The Suffering of the Wife I Divorced

Chapter 61

Amara sat on the floor leaning against the bed, while her cries were unusually broken. So, as Bian walked in hastily, Amara immediately grabbed a pillow from the bed and threw Bian.

"It's all because of you!" peeking Amara in the middle of his stuffing. "If you hadn't married me, it wouldn't have been possible for your ex-wife to say that I'm a man's husband!"

Bian managed to catch the pillow and walked towards Amara. He sighed heavily before asking, "You fought with Yunita?"

"Who's fighting?" Amara. "Do you now want to blame me if I fight with him? You used to take my cerein because of Yunita ..."

In the end, the old wound re-emerged in Amara's heart.

"Now what? You came here to blame me too for ever telling you so that Alif doesn't meet Yunita?" Amara brushed her nose with the tip of the white tunic she was wearing. "Keep everything wrong with me! But they don't know that you dragged me into your life! Still mending if yes I'm the same he fought, as if I could fight him ..."

Amara pushed Bian as the man held her hand, trying to pull Amara into an embrace.

"I was just scolded, I was insulted, I was scolded, accused of calling you, your money and Alif from him" Amara continued as her cries grew louder. "I hurt, you know?!"

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No wonder Bian immediately seethed in anger when he saw Amara looking hurt, especially when the woman described what Yunita was doing.

Maybe Bian can still be patient if someone insults or spits on his face if the person hates himself.

However, he will not be able to bear if the person who became the victim of his tantrums is his family— especially Amara, the woman he loves as well as the mother of his beloved son.

Actually, right now all Bian wanted to do was calm Amara down. Only, it seemed that the aggravation on Yunita was more dominant and took over Bian's defense.

Ever since learning what Yunita has done to herself and her family, Bian has been so incredibly resentful of her that she really doesn't want Alif to be close to Yunita.

If only there was no involvement with Alif, if only Alif was not his nephew, if only Alif someone else— that Bian might be able to ignore just like that, maybe Bian had killed Yunita after knowing that woman who sent the witch until papa Bian died.

Fuck if he has to languish behind bars as long as he can eliminate Yunita. Unfortunately, there is Alif who is the consideration of Bian, and he knows that Alif has not really accepted the fact that Yunita is not his biological mother.

Evident from how decreased spirit and cheerfulness Alif. Although in the past few months Bian allowed Yunita to meet Alif, but it was a shame for her to see the woman, and all that she did was just to be able to see Alif back cheerful as before.

Far from the bottom of Bian's heart, he never willingly if Alif locked in sadness because he knows very well what it is like to be a broken home child.

Currently, he was only trying as much as possible so that in the future, Alif did not choose the wrong association because of a handful of bitter memories in childhood that the child experienced.

Now, Amara's complaints are so hurt by Yunita's behavior, it seems to actually manage to take over Bian's self-control.

Without much to say, Bian was moved to his feet and was about to walk out carrying with him a gerrymandering embedded in his head.

However, just as she stepped up, Amara stood up and probed, "Where are you going?"

"Thank you the same insolent man," he sighed as he walked out. "That can't be done anymore that's people. The longer the more. Just so you know, Ra ... no one is wrong with you. Basically the character of Yunita is petty ...."

Bian turned to face Amara as the woman pulled on the back of her shirt, her breathing still hunting— seemed to be overwhelmed with anger.

Before Amara could open her mouth, Bian added seriously, "And you need to suck, no one calls me from anyone. Married to you or not, basically me and Yunita must be divorced. And I've told you before, before I met you, Yunita was not a woman who could keep her loyalty. I once explained that my talak to Yunita fell by itself if she made a mistake. See ... You are not guilty at all and do not deserve to be blamed, let alone to be touted as a snatch of people's husbands."

"But why is he so sure that I'm the one here guilty of your separation?" amara protested with tears that returned to flow, "Kok effect Yunita never did anything wrong, it will be you who are amazingly depraved."

"I've told you that he cheated on you" Bian insisted on convincing Amara that she didn't feel guilty and angry. "Do I need to show you all the evidence of her affair? Do I need to give you a hot video of her and her affair while still my wife?"

As if it was necessary to convince herself that Bian and Yunita must have been divorced with or without her presence, Amara looked up to raise her chin and urged, "Where is the evidence that it is true that it still exists. I need the capital and the evidence to prove that she's not a good woman either, that it wasn't me that caused you to divorce, not that I made you turn away, and I'm not the man's husband-captor like he said."

