The Suffering of the Wife I Divorced

Chapter 64

After performing the dawn prayer at five o'clock last, Amara chose to re-engage while hugging Biandra in bed— no matter though this time is almost eight in the morning.

Not because her daughter is still a little fussy since immunization three days ago, but now she feels her whole body is so crumpled.

In fact, Amara suspected that all his muscles and bones had become dysfunctional, making it seem difficult to move.

No, nothing bad happened to Amara. However, Amara knew full well the cause of her feeling so limp this morning.

All of that must be the impact of the actions of Bian who attacked him again ferociously at dawn.

When she heard the door opened, Amara stared intently at the attacker who made her helpless like this.

Bian walked in with a tray of food he had made thirty minutes ago. "Because, yeah, make breakfast? Was it laper?" Without closing the door behind him, Bian stepped beside the bed.

He swiped a dirty milk bottle over the nightstand, tissue box, cell phone, telon— oil and everything *****bizarre that he hadn't tidied up. Then, put the tray down while he sat down beside Amara.

"My wife's father didn't have the strength to talk," said Bian without sin, then grabbed Amara's hand so that the woman sat— did not care even though the woman's expression seemed so irritated to see him.

"Based on a beast!" hissing Amara while fending off Bian's hand.

Bian just giggled amusedly, teasing Amara. In fact, he deliberately leaned over and buried his face into Amara's shoulder.

"No satisfaction?" whispered Bian while kissing Amara's neck.

Amara did not answer, choosing to push Bian's shoulder and immediately grabbed a glass of warm lemon tea on the tray.

However, he slightly grimaced with pain when moving his thigh. Given how Bian played in the third round which was quite aggressive, Amara was even more annoyed because it made her feel numb and thick.

"Still sick?" Bian picked up the glass in Amara's hand, worried that the tea would spill as the woman's hand seemed to tremble slightly. "Sorry, huh?"

"For you who are not satisfied!" gerutu Amara's. If it had been dawn he hadn't complained of pain in his intimate area, maybe Bian wouldn't have stopped hating him. In fact, last night they had made love twice before Bian slept. "Basic maniac!"

Bian laughed as he ruffled Amara's hair. "Mistake of himself why his sigh lustin. I told you you're the prettiest if again *******. So, it's not my fault that I want to see my beautiful wife continue."

"The alesan continues." Amara gritted her teeth, irritated to hear that Bian could always dodge.

When Bian brought the glass to Amara's lips to drink her tea, Amara grunted grimly and said, "Byupin first the tea, it's hot."

"Suapin use a spoon, huh?" Bian leaned over and grabbed a clean spoon on the tray. Then re-enforce the body and feed the tea to his wife.

Bian observed Amara's eye bead move anxiously, and that certainly made Bian worry. "So that's really bloody?" ask Bian worriedly. "Go to the gynecologist, huh? Fear of injury, let it be checked—"

"No need," said Amara, shaking her hand. "I just need to check again, like a flek. Maybe the residual blood is still coming out .. mm, do not know if to menstruate. I don't know when my period is normal."

Bian put down the glass after Amara drank a few teaspoons. Then reach for a plate containing boiled eggs, broccoli and chicken breast which is also just boiled. In fact, Bian has separated between the yolk and egg white— considering that the woman does not like egg yolk so much.

Before feeding the food, Bian rubbed a child's hair on Amara's face and tucked it behind the ear. Then raised the woman's chin to observe the look in her eyes.

"Are you not going to the doctor?" bian asked, making sure in an anxious tone. As Amara shook her head, Bian landed a brief kiss on his wife's lips and muttered, "Don't make me worry."

"That's why don't you ask. The time is just a pause a day has almost six times played," complained Amara moody. "Know that the game is late."

Once again Bian kissed Amara's lips. "Yes, not much more. Once aja ... But every day."

"And I told you that I'd chatted Mirna, honey," said Bian gently as he continued to feed Amara.

