The Suffering of the Wife I Divorced

Chapter 60

"You wait here for me to hang out with that little girl, huh?" persuade Bian to Amara gently and anxiously because Alif never found.

"Where else do you want to go? Teh Mirna people say Dika has fainted to all the usual friends playing with Alif," commented Amara, no less worried— feeling tired just evaporate. Change to worry because Amara knows exactly how much Alif means to Bian. "Mending the police report, deh. Let them yang—"

"The length of the process, dear," Bian explained. "It's not that easy to report as well. Anyway the Alif has not met twenty-four hours, we can not say that he was missing. I want to try the school again, want to try wondering about the CCTV footage that the school installed around the crossing. Mirna said she didn't want to go to the CCTV."

"But the guest should not be long" said Amara, holding Bian's hand ready to leave. "I want to go home, I want to rest."

Bian observed the fatigue that was emanating in Amara's eyes. Then leaned over and kissed Amara's cheek, while her hand squeezed the woman's fingers.

"Kasian Wife. Just hold on a second, will you?" bian said attentively. "Biandra let's be taken care of by Mirna. If you get the results, I will pick you up. If you are in the villa alone, no one even holds Biandra. So, just rest here while waiting for me."

Amara turned to the front window, watching Mirna holding Biandra on her porch. Finally he nodded as Bian once again landed a kiss on the forehead.

However, when the man was about to get off the couch, Bian just remembered something and immediately took the phone from his pocket while saying, "May the hatchling hp-nya not, Ra? Fear not to meet the homeroom teacher Alif, so you can immediately contact the principal to ask permission to check his CCTV."

"But it's a tukeran again, who knows Tiara's calling you again," Amara squeaked with a stiff smile as she swapped their phone.

"Yes, honey." Bian exhaled and smiled faintly, knowing that his wife was too wary and still shrouded in jealousy.

Amara observed Bian walking out, having a brief conversation with Mirna on the porch. Then, the man immediately went to ride his brother's motorbike and left his car in the courtyard of the house, probably to shorten the time— considering the time has been shown almost three in the afternoon, he said, and Amara knows the traffic condition is quite jammed.

When the roar of the motorbike Ridden by Bian swept from the courtyard, Amara just thought of something about the possibility of where Alif went— or rather who took Alif away.

So, as Mirna walked in and muttered something to the Biandra who was in the lap, Amara immediately said, "Teh, maybe not if the Alif was picked up by his mother?"

"Yunita means?"

Amara nodded, unsure of her own expectations.

"Ah, the feeling is not possible if picked up by Alif from school. Usually, he comes right away if he wants to see Alif." Mirna's forehead looked wrinkled as she sat beside Amara.

"But the problem is that since Alif lived with us, Om strictly forbids Yunita to find Alif," Amara explained seriously, then found Mirna looking surprised.

"So Yunita hasn't seen Alif in a month?" Mirna.

"Yes, it was Alif who was sick because he was brought to stay up with Yunita while playing PS he said."

"Uh, why didn't you say that earlier? Blow it up, let me chat Yunita." Mirna handed Biandra to Amara, then stood up from the sofa and picked up the cell phone in her room.

Shortly after, he returned muttering, "Phone is not answered."

"But the number's on, right?"

Mirna nodded. "Udah on WhatsApp, send it. Wait for him to answer." He put his phone on the table and took back the Biandra. "Udah, you fell asleep. It's so tired of looking at it."

Amara was just about to say when Mirna's phone tinkled chat notifications. Mirna immediately grabbed him and read Yunita's reply chat while patting Biandra's ass on her lap.

"Oh, it's really the same with her," Mirna lamented, a little upset that Yunita did not ask for permission or give her permission until everyone became worried. "You were brought in first he said weekly."

"Oh, Alif again UKK you know, Teh," commented Amara restlessly. "The last time nginep right Alif came home sick, that also made the Om did not ngizinin Yunita meet Alif—"

"Just now, we'll call" Mirna said, calling Yunita.

