The Suffering of the Wife I Divorced

Chapter 67

Amara breathed a sigh of relief as Bian explained that she did not need to mess around with Yuanita's problems. Indeed, Bian cannot guarantee that his ex-wife will not come back to disturb them as long as Alif is still in Bian's care.

However, after hearing Bian say that Mirna was angry and gave an ultimatum to Yuanita if she dared to approach Alif, at least Amara understood that it should be Bian's brother acting more firmly for Alif.

After all, Bian did not want Alif's existence to create chaos in their household. However, Amara's willingness to allow Alif to come with her is enough to make Bian full.

Amara realized, basically there is no one who can guarantee to be free from problems. However, as long as they are together and have one goal, Amara knows that there are no problems that cannot be solved.

After all, Amara was sure that Yuanita would gradually get tired by herself to disturb their household.

"You're still not sleepy, are you, Om?" amara asked while holding back the mouthful when Bian again burned a cigarette between his lips. "Why do you have to sleep all night?"

"It's still not right, honey, just a little more." Bian leaned his back on the back of the chair, positioning Amara to comfortably roll on his lap. "Would you sleep first?"

"No, wait for you to finish." Amara glanced at the laptop screen on the table, looking at the tables and figures she had often seen.

Then, he again raised his gaze at Bian who was enjoying a cigarette. Even though Amara has stopped smoking since she was pregnant with Biandra, it does not mean she is an anti-smoking woman.

So, there's no way he's asking Bian to quit smoking like he did. Especially since Bian knew very well when and where the man would enjoy his cigarettes.

"I forgot how cigarette— tastes"

Amara's words were interrupted when Bian suddenly stared intently at her while muttering, "No need to macem-macem, Ra, it's good that you can stop smoking. Just be careful if you dare to try again."

"Do you want me to try?" amara Goda with a naughty grin. "Usually, yes .. the girl is getting banned even more reckless. The more diencem even more ngeyel—"

"Oh, what kind of girl can I do?" Bian smiled cunningly as he lowered one of his hands from Amara's waist to the woman's collarbone. "If you don't get it wrong, you also want to go home so I don't ask for three rounds if you want your gauulin again. So, if you want to stubbornly try cigarettes again, what's hard I stay down pants and—"

"Agot!" strangled Amara as Bian squeezed his thigh from under his slippery-clad sleeping pants. "No need to be like that, tau tau!"

"Who told you to stay that way." Bian laughed amusedly, then lowered his head and landed a brief kiss on the woman's forehead. "By the way, Ra, I haven't told you that the cafe is ninety percent up for operation. When are you planning on opening the cafe?"

"Have you finished a month?" comment Amara. "You said you'd like to make two rooms in one office upstairs for a break if we were there again, right? How much of that did he know?"

Amara tries to get up from Bian's lap, worried that the man's hand will do some exploring on his body. However, Amara knows what kind of passion Bian reacts to when they are close together.

Moreover, their conversation this time was a little serious, and Amara could not possibly concentrate if Bian's hands were fumbling around her body.

"That's a lot of work." Bian tugged at Amara's waist so that she wouldn't sit too far away from him. "Ra, what if we stayed in the cafe for a while? You're worried about not living there, which is obviously smaller than this villa?"

Amara looked to the side and returned Bian's gaze. For the first time she heard the indecision in her husband's tone.

So, he looked at Bian seriously as he asked, "You why? Any more problems?"

"Yes, there is a serious problem with my finances" Bian said as he scratched his non-itchy eyebrows. "I want to sell all my villas and inns. If I'm in financial trouble, you want to leave me no, Ra? We lived a hard life first, jerking off from the start at the cafe. Concerned for a minute, how about it, Ra?"

Concerns colored Amara's face while holding Bian's hand with sympathy. She had no idea what had happened to her husband, but hearing Bian say such a thing, Amara knew that Bian must be facing serious trouble.

Why do you want to sell all villas with your inn?" ask Amara worriedly. "You're in debt, aren't you, Om?"

Bian coughed choking on cigarette smoke hearing Amara's question. Absolutely not expecting his wife to ask such an innocent question. He put his cigarette out into the ashtray, then pulled Amara back into his arms laughing.

"Why are you so excited, honey? Don't take your husband into debt" whispered Bian, who then sniffed Amara's cheek with anxiety.

"Keep why?" amara asked as she stretched her head as Bian kissed her neck again. "Why should the villa be sold as the inn? Not that it's all source—"

"Jawab first asked me a question," Bian said seriously. "Do you mind if we stay in a cafe? The place is not as large as this villa, the room is also not as large as our bedroom now. I'm afraid you're uncomfortable because—"

"Ngaco, ah, you mah, Om," Amara snorted softly. "When you forget that I used to sleep the same urge? I've lived here for almost two months, not that I'm not going to get used to living in a small place anymore. Hmmm, you are talking about you again why? If you don't have debt, then what's the problem?"

Bian grinned widely. "You know from yesterday's chat in the accommodation group in the language of Ayudi's Hotel and Convention?"

Amara nodded quickly, although she did not really listen to what was discussed in the group chat on Bian's phone.

"That big hotel downtown, right?" amara is impatient. "Why? Why?"

"Yes, a four-star hotel," Bian explained calmly. "Well, who has Ayudi's hotel there will be three people. One of them is in debt of nearly three hundred billion. Keep selling shares of his hotel. So, I plan to buy se— shares"

"You have three hundred billion dollars. That much, Om?" amara stared in disbelief as she looked at her husband. "Why don't you tell me that you have a lot of money?"

Bian pinched the base of Amara's nose while laughing, anxious to see Amara's astonished reaction in disbelief.

"No, my money isn't that much" Bian said. "Even though all my villas and inns are for sale, plus my savings so far, the most total is only half of that amount. So, I'm the same as my plan to join buy that stock. What do you think, Ra?"

"If you have hundreds of billions of dollars like that, why not make your own hotel anyway?" amara's comments plainly.

Bian's laughter grew stupefied at his wife's question.

"It's not that easy, my love," said Bian after a satisfied laugh. "Money is the most just enough to build a two-star hotel with the number of rooms at most 200 units. While Ayudi's Hotel is the number of rooms is almost four hundred, which if estimated cost to build 1 room only need 600 to 800 million. My money is at least one hundred and fifty billion, how can I build my own hotel?"

"As for you, Om, I'm dizzy about how much money," said Amara as he waved his hand.

"So, what about us having to live hard in your cafe, Ra?" bian Goda with a naughty grin. "Don't mind living from scratch with me?"