The Suffering of the Wife I Divorced

Chapter 59

At exactly one o'clock in the afternoon where the sun was so scorching that Amara and Bian walked out of the hospital building to the parking lot.

If it wasn't for having to take Biandra away from immunization, maybe Amara would have chosen to roll lazily in bed.

Especially after they missed a passionate night, followed by the morning where Bian spent almost an hour to complete his fiery h@sr@tnya.

So, no wonder if since then Amara felt her knees were still trembling. In fact, he let Bian hold Biandra while waiting for the queue, went into the doctor's room and passed a series of checks on how their daughter's flowers grew, until waiting in line to wait for the drug and complete the payment administration— Amara barely carrying Biandra.

Except making milk when the Biandra is thirsty.

Fortunately Bian realized that Amara looked exhausted by his unforgiving deeds— even though Amara had given up on reaching the top many times.

No wonder also if Bian now appears to spoil his wife. He knew full well that what his wife needed was to laze around after she drained his wife of energy.

In fact, Bian did not mind also if he had to drive while watching Biandra who was laid in a car seat beside the steering wheel, because Amara chose to go into the back seat and lay curled up there.

However, when Bian had just driven out of the hospital parking lot, Amara was suddenly aghast at sitting and leaning forward while exclaiming, "Om, stop in front!"

"What's wrong?" Bian slowed down the speed of the car and pulled over to the shoulder of the road.

"There are Bandung bricksmen who only sell at this hospital doang," said Amara ceria. "The hunt's down!"

Bian laughed amusedly as Amara shook her shoulders impatiently, asking her to stop the car at a distance of ten meters from the tent stall area.

"The batagor is good, Yank?" bian asked when he saw Amara tidying up her white headscarf while looking in the mirror of the car. "That's the guy who's gathering there again in the batagor queue?"

Amara blew the corner of the veil over her forehead, the thing that Bian did not understand what the purpose of her doing that was.

Poking the needle under her chin carefully, Amara explained in a cheerful tone, "Nih, well, well, if Om is looking for a wife who knows only branded goods and drain your money that is not endless, I retreat now. But if Om is looking for a wife who knows where snacks are cheap and tasty, I go ahead. When I was pregnant with Biandra I often bought the batagor, no wonder they queued. The batagor is delicious, really."

Bian couldn't help but laugh back and forth at Amara's words. His wife did know best how to make Bian laugh with all the behavior and way of talking Amara as it is.

"How many packs?" bian asked, turning off the engine and lowering the window, knowing he had to get down and wait in line to get what his wife wanted.

Amara leaned forward and kissed Bian on the cheek. "I just went down, you don't know how many sambels I want."

"Don't be spicy, later—"

"I have not given ASI to Biandra, so can be free to eat anything," concluded Amara while peeking Bian's cheek again before getting out of the car. "I want to go for you with Alif, okay?"

"No, make Alif. I don't like—"

"You just don't like spit, not necessarily you don't like this food. And I don't want if later you try to continue finally batagorku abis same as you."

Without waiting for a response from Bian, Amara immediately got out of the car and closed the door. Bian shook his head while chuckling, then watched Amara walk and join the crowd in front of the street vendor.

Bian realized, Amara too much has differences among women who have been with Bian— who tend to be jaim, prestige— and want to be served without reply to serve.

But Amara is not. His wife is not a typical person who does not appreciate people who do good to her, she is aware of it.

It was nice when all the attention Bian had lavished on her was greater than the woman. If Bian gives the moon to Amara, Bian even knows that Amara will give heaven and all her happiness to Bian.

It is not in vain that he persevered with a rude attitude and how stubborn Amara— would be if in the end he got a greater abundance of affection.

Bian was still thinking about how lucky he was to have a woman like Amara, until he realized that the group of people there had gradually reduced. Then, ringing the phone managed to pay Bian daydream, he reached into Amara's Gemin blackberry phone from his pants pocket.

Then his face furrowed gloomily as he read the name 'Sawfish'.

Damn it, Bian knew that Amara kept her contact number with such a name, and Bian did not want to replace it himself. Just let Amara name what she wants— even though Bian doesn't know the reason why Amara calls it 'the Butcher'.

"Yes, why?" bian asked while looking ahead, Amara was no longer in the group of people there.

"Om, I forgot my wallet," said Amara from across the call, unpretentious to the noise of passing cars, people talking to each other, saying, and Bian saw the woman appear while waving her hand towards his car. "You get down here, bring the money. I've been pesen, fearing that my queue will be dragged by people. I used to want to buy Om eat batagor, but now the deal uses Om money first, huh? Fifteen thousand for a serving."

