The Suffering of the Wife I Divorced

Chapter 63

Amara and Bian were just about to start eating when the roar of the familiar motorbike sounded. It is certain that Dika-lah must have come at a clock like this.

As Bian moves to open the locked door, Amara rushes up to wear a more polite outfit— considering that she is currently wearing only her husband's t-shirt.

When she came back down to the dining room after wearing long pajamas, Dika this time refused when Amara offered to have dinner together. However, still the sister-in-law joined in the dining room and carried the Biandra from Bian's lap.

Amara did not know what Bian had talked to his younger brother, but Dika suddenly said, "Mending tomorrow I'll pick up his Alif. Dika Males met the Yuanita, the teteh is now again flanked by her legs. Anyway, if tomorrow Dika can pick up at school, do not need to go all the way to Yuanita's house. If he still doesn't want to give Alif, just said that all the places will be taken again."

"Where, Ra?" Bian looked at Amara. Not that she couldn't make a decision, but Amara said she wanted to pick up Alif now.

Amara simply nodded before feeding the food into her mouth. Of course, what could he do other than agree?

Amara wants Alif to come home now. However, he was also unwilling that Bian should go to Yuanita's residence.

So, if Bian's sister and sister can't go to pick up Alif, she will have to wait until they can.

"But tomorrow is also your brother who will take Alif to school?" Amara grinned broadly at Bian, as if to tell him that he would not give Yuanita a chance to meet Bian. "Who knew your ex-wife was in school."

"Yaelah, Tea .. the Aa also must have been lazy to meet that girl," commented Dika lightly. "Don't the Aa, if it's too bad to see the increasingly complicated behavior, spread the charm here and there to overcome the behavior of the abege, forget the same age as it looks."

Amara had no interest in gossiping about Yuanita. However, she has twice been a single parent— even though Amara is not a installment widow who deliberately seeks the attention of adam.

So, to avoid the conversation, Amara hurriedly finished her meal and took the Biandra from Dika. Then, then he rushed up to his room to put Biandra to sleep, letting Bian and Dika both be as usual.

Amara was already fast asleep when Bian entered the room almost one night. Dika was home two hours ago, but then Bian called by one of his friends and talked long enough about the business.

Bian stood by the bed, observing Amara who now seems more relaxed than last night— of course it makes Bian extraordinarily happy.

So, no wonder if now Bian wants to reward Amara with a night of passion.

With careful movement, Bian raised Amara's hand to take the Biandra. However, no matter how slow the movement, Amara still woke up when Biandra was taken from his embrace.

"What the hell are you doing?" Amara's voice was hoarse, while she forced her reddened eyes to open in surprise, but then again closed when she found out that it was her husband.

"Udah, Biandra let him sleep here just like yesterday," continued Amara while holding Bian's hand. "She's waking up in the middle of the mallem now."

"From yesterday can also hug even though we slept three," muttered Amara without opening his eyes. "Faraway if you have to go to bed just to give milk."

Bian did not respond, he placed Biandra on his bed carefully. Then, bend over and land a kiss on her cheek after covering her body with a soft-bristled pink blanket. "My little angel," muttered Bian proudly. "Sleep well, Sweetie."

Furthermore, Bian immediately joined another angel who was now rolling lazily with his back position. Bian pulled the blanket over and pulled Amara's waist into the arms, too tight to his body until Amara squirmed a bit forward.

"Honey," whispered Bian as he pulled the blanket over their bodies, then re-hugged Amara.

Not really just hugging. Because now one of his hands began to slip into Amara's pajamas, touching Amara's warm abdominal skin— then whispered hoarse when the hand guerrilla a little more up, "You're a habit if you sleep always wear a bra, not short of breath what? I open, yeah?"

"Mode!" grumbling Amara while patting Bian's hand that started squeezing his breasts*danya. "I'm sleepy, Om. No need to macem."

"No macem-macem, dear," whispered Bian on Amara's shoulder, and without his wife's consent, he said, Bian kept moving his hands to the woman's back from inside the pajamas— pulling off the bra hook so that his hands could access more freely on the pay*dara the wife. "Just give me a gift because you've changed your mind and asked to pick Alif up."

Amara squirms her head. The hair bristles when Bian rubs his hair, then kisses the nape of Amara until the woman's stomach tightens.

However, without stopping Bian's increasingly mischievous hand on her breast*, Amara asked in an increasingly sleepy voice, "What gift at all? Tomorrow again just love the gift, I'm so sleepy to see it."

Bian chuckled and flipped Amara's body to face him. "No need to look, you still need to be able to crumple kok to enjoy the gift that I want to love."

However, the speech actually made Amara more curious and forced to open her eyes. Before Amara's view was fully opened, Bian had brought her face closer to kiss Amara's lips.

Amara grimaced while patting Bian on the shoulder, trying to keep her head away and take off Bian's pagutan.

However, the man did not give Amara a chance to refuse. Bian pulled Amara's nape and deepened the kiss on her lips, while the man's long legs locked onto Amara's thigh to keep it from coming into contact.

Amara's eyes widened, almost choking as Bian clenched his lips greedily. The man's tongue tapped Amara's lips to open and asked for more access.

Amara only really realized the gift Bian meant when the man jerked off his pants. From inside the blanket, Bian's hands move more boldly as he finds something more fun than pay*dara.

Furthermore, without brushing off the blankets that covered their bodies, without having to bother taking off the rest of their clothes— Bian showed what gifts he could give to his wife because he had dared to suppress fear of threats from the former.

Amara was immersed in endless joy as Bian made his way in the rhythm of shahdu. Next, Bian invites Amara to fly towards the majesty of nirvana in blissful explosions. Both are engrossed in orgasm in the surge of loving desire.