"Now I just need to come to Yunita because I can't keep Alif for long with her, and I can't accept hearing that you're being insulted like that's the same guy who's a lot worse than trash—"

"But you don't go now!" amara said as she pulled Bian's hand, then looked at the man with full supplication. "Don't get into his trap, because the only thing I believe in is the way he lets you come. He said he'd call you back from me, and I'm sure he knows that Alif is the source of your weakness— that even you say to be willing to say whatever he wants as long as he can take over Alif. Please ... don't go now, I'm afraid you'll be—"

"But I hurt to see you like this, don't you know?!" Bian glared at Amara while squeezing the woman's shoulder. "You think I'm gonna be horrified my wife is insulted to cry like gini? Emang basically Yunita has to die—"

"So you go to jail and leave me with Biandra? That's what you mean?" peekik Amara frustrated. "You think everything can be solved with emotion? You don't think, if you don't exist then how will I be with Biandra? How should I explain to Alif the Biandra if you were imprisoned for years until they were big? Do you think about how I would raise a child without you? Think not the impact in the future will be like how if you really dark eyes until kill Yunita?"

Bian was silent, trying to temper the bubbling emotions in the soul. Amara's growing cries and remarks seemed to be a consideration for Bian. His wife was right, she could not darken her eyes and had to think about the risks ahead.

So, Bian pulled and grabbed Amara into his chest. Hugged the woman tightly, while she kissed the top of her head emotionally.

"Keep me how should Yunita, Ra?" bian muttered after a while. "The woman will forever be a problem for our household. What do I have to do, Ra?"

Amara looked up at Bian, then Bian's hand outstretched to wipe Amara's cheek that was still shed by tears.

"She told your sister that Alif would take her for a week" explained Amara when Bian darted Amara's nose with her fingers. "So he threatened to do so ..."

Amara took in a lot of breaths, her voice turning into a whisper full of fear when she again drowned her face in the arms of her husband.

"She said she'd hook me if I provoked you to take Alif," continued Amara while hugging Bian's waist tightly. "Ikutin once wanted Yunita ngajak Alif nginep a week. I'm afraid he'll actually send santet if you take Alif now—"

"He will not be able to hold you, my dear wife," Bian said, exhaling deeply. "The only witch doctor he often went to was burned to death five months ago."

"Where do you know that he often comes to shamans?" Amara looked up again and looked at Bian in disbelief.

Bian was silent for a moment, looking into his eyes as if tracing the dark mazes hidden in his mind. Once again Bian took a deep breath, then again buried Amara's head in his chest.

"I told you that I seized him when he and I were fighting" Bian explained after a while. "From there I saw the digital trail he was the same Icha— temen as well as his former brother-in-law. They talked about shamans, and made me even more suspicious. From there I called Icha, and he kept making up stories. Since then I have sent people to trace the whereabouts of the shaman. It turned out that the shaman was targeted by the citizens around because his existence and practice in the black world was indeed unsettling. So, no wonder that in the end the shaman and mediator were burned alive."

Amara is almost speechless to hear Bian's explanation, although the man does not fully reveal that Yunita was also the one who sent the witch to Bian's father.

Too many reasons make such a Bian hate Yunita and that shaman. Especially when looking at the black and white photo of Mr. Amara who was also in the hut in the forest.

All makes sense when Amara once told that his mother died due to the witchcraft sent to his father, then he who actually became a victim due to the savagery of inhuman people. Ironically, the perpetrator who used the shaman's services was Yunita's own parents.

I don't know what the motives are that background up to those people to the heart make Amara lose her mother. Yang Bian knew, he couldn't possibly tell Amara that Yunita was the son of the one who had made Amara motherless.

"But, what if Yunita finds another shaman and actually sucks me?"

Bian was able to catch the tone of fear in Amara's voice. Especially as the woman continued, "And I once said that my mother died from mistargeting. How about Biandra if I'm really—"

"No way, honey," said Bian, calming. However, it would be a lie if he was even a little horrified when he remembered that Yunita was a reckless person. Thinking about it made Bian tightly hug Amara and stroke her back— hoping it never happened. "We'll be fine, Ra. You won't do anything."

"But I'm scared."

If the word was spoken by a clear-minded person, maybe Bian would be upset because Amara could never understand. However, the sentence was spoken from women who suffered from excessive anxiety and worry.

So, Bian again could only land a kiss on the top of Amara's head deeply. "There I am here. You don't be afraid."

"You don't go anywhere" Amara said in a soft mutter. "If the witch comes and invites my death, who will be the nalqin and the whisper of the creed in my ear? Please ... don't go far for a second. I'm scared."

"Ra, don't talk about it." Lying if Bian is not afraid when he hears the tone of despair spoken by his wife. "Patience, My wife."