Amara could not hear what they were talking about, but Mirna glanced at Amara while listening to Yunita speak across the call. Which Amara can conclude, it seems likely that Yunita questioned the existence of Bian in the residence of Mirna.

Mirna also tells Amara that there is only Amara there, and then suddenly Mirna hands the phone to Amara while saying, "Yunita wants to talk to you she said."

"Me?" Amara crinkled, feeling unsure of what they would discuss.

Nevertheless, Amara still grabbed Mirna's phone and stuck it in the ear. "Yes, you want to talk to me?"

"Oh, yeah!" Yunita's voice initially sounded ordinary, but quickly turned angry and scolded Amara, "Lu right who ngehasud Bian so as not to ngizinin I met Alif?! Don't macem your same me, L*nte!"

"Be careful when you talk!" Amara refrained from getting angry, even though she wanted to get angry. So, Amara clenched her teeth while she replied with great emphasis, "Theian who has principles, she will not have to have to just because of me."

He admitted that he had indeed spoken to Bian in order to limit Yunita's meeting with Alif. However, all the decisions from the beginning had indeed been made Bian.

"Alah, don't need a lot of alesan, anj*ng!" growled Yunita from across the call, the intonation of her voice grew higher— as if making Amara a place to vent her frustration at Bian. "Lu think I don't know if you were married when Bian was my husband? Denger, here, well, women snatch men's husbands. Zabl*y cheap! Did you call my husband, call all my possessions, now you want to call Alif from me? Don't think that a cheap chick like you can live a nice and comfortable life by seizing everything I have—"

Yunita did not give Amara a chance to chim in, she continued to curse Amara harshly, "Look for my vengeance! I took everything you took from me! Don't dream of you dapetin Bian completely and completely. Basic lont* male snatch people! I'm suiting you, anj*ng!"

Amara's blood boiled when the call cut off next to the party after Yunita was content to scold her. No, it wasn't Yunita's last threat that scared Amara.

But the insults that mention themselves as the snatch of people's husbands!

Amara didn't say much when she put down Mirna's phone. He instantly grabbed the veil and put on the origin, overwhelmed with pain and anger.

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Yunita threw her body in annoyance on the sofa after berating Amara— even though only through mobile phone.

Although she was a little satisfied that she could vent her frustration, but still Yunita felt that was not enough.

If only he could have gone to send Amara— a meal like he did to his father-in-law, maybe at this time Yunita does not need to waste energy venting her irritation because she can not get Bian back.

Alif who had since heard how Yunita roared on the phone, he just put down the PS stick and looked at Yunita in surprise. Indeed, he was not strange to see his mother angry when talking about Bian.

For this reason, Alif can only play PlayStation as an effort to divert himself from listening to the swearing that is often thrown by Yunita.

Only, earlier Alif heard Yunita's remark that questioned Bian's existence on the person opposite the call. However, when he heard the name of his mother mentioned, Alif unknowingly stopped moving his fingers on the stick he was holding.

The existence of Yunita who sat beside him while enjoying a glass of coffee and abusing cigarette sticks, it made Alif inevitably hear what Yunita said on the phone.

So, when Yunita threw her phone in annoyance until her face turned red, Alif reflexively looked at her mother question mark.

"What wiry?" yunita snapped ferociously, the thing that Alif had heard when they were alone. "You're horrified, aren't you what Mom said?"

Alif's eyes twitched in confusion, unable to answer Yunita's question.

As if her anger had not yet overflowed, Yunita even glared at Alif while adding in a high tone, "Liat tuh, the person you call mother! Stop calling her mother. She's not your mother. Not yet you will be boiled by your stepmother who is not really it!"

"Mother is not fierce, Ma," said Alif fearfully. "Mother is good, when Alif is sick, also Mother who carries Alif to the bathroom just wants to vomit. Mother also nemenin Alif learned that malem-malem."

Yunita's eyes widened, almost coming out when she heard Alif's reply. His anger boiled over, realizing that Amara had even nearly robbed him of his only chance to return with Bian.

