The Suffering of the Wife I Divorced

Chapter 62

For the sake of keeping Amara calm, Bian folded and put aside his anxiety about Alif.

The night became a long and tiring night for Amara, Bian himself was no exception.

Repeatedly Bian found Amara aghast in her sleep, as if to make sure that she remained beside Amara.

The experience of gloomy days and various terrible things that Amara had experienced, maybe that is what became a series of anxiety his wife.

Based on what he had heard from Amara, the number of bad things that had hit the woman, no wonder if in his sleep alone Amara was so agitated.

Bian could feel how agitated and frightened the woman was, even in his sleep Amara continued to be devastated.

What was even more painful for Bian was to find his wife so resigned— as if she was so tired of facing her fear of being overwhelmed with despair.

In the blink of an eye, Bian realized Amara's soul was again disturbed. That woman was like she had just gotten a terror that was truly life-threatening.

The next day became even more terrifying for Bian. It was not that Amara was getting more and more frightened at the thought of Yuanita's threat. However, Amara did not complain about Bian.

However, her actions clearly showed that the woman was getting worse. Evident from how Amara brought Biandra to the bathroom, sitting holding her child on a closet sat— right when Bian took a bath at night.

It is surprising how a word of threat that is uttered by someone is capable of harming others. It may sound mild when uttering the word 'santet', but the effect received by people who have their own trauma, it seems to cause damage to the nervous system in the head of Amara.

If only Amara could be left behind, it would be too bad for Bian to leave and strangle Yuanita to death for daring to disturb his wife's calm.

Amara no longer complained on the second night. In fact, Bian heard a tone of comfort coming out of Amara's mouth when talking to Biandra.

"Huu, your dad's been a long time, huh? Cold, yes, you came here?"

Bian smiled as he rinsed the soap foam under the shower. At least, no matter how upset Amara was, the woman was still heard trying to provide comfort for her daughter.

Amara stood up and paced in front of the mirror. Then, he saw the reflection of his face that was so terrible.

'Look at your eyes, Amara!' amara said to herself in her heart. 'The time has to be a fool just because of the threat of Yuanita is not reasonable anyway?!'

Amara stared at Bian's reflection in the mirror, which was now drying her body with a white towel, then wrapped around her waist while walking out of the shower room.

"Don't kiss her Biandra" said Amara when Bian had just approached them. "Your lips must be cold."

"Kiss her Mother may?" Bian grabbed a small towel from the hanging shelf to dry his wet hair.

"No." Amara corrected Biandra's position, cupping the child's body in her chest— while her fingers moved on Biandra's back.

"Om," Amara said in a low voice, then saw Bian glancing at her from the mirror. "What do you want to eat?"

Bian's eyebrows shot up, still rubbing the towel in his hair. "Let's cook together if I change clothes."

"You take Biandra, let me cook." Amara turned her head and found Bian looking astonished, considering that at this time the woman was always stalking him. "Bikin capcay is a bit spiffy, huh?"

"I am Temenin" said Bian while hanging back a small towel in his hand.

"I can do it myself. Cepetan put on a shirt, keep hold of Biandra."

She watches Amara walk out of the bathroom, and Bian wonders why Amara is so fickle?

Amara did not reply, with one hand pulling a set of Bian sleeping clothes from the wardrobe. "Simple pajama cake, huh?"

"Ra, you're really—"

"Udah spout with his clothes on, already want eight o'clock you know. We haven't eaten the malem" Amara said as she walked to the bed and laid the Biandra down. "Let me call you when it's over."

After saying that Amara immediately walked quickly out of the room, leaving behind Bian who was wearing clothes with a astonished expression.

Since yesterday, Amara really could not be far from Bian. Now, this sudden change really made Bian a little in disbelief.

So, after finishing buttoning the pajamas, Bian grabbed the Biandra and followed Amara into the kitchen with quick steps.

"Ih, the Biandra-nya don't bring it here. Blessed if the smell of cooking, his idle pedes can not sneeze," grumbled Amara who was slicing seasoning.

"Her staff said yesterday that they didn't want to go far," commented Bian who receded backwards, slightly away from the kitchen door.

"I am tormented as I am afraid of myself" said Amara as she peeled a carrot before slicing it thinly. Then her lips hummed forced, "Que Sera Sera ... Will be we!"

Bian held a choked laugh. Between the humorous and humorous listen to the song and the motivation of Amara's sketch.

"I'm finally back, Amara" commented Bian, giggling in amusement, then walked into the dining room and sat down while holding Biandra. "Means I can go for a second, huh, honey?"

"Not be able to!" peekik Amara from the kitchen. "In the house there was no brother. No one prancing around singing the opening movie Spongebob in the bathroom, no one bothered to buy a krabby patty. No one brought nanyain when Si Upin Ipin graduated from Tadika Mesra. No one asked for fried chicken wings with thighs. Uh, I miss him."

Bian fell silent, then heaved a heavy sigh. If he could talk and tell Amara, Bian would love to say that he not only misses Alif, but is obviously worried and anxious for the boy.

However, Bian is still considering picking up Alif. Worry again that Amara will be the target of Yuanita's rampage behind Bian, just like yesterday.

Finally Bian could only swallow all his words, trying to convince himself that Alif must be fine, hoping that nothing would happen to the boy during his time with Yuanita.

"Nr ..."

Amara's slightly loud voice again dragged Bian's consciousness who was thinking about Alif. "Yes, why? Need help?"

"No, I can do it myself." Bian can hear the hiss and aroma of sauteed onions, unpretentious to the sound of sodets and pans clashing. "If for example you ask your sister to pick Alif up, how about, huh?"

"You serious, Ra?" Bian. "Yesterday you said he was afraid that Alif would be picked up later he would turn on—"

"Udahlah, I've been labeled as ugly as Yuanita," said Amara, his voice sounded a little annoyed. "So, I thought I would show him what he accused me of. If he is accused of me instigating you, then I want to show him that I will instigate you worse. But when do I want to be a coward? If you don't show evidence of Yuanita's infidelity, maybe I can still be afraid. But if you've seen it like that, ah, thank you if I have to be a loser many times ..."

Amara looked from the kitchen door to the dining table, then found Bian laughing while leaving his index back in Biandra's mouth.

"By the way, you said four villas and one house you were given to Yuanita right?" amara continued with an evil smile. "That's why you love it for the sake of being able to dapetin Alif, why don't you threaten to take it again villa if Alif is not delivered? I've already been branded everything from him, right?"

Bian's laughter grew increasingly bubbling at Amara's words, a little in disbelief at the end of the woman's fangs.

Before Bian could make a comment because he was so amused at Amara's suggestion, the woman again added, "But don't you go! I'm afraid you can't go back. Let your sister be the same one who picked up Alif."

"Is this your decision?" Bian. "Aren't you afraid of getting stuck?"

"No!" Amara exclaimed confidently. "Udah I said, what ever will be ... Will be we!"