The Suffering of the Wife I Divorced

Chapter 66

"Bun, if Papa isn't around, Mommy's gonna beat up your sister?"

Amara coughed at Alif's question during dinner.

Since Alif came home this morning, Amara had seen Alif more silent than before the boy stayed at Yuanita's house.

In fact, the habit of Alif who always sang cheerfully in the bathroom suddenly disappeared. Even more surprising, Amara had found Alif looking gloomy when gathering with Biandra and Bian this afternoon.

At first, Amara did not suspect Alif's behavior that somewhat avoided time together with him. Earlier, when he made fried rice for breakfast, Alif even chose to go up and join Bian.

In fact, usually Alif always wanted to know what Amara cooked for him. At that time, Amara just thought maybe Alif really missed Biandra too much as the boy said. However, as time went on, Amara realized that Alif was indeed avoiding Amara.

Now, having Alif's question spoken in front of Bian, of course Amara is increasingly convinced that something is happening to the boy.

"Yes no," Finally Amara managed to answer after her cough subsided.

"If his brother is wayward pas Papa does not exist, Mommy wants to mukulin—"

"Sir, why is it like going to the Mother?" In the end Bian also commented when he saw Amara's facial expression was a little unhappy. "Emang Mommy ever galakin you? Not, Brother."

Amara blinked at Bian when she saw Alif looking down and feeding him his food.

"Sister, from earlier Brother ngehindarin Mother for fear of being beaten, huh?" amara asked gently while rubbing Alif's slightly slumped back. "There's no Papa you, in front of or behind your Papa. Even if Mommy is angry because you are wayward, Mommy certainly can not hit you, dear."

Alif turned his head and looked towards Amara hesitantly. "Really, Bun? Promise not to be beaten?"

Amaral watched Alif's expression closely. At first glance, there is fear emanating from the glare of my eyes Alif.

Amara once felt a sense of fear as seen on the account now. Especially when her older brother beat up Amara just because of trivial problems.

Amara put the spoon on the plate and rubbed the head of Alif sitting beside her. How could he possibly have the heart to lay hands on a child, especially that child was an orphan.

When Amara had just opened her mouth, Bian suddenly said calmly, "Si Mommy is not fierce, Sister. If Mother has said that she will not hit you, that means no, sister. Do you believe Papa never lied to you?"

The heat crawled Amara's cheeks hearing how Bian said it while smiling at Amara. Among all the people, Amara was actually unusually rude to Bian.

In fact, that man was the only one who so often received Amara's tantrums. However, how could Bian be so sure when he told Alif that he was good?

Amara glanced at Bian with the tail of her eyes, then sheathed a gentle smile as she squeaked softly, "Look, Om."

"Mother, why call him 'om'?" ask Alif who easily changes the topic of conversation, and no wonder if the tone of speech contains curiosity. "Why don't you call me Dad or Dad?"

When Bian choked with laughter at Alif's question, Amara smiled stiffly as she said, "And she's neither your father nor your father."

"But my mom used to call him papa, not Om kayak Mommy that call him."

Bian couldn't bear to not laugh seeing Amara meet red. It was clear that his wife seemed unable to answer Alif's question. In fact, not one or two times Bian reminded Amara to stop calling him 'Om'.

"Si Mommy is just not used to it yet, Brother," said Bian finally, knowing that his wife had no reason to answer. "Samely call him father Biandra—."

"That means only Brother Doang called Papa?" ask Alif moody. A little unhappy because he's the only one who's distinguished.

Bian caught the sadness that emanated from Alif's eyes. She stopped eating and gulped down some water, then went back to responding to her son.

Alif was silent for a moment, seemingly thinking hard. He fed another spoonful of food into his mouth and turned to Amara with a doubtful look.

After a while, Alif finally looked back at Bian and explained confusedly, "Temen-temen at school sister on calling her parents different. Some call mama papa, mami papi, father mother, father mother, but no one calls papa sama mother. If you call your mother the same as your mother, you will be afraid of tapers. So, can't you just call him 'dad?"

At first Amara did not want to respond to Alif. For Amara, no matter how Alif called Bian, it still makes no difference— the man is still a parent to Alif.

However, when the boy mentioned his mother, there was a sudden sense of heat in Amara's heart. Lie if you do not get stung with jealousy when imagining what Bian's affection for his ex-wife is like.

Now, when I heard that Alif preferred to call Bian father without any insistence from anyone, of course Amara was a little comforted.

"That's a big dong, brother. Let it be the same with you" Amara exclaimed enthusiastically.

It would be hypocritical if Amara did not want to make Alif or Bian really open a new page with him. And Amara had to admit, when she heard Alif calling Bian papa, sometimes Amara was a little upset and jealous.

He didn't know why his heart was always boiling if it was about Bian's past. Actually, he realized, the past is an unforgettable thing.

However, Amara still could not suppress his jealousy. However, now she is Bian's wife, she is the woman who runs the household with the man.

Sometimes Amara thinks she is too childish, but she also thinks it is only natural that she wants to have a whole family without the shadow of the past, no matter if Alif is with her.

After dinner, Amara spent time together with Alif. Accompanying the child to study, especially since Alif today did not go to school. However, considering that this week Alif is being repeated, inevitably Bian contacted Alif's teacher and asked for a copy of Alif's lesson schedule that was missed.

So, Amara patiently taught Alif Indonesian lessons. Fortunately Alif is still sitting in the first grade of SD, so the lesson does not make Amara difficult— considering he only attended school until graduating SD. At least, he is not so stupid in the business of reading and listening.

After teaching Alif to accompany the child to sleep, Amara returned to the room with Biandra and waited for Bian.

However, until the time shows almost twelve o'clock at night, Bian still never went up. So, Amara decided to go downstairs and see what her husband was doing.

As usual, Bian was always on the terrace of the villa when discussing work with Dika. However, Dika had been home since ten o'clock, and as she walked outside, Bian turned his head towards Amara with raised eyebrows.

"Why are you here?" bian asked while putting the cigarette into the ashtray. "Udah malem, why haven't you slept?"

Amara frowned unhappily, but she welcomed Bian's helping hand asking him to sit on the man's lap.

"Why aren't you sleeping?" sahut Amara while struggling spoiled around Bian's neck. "Twelve o'clock is still outside. Why?"

Bian landed a kiss on Amara's cheek after observing his wife's slightly sullen face.

"What's wrong?" bian whispered as his hands wrapped around Amara's waist. "Is there anything to talk about?"

"Alif's problem" said Amara hesitantly.

"Why him? You're angry because of the conversation at the dinner table?" Bian easily guessed.

"No, there's only jealousy. But not anymore" Amara admitted. "That, you realize that Alif when I hit him, that's kayak—'s kid"

"Yes, I know," said Bian slowly. "Si Yuanita said nothing like to Alif, before which Alif had been like to you. Aye right?"

Amara was silent for a moment. "Do you want to know what it would be like if Yuanita brought Alif diem?"