The Suffering of the Wife I Divorced

Chapter 68

'No objection to living from scratch with me?'

"What is from zero?" Amara snorts. "People living from zero is really zero, Om. You can talk like that while your money is billions."

Bian laughed heartily at Amara's plot. "I mean, if my friends have agreed to join," continued Bian after a while. "It looks like this first setaun we have to save first. My savings really want to be drained, most in the future ngandelin income from cafes. You mind, Ra?"

Amara grimacing. "Who has an alesan I should mind?" comment Amara lightly. "What's been wasteful all this time, haven't you. I wasn't. Where have I ever asked you to buy this? Expensive clothes, i-phones, items and Biandra needs are all expensive, it's all you buy. Don't nyudutin like the effect so I'm the—"

Amara's words were interrupted when Bian cupped her face and silenced her with a kiss. Amara pushed Bian's shoulder as the man increasingly intensely clenched his lips.

"Sensitive to talk?" bian whispered after removing the link of their lips. "I'm just trying to be open with you, honey. You even touched me like that."

When Amara just opened her mouth to comment, Bian first added while ruffling Amara's hair, "Udah has Biandra, has become a housewife, do not like a child gini, Love."

"You are old," muttered Amara, annoyed to hear Bian likening himself to a child. "I have to be forced to have a mind your age anyway, Om?"

"Babies!" chirp Bian while pinching the base of Amara's nose with anxiety.

"What? Try saying one more time?!" Amara urged anger.

"Little boy, snot girl, crybaby, childish—"

"Of!" Amara.

"One more time I say I'm 'om', I'll call you a kid, okay?" Bian grinned mischievously. "You imitated the children call kayak like that to his father with the name 'om'? It was horrified, did the comment of Alif why do you call me like that?"

Amara who originally wanted to be angry now smiled dryly, aware that she was wrong. However, before Amara could comment, Bian first smiled faintly returning Amara's gaze.

Bian grabbed Amara's palm that felt cold because they were still outside the house that late, then brought the back of Amara's hand closer and lingered to kiss her.

"Darling, I still have something to talk about. You're not sleepy, are you?" bian said in a soft silky murmur, Bian remembered what Amara's expression was like when Alif discussed Yuanita during their dinner.

So, he felt the need to give Amara some understanding carefully.

However, Bian knew that Amara was too sensitive and irritable. However, he also felt the need to talk about family. Based on her rundown household experience, Bian realized that good communication between husband and wife does need to be established as early as possible.

From Amara's probing gaze, Bian understood that the woman was curious waiting for what she was going to say.

For this reason Bian continued calmly, "By the way Alif ... mm, maybe in the future not only Alif. But also Biandra—"

"Still small, why bring Biandra in anyway?"

Bian had already guessed that Amara was offended faster.

Amara's mouth opened, preparing to reply, but Bian hurriedly preceded by adding, "I don't forbid you to get angry if you run again, again badmood, your mood is no good, no longer bad, or whatever the ales. I'm also an ordinary person, I'm emotional. But, if in the future you again sprain the same children, no matter it's from Alif or from Biandra, you don't get mad at the children, huh?"

When Amara's eyebrows intertwined and ready to protest hearing Bian's words, again the man spoke in an increasingly soft tone, "In exchange, you can overflow your anger with me. But not the same kids. I never asked a wife to be perfect, but I realized I also had many shortcomings. But if for the problem of angering children, I really ask you, hold as much emotion as possible, huh?"

"Emang you ever see me angry at Alif or Biandra?" amara protests wonder. "The worst I just talk hard doang, that's also if Alif is not heard fitting me—"

"Well, that's what I mean" said Bian, stroking Amara's cheek with his thumb. "Indeed, being a good mother doesn't mean you can't be angry. But, as if you could just hold back your emotions, then you can continue to be overwhelmed by me. You yourself said that being yelled at was bad, hurt, hurt, and you even always say until now his heartache does not decrease if inget how your brother snapped you like a child?"

Amara was silent for a moment, trying to digest what her husband said. The water on his face tried a little displeased, but after a while he returned Bian's gaze and nodded confidently.

"But you won't get angry if I vent her frustration with you?" insist Amara with full of rakina. "Ntar you even back snapped me when I again—"

"No way," concluded Bian while pulling Amara into a hug. Then put his lips closer to his wife's ear and continued, "If you are angry with your heart."

"Just lie to me!"

Bian held back the laughter as Amara pinched her stomach while grinding her teeth. However, it actually makes Bian more tightly embrace Amara. "Swinks, Honey. I'm serious. I won't snap at you, as long as you promise not to snap at the kids, no matter how they're testing your patience."

"But patience is restless" Amara squeaked softly as she placed her chin on Bian's shoulder, while she wrapped her hands around her husband's neck. "Year earlier ... it's actually I'm not sprained to Alif, but jealous when you know your ex-wife called him mama papa, it seems very friendly if again together with Yuanita—"

"Hey, don't be jealous of my past" whispered Bian as he moved his palm on Amara's back, calming down. "The woman is not someone worthy of jealousy. There was nothing special about him, except my nightmares for ten years. By the way, Ra, there's an important matter that can't be delayed."

Amara distanced her body when she heard Bian's voice turn serious.

"Why again? There's still a problem—"

"It's a big deal."

Amara unsuccessfully finishes her sentence when Bian suddenly guides Amara's hand towards Bian's pants. The man told his wife that Bian's passion reacted faster when he was hugging Amara, and it made Amara immediately pull his hand from the area under Bian's body.

"No need to wait, I'm going to be—"

"Don't say no more can not be attacked with alesan flek," said Bian with a dangerous hoarse voice. "So late in the afternoon you took a big bath, continued to pray magrib and isya, what do you want alesan?"

"I'm tired again" complained Amara with cheeks that began to heat up. "Udah sleepy, not strong want to sleep—"

"Once doang, Ra," urged Bian. "Abis is direct ..."

"Lying ah you mah" complained Amara as she pushed Bian's shoulder trying to kiss her. "Say once, ntar has finished once said once again. Continue like that until I say I want to faint, then you—"

"Truly, this time it was only a round," Bian's sergeant who then immediately lifted Amara into the lap before the woman could revolt.