"Who knows if your brother forgot." Amara smiled stiffly. "Semalem Dika says your sister is again flanked by her boyfriend, who knows her boyfriend is still—"

"No!" tukas Bian seriously. "Amemalem I told Dika nginep there, it's good that you're old still think you want to marry—"

"Eh, don't be like women" Amara said. "Sister you also need a husband, need a living? He's not really old, is he? The difference setaun two taun doang same 'you?"

"The thing is, he had three children three different fathers, Ra." Bian exhaled a furious breath. "The problem of living I've taken over all, so when he asked for the same cafe bouquet rental PS to be taken care of with his first child, I agreed. Their school fees, daily needs are the same monthly I have enough. Marriage period three times not satisfied—"

"But all of them died?" Amara looked at Bian seriously. "What are your biological needs if you don't have a husband? You know there are things you can't get out of your family?"

"Yes, yes .. I know. But you do not think also how later if Alif already understand and know I am not his real father, he continues to live with Mirna, have a stepfather ... mending that his stepfather is better than me, if worse how? You understand that I just don't want Alif in the future to have a mental burden that—"

"He won't do anything, Om," said Amara, holding Bian's hand, reassuring. "The short that I noticed from the way you yangin the brother, I'm sure he will not be the wrong association as you are worried. In the future, if he knew you were not his father, a small rebellion would exist, down would have happened. I'm not in your position, but I understand how it feels to be Alif. So, I think ..."

Bian looked at Amara seriously, waiting for the next sentence to roll from the woman's lips. No matter how young his wife was, Bian never refused to listen to Amara's ideas.

"Maybe you should not worry that Alif will be wrong," continued Amara after a while. "Basically, all parents cannot continue to love their children every second. And I think the most important thing now is not that, but to go back to your own. It's not really Alif Doang who's hurt, it's you too ...."

Amara stared into Bian's eyes, trying to speak from the point of understanding.

"My mom used to cry all day long telling me I was just her stepdaughter. And if anyone says that only biological parents have great affection for their children, I don't agree at all. In fact, my stepmother raised me lovingly. He was the first one to get hurt when I was bullied. So, I am sure that Alif certainly in the future will not want to see you hurt, and will keep his attitude. Trust me, will you?"

Bian did not comment, but his mind went out the first time Bian came to Amara's house. He remembered how Amara had cried when she asked for her mother's forgiveness, and that was because Bian could not keep his mouth.

If Bian had not known that she was only Amara's stepmother, he would never have believed that there was a mother-and-daughter relationship whose affection seemed equally great, as a person who has a blood relationship.

Bian took a deep breath. Trying to digest Amara's decipherment. No matter his wife is much younger, but Bian is aware that there are Amara life experiences that make the woman can sometimes think much more mature.

It's true what people say. Experience is the best teacher— for those who can take lessons in it. And Bian will try to learn Amara's experience to face Alif in the future.

"Love, Ra," said Bian softly, and as he saw a red hue adorning Amara's cheeks, Bian drew his lips closer to kiss Amara's forehead. "Luckily I meet you, and the advantage is greater because you are my wife, mine .. mine—"

"What the heck are you lebay lebay that." Amara laughed as she pinched Bian's stomach. She does love it when her husband is romantic, but not in this state. "The next school bribe, I'm hungry."

"Basar is spoiled," muttered Bian with a smile, but of course Bian did not mind indulging his wife.

However, Bian realized Amara looked sweeter when she acted like a child instead of the woman being angry as usual.

Amara turned to the table when she heard the phone vibrate, then frowned when she saw the name of the villa guard appear on the screen of Bian's phone.

He observed Bian answering the call, but not speaking— only raised a astonished eyebrow and immediately ended the call.

"What's wrong?" amara asked when she saw Bian rush to put the dishes on the table.

"You open the door" said Bian anxiously. "Si Alif came home alone. I think he ran away from school—"

"Can we do it?"