The Suffering of the Wife I Divorced

Chapter 69

The cheers from the visitors of Faradisa Cafe on the lower floor are still heard up to the room upstairs.

In fact, the three-by-four-meter room with shades of young ash was specifically designed to withstand outside noise.

However, it seems that drywall— gypsum panels attached to the surface of the wall do not seem to be effective enough to muffle the sound.

Amara paced agitatedly in front of the room window. Every now and then she flicked the dangling silver suede curtains that actually had soundproofing, peering into the glittering front yard of the cafe.

On one side, there are rows of motorcycles and cars parked neatly. However, he could also see people sitting on a stretch of synthetic grass shouting at each other singing songs sung by the band's vocalist.

Even though only one hour of live music that always fills the cafe every Saturday night.

However, the lively and enthusiastic cafe visitors who sang the song added to the atmosphere below sounded more and more splashy.

Not usually a noise like that penetrates the room to make Biandra fussy. Amara clicked her tongue, then stroked the back of Biandra who was carried leaning on her left shoulder.

Biandra should have fallen asleep at eight o'clock tonight like this, but the boy was still agitated.

Amara's head again throbbed pain. Either because Biandra can't sleep even though she's been trying to put her to bed in various ways, or maybe the fucking music is making her head more dizzy.

Shaking the phone on the table made Amara turn her head, then find the name 'my husband' appear for the second time since Bian left three hours ago. While answering the call, Amara chose to take Biandra lying on the bed.

"Not yet to sleep the Biandra, honey?" bian asked as the connected call coincided with Biandra who was again crying uneasily.

"Yet. Tumben really this fussy child from earlier," complained Amara while patting the ass of Biandra who was lying on his chest.

"That's a very noisy music, Ra?" Bian's voice from across the call sounded astonished. "The same window's been shut tight, isn't it?"

"Russia ..." Amara frowned in wonder when she saw the whitewashed door equipped with soundproof seal was not tightly closed. It was only fitting that the sound from below could penetrate into the room.

"Oh, the beach is noisy," said Amara while trying to get up and walk to close the door. Instantly the noise of the music disappeared from the Amara ride. "Alif I forgot to rapetin the door."

There was a soft laughter from across the call. "Have you done playing with Biandra?"

"No, it was an hour ago" Amara explained as she returned to bed with a sigh of relief. "I said I want to bedin Biandra early, because you know that Saturday night employees often keteteran layanin guests. I want ban—"

"Don't, don't come down" Bian said attentively. "Udah, then Biandra. There's my ade also you're downstairs? Don't be tired of you, Ra. Take care of the kids from morning already makes you tired."

"If the children have gone to sleep and you go home malem I bete too, Ay," complained Amara as she rubbed Biandra's forehead with her index back, it seems that the boy is now calm because the noise from below is no longer heard.

"You've said I didn't go home late, ten o'clock also back again."

Amara. "But last Saturday night you came home at twelve. Now also—"

"That's because I came late, so the meeting only started at nine," Bian concluded. "Now he's back again until he's like. At least eleven o'clock I'm home, huh?"

Amara breathed a long breath. Since moving to the cafe two months ago, the activities of the two of them are indeed different as when they were still in the villa. Especially after one month ago all villas and lodging Bian sold through property agents. Since then, her husband officially invested the entire fortune in Ayudi's Hotel— as they discussed last time.

However, Amara did not expect Bian to be a little busy than before. Indeed, the man does not need to go every day to take care of his new business, but still Amara can feel Bian is busy.

Evident from the routine of Bian who went to the hotel for three times a week. She did not want to know the details of what her husband was doing, but Amara was sure that Bian did nothing.

Not too confident that the man was loyal to Amara, but somehow Bian's openness that always invited him to chat after going home to attend meetings, made Amara feel confident that the man was indeed honest with him.

So, Amara was not worried about that at all. Moreover, he was well aware that his relationship with Bian was getting more friendly and harmonious due to their openness.

As a woman who used to often hear complaints of a man who has a million reasons why they 'pan' outside even though they are married, but, Amara made the knowledge to make Bian have no reason to turn away from him.

Starting from maintaining weight with regular exercise and consumption of healthy foods, always appear fresher without excessive make up, being a talking friend and listener where the man needs to share his story, and try to understand Bian's condition in everything.

So, no wonder if Bian is now increasingly difficult away from his wife and children. Evidently from the frequent call or message when the man was outside the house.

Moreover, since Bian asked Amara not to yell at the children while being emotional and venting resentment at her husband, Amara began to practice self-control.

Indeed, it is not as easy to do as Bian talks about, especially when Alif sometimes makes Biandra cry. At that time, Amara often blew her emotions at Bian.

However, at one time, he finds Bian looking tired from the bustle of cafes in the early days of their opening, but the man remains patient with Amara's emotions.

Since then Amara realized there was no man as patient and understanding as Bian faced his attitude. Since then, Amara has been training not to be rude to her husband, especially since Bian never once said in a high tone to his wife.

"Promise not malem?" Amara said again in a soft tone.

"Yes, honey." Bian's voice sank as soft as silk. "Inget, don't go down. I'm the only one who can make you tired, okay?"

"You're getting naughty, huh?"

Bian laughing. "Mistake yourself ngangenin, do not ngebosenin to be nakalin. And ... mm, make lust."

"Titip kissed Biandra," Bian continued. "Give me a kiss, My Wife."

"No, ah," said Amara while kissing the head of the sleeping Biandra with a prone position. "The boss calls each one for a kiss, goes home for a kiss, before leaving for a kiss."

"I asked to be kissed by my own wife, Ra, not ke—"

"No need to macem-macem ask kiss to bini people if you do not want to be slapped on the legs," teased Amara while chuckling.

"Makanya kiss," urged Bian accompanied by a small laugh.

Amara could hear the knocking of the door from across the call, and soon the man would inevitably end the call, after getting Amara's kiss of course.

Just now Amara put the phone on the table beside the bed and enveloped the Biandra, when it was heard knocking on the door from outside.

So, Amara crept down from the bed and pulled the door lever until it swung open.

Eka— Amara's sister who just graduated high school and worked in their cafe as a cashier, the sister stood up with a huff to amaze Amara.

"Why?" asked Amara who immediately went out of the room and closed the door tightly, worried Biandra would wake up because of the voices from below. "So much annoyance?"

"That, just now the Dance complained that there were guests who were very rested. Complen-complen food while angry at him. That's the Dance now crying in the locker because it was doused with juice as his guest. He did not dare to complain to Teteh directly, so I came here—"

"Could you do it? Where's Dika going? Why aren't guests being evicted?"

"And earlier bang Dika equally Teteh was told to find a vegetable supplier to take care of the payment."

Amara walked through the hallway to the special monitoring room. He rarely jumped straight into checking the situation at the cafe, and chose to monitor it from the CCTV monitor in Bian's room.

When Amara opened the door and walked towards Bian's desk to check the CCTV, Eka added with a slight grumble, "The camera was on the outside table number 14, I was just about to meet, Eka added, but he's even angry while ngancem do not want to pay if you do not meet who has a cafe."

Amara was still trying to calm down before finally turning resentful, just when looking from the laptop screen who was the guest looking for trouble in her cafe.