiss on Amara's lips.

"By the way, my dear wife," whispered Bian hoarsely on Amara's lips. "You look prettier if you climax— again"

Bian kissed Amara's lips again, feeling the tenderness of every inch of her lip skin as she stroked him. "Ra, I want to see you more beautiful. Now." Now."

Amara blinked, it took time to digest what Bian said. When she realized that Bian wanted to see her drifting back as their passion exploded, Amara patted Bian on the shoulder and pushed the man who was still kissing his lips.

"No way," muttered Amara with heated cheeks. "Tomorrow again—"

"I want it now," concluded Bian Parau, while the g@ir@h fire was burning in his eyes.