"Well, you can think of that brash woman, Alif?!" Yunita stood up while pointing at Alif furiously. "Now, dengann ... If not for that cheap woman, Papa you can't mukulin Mama. Papa you can't divorce Mama. Why do you think of the person who called Papa from Mama? You will not be kicked by that woman. Inget, there is no good stepmother with her stepson. He just loves his father. He's just pretending to be nice in front of Papa you—"

"Ma, if Papa is not around, Mother is also not fierce with Alif," Alif slightly trembled in fear, but still said what he got from Amara. "When Papa went to control the villa, Mother still good kok sama—"

"Now he is good! It will take a long time to come out its fangs. From the beginning she was not a real woman, it could be Papa you are fond of girls like her!" Yunita roared, not accepting what Alif said about Amara.

It would have been nice to have him strangling Alif right now, if only he could not remember that Alif meant too much to Bian— and the only possible thing that Bian would have fought for for the boy to come back.

As if it was not enough to see Alif almost crying in fear, Yunita again pointed at Alif's head in annoyance, "Think, Vin, think ... The one who took care of you from the baby was Mama. Not the Amara! You can't buy him! Inget, if the anj*ng's child is already big, you must have been kicked far away with the girl! Do you want Papa to take Amara with his son? Huh uh?!"

Alif could not open his mouth, but he lowered his head shaking, while tears continued to pour down his cheeks. Alif doesn't know who he should listen to, or who he should obey.

One year ago, the fact that he was not his mother's child was enough to make Alif lose half the joy. It is not easy for Alif to adapt to his own birth mother, even until now he has never felt closeness to Mirna.

I don't know why, but her birth mother tends to pay more attention to her two brothers. Now, after Alif had just stayed a month with his mother, he had to hear that Amara was the one who kept his mother separated.

Alif cried as much as he could, then sat back down and grabbed the PS— stick trying to provide comfort for himself.

Nevertheless, Alif still sniffled. Everything was too vague for Alif to be a role model, except for his papa. Alif didn't know how he should tell his mother that he now wanted to go home.

While away from Alif who was the target of Yunita's rampage, Bian had just arrived at the school when his phone kept ringing and found some missed calls from Mirna.

Bian calls back, then Mirna tells Alif that she is at Yunita's residence. When Bian said he was going to pick up the child, he was surprised when Mirna said that Amara left her residence after a phone fight with Yunita.

The first thing Bian was worried about was that Amara's heart must have been hurt if the woman had left in a state of crying as Mirna had said.

Then, the question arises that is filled with fear, where does his wife go? Will Amara go to her parents' house or to their villa?

Without thinking much more, Bian immediately stuck the gas and drove the motor to their residence. Before entering the gate that the villa guard opened, Bian questioned whether Amara went back there or not.

When the villa guard said that Amara and Biandra had just arrived, Bian hurriedly parked the motorbike and entered the villa with a thousand steps.

As she climbed the steps of two steps at once, she heard Amara screaming from the room whose door was not closed.

It is certain that the woman must be angry, especially when remembering her emotional which is definitely still not normal— remembered the woman experiencing postpartum anxiety.

In fact, not long ago Amara was actually able to sleep without anti-depressant drugs. Now, hearing how the woman was crying roaring, of course Bian was unusually panicky— worried something happened to Amara or Biandra, especially when considering Biandra was almost in danger when Amara was under pressure.

In that room, Amara was only able to vent all her emotions after being scolded by Yunita. It felt so crowded when he could not defend himself at all for the sadistic accusations made by Bian's ex-wife on him.

He did cry when he came home from Mirna's house, but that was also because his tears just slid. Now, after there was no one around, then Amara could spill her tears so profusely— a rumble that made her breath feel short.

The thing that made Amara incredibly upset was, Yunita instantly ended the call just like that.

Cowardly man!

In fact, not once or twice Yunita came to visit the villa when she wanted to see Alif, and obviously not allowed by Bian. Amara thought incessantly, if she was guilty, why did Yunita never dare to reprimand her in front of Bian? Why is that woman only able to say all-out when Bian is not around?