Bian just exhaled, amused by what Amara said. The woman was indeed too frugal and forgot that Bian could not possibly be concerned about money, especially if the nominal was even that small.

"Luckily dear," muttered Bian amusedly.

Bian glanced at Biandra, making sure that the baby would not move excessively, and Bian knew that the car seat was bound— so Biandra could not fall.

Amara seemed to be conversing with a woman her age who was also waiting for the queue.

When Bian arrived before them and stretched out his wallet to Amara, the woman beside Amara stared in amazement at Bian— observing her tall figure and relaxed look in a white polo shirt with jeans under the knees.

Still staring at Bian unblinkingly, the woman asked Amara, "This is her Om, Tea? His face was very blissful, like a sprite. Can dong be recognized? I'm still single."

Bian held back a laugh when he saw Amara instantly grinning wryly.

"Why come here anyway?" hiss Amara while grabbing the wallet that Bian gave her. "No idea you're always attracting girls?!"

Bian didn't know what to say when to hear Amara's question. No wonder if sometimes Bian is too anxious to bite Amara, again and again.

"Should I change your queue?" Bian smiled mischievously, teasing Amara who was now blushing her cheeks. He knew his wife would not be happy if another woman glanced at him. "Your kasian pegel is standing here. Mending you wait in our son's car, my beloved wife."

Amara's lips immediately smiled widely, realizing that Bian was indirectly avoiding the woman beside Amara. So, no wonder if now the woman beside Amara was immediately stunned.

Amara happily pulled Bian's hand. "May queue, but both are the same. You are a danger if you are let alone. Cheating season is now."

Bian again just chuckled amusedly while holding Amara's hand, then muttered, "Makanya, I said stop calling Om. Show them proof of your ownership, tell them I belong to you. Your husband."

Amara smiled widely, her heart bursting out shrouded in happiness. So, she held onto Bian's arm possessively as she said, "My husband, I love you a lot."

Then Amara's cheeks were hot as some people turned their heads towards her. How could he possibly spontaneously say that in a loud voice? How humiliating!

Eventually they finished waiting in line and brought three portions of batagor in styrofoam, although Amara was a little embarrassed when again the center of attention.

However, he was able to breathe a sigh of relief when they got back into the car.

"Other times if you want to go out you wear a mask, wear a hat, use anything that can hide your face," complained Amara when Bian began to turn on the car.

"Hold or his jealousy, Ra," said Bian, smiling and maneuvering his gears. "What's not tired of yesterday's jealousy like it continues?"

"Mistake it yourself why you're handsome!" gerutu Amara while opening one of his batagor, and Bian could only exhale helplessly.

"Ra, I'll tell you, yes .. find that handsome and dirty husband" said Bian calmly. "Minimali, if in the future the guy hurts your heart, as if your eyes are not really sick to see his mediocre looks, a lot of behavior as well."

Amara almost choked on the batagor she was chewing on hearing Bian's words. "Do you have any plans to hurt me?" ask Amara fiercely.

"No, honey, no" said Bian regretfully. "I mean—"

"You mean to say that I'm lucky to have a handsome husband and look like you? Is that?"

"I didn't say it" Bian said lightly.

"But I realize you are handsome and dirty, really," Amara admitted shamelessly. "I'm afraid you're teased by another girl. What else is Tiara still waiting for you. Not to mention just now the girl blatantly wants to acquaintance with you just thought that you Om me. So, I'm telling you it's dangerous to come out without me."

Bian was just about to open his mouth when he heard his phone ring. Amara seemed to reach out to reach for the phone, then saw the name of Bian's brother appear on the phone screen.

"Your sister" said Amara, extending her hand and giving her phone to Bian.

"You answer me, loudspeaker."

So, Amara immediately obeyed what Bian said and held the phone. Then, Mirna's voice seemed anxious as she said, "Where are you still?"

"On the way home. Why?"

"Si Alif is not in the school, has been searched here and not met."

"Can't there be any, Ni?" bian's reprimand is serious. "You just picked him up now? It's one o'clock this way."

"Eh, I'm going to school at half-eleven" Mirna explained from across the call. "But don't know if it's UKK now, so it's fifteen minutes early. I'm the same Dika has been looking for Alif class, no one saw Alif he said."

Bian exhaled a furious breath. "Find me again until we meet! That kid doesn't usually go that way if I haven't picked up."

"Eh, it's been a muter-muter down here. Alif did not meet. Where else to try?"