The Suffering of the Wife I Divorced

Chapter 7

While away from Amara, Bian was still thinking about who the guests who came to visit Amara were. Somehow, seeing the familiarity of Amara's mother and them while interacting, it makes Bian a little uncomfortable.

Until the night, Bian did not know what made him nervous and not anxious. Maybe because she still wants to be with the baby, while Amara wants her to go.

It might also be because of the presence of the young man in Amara's house that made Bian a little upset. Or, perhaps because of Amara's change in attitude which blatantly shows that the woman hates him.

When Bian had just returned home from the mosque with Alif after his prayers, he let Alif have dinner first with Mirna— Bian's older sister.

While Bian himself chose to enter the room and take a cell phone to contact Amara, hoping that the woman had not slept at half-eight in the night like now.

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Still looking at her baby's face with a mixed look, between happy, unexpected and joy— Amara barely heard her phone that kept vibrating on the dresser.

Tonight this Sunday he did not sleep alone, but with his two younger sisters, as well as his one-day-old daughter, of course.

Amara was still thinking about Zack's remarks about the man's desire to confront her, insisting that Amara's son would be no barrier to marriage.

No matter Amara has been married twice, and now plus the circumstances that have a baby, Zack still did not undo his intention to marry him.

Perhaps because of the teen romance history that once intertwined between them, which makes Zack seem determined not to lose Amara, once again.

"Teh, uh .. It was someone calling," said one of Amara's sisters, pointing at the dresser.

Amara turned her head and saw the green indicator light continues to flicker with vibration, deliberately not installing a ringtone because of worry will interfere.

He leaned back, grabbed the phone and saw a row of foreign numbers calling him. For a moment he was wondering if he should answer the call even though he did not recognize the number?

Amara thought the caller was likely the one who would order the cake, as she put the phone number on social media posts.

Moreover, lately so the way Amara was flooded with cake orders, so his two sisters were involved to help, because he could not work optimally.

Amara immediately pressed the answer button and pressed the phone on her left ear while saying, "Hallo, good night."

"Good night, my son." Bian's voice from across the call sounded softly. While accompanied by a small, familiar laugh in Amara's ear, Bian again said, "Enak very welcome, like again calling operator—"

"Gee! What the hell? If you know you're calling, I won't answer!" gerutu Amara was upset. "Why call malem-malem?"

Silent for a moment, then Bian again said, "Not really bad-malem. Only half eight. What are you again?"

"You're sleeping!" sahut Amara ketus.

"What's my son again?"

"Holy, ironing! Can't it be with a one-day-old baby? He's sleeping!"

Silence again for a moment, then Bian's voice sounded softer when persuading, "Ra, don't be angry. You will be alone ... Yes, ... Just jerk."

She looked again at the baby who was sleeping under the soft-feathered yellow blanket. Then Amara's blood boiled. I don't know what makes Amara think, the baby will also get the same thing as Amara felt when she became Bian's mistress.

About Bian who probably will only give a little time and attention to the baby, because most of the time Bian must have been spent with Alif.

Thinking of the idea made Amara's blood boil. So, when Bian came back saying, "Sorry, just now—"

"Not call me anymore. Don't ask me what else, my son! Don't care what happens to us. We are dead or alive, you. You have never been fair—"

"Ra, you why are you so much"

"Are you never fair?" sergeant Amara rough. "You used to just give me a little time, you can only meet once in a while after your wife's smile. Now ... My son wants to do the same? You have to give up because your time is up for Alif!"

Silent again, long enough. Then came Bian's slightly heavy breath.

"So you told me to go home" said Bian. "Now you're saying I don't have time for my son? That, huh?"

Amara's teeth rattled, realizing she was the one who told the man to leave.

And Bian's still calm voice made Amara even more upset to swear, "anj*ng!"

"Ra, I was just there, what do you want me to do?" Bian's voice was soft, but it did not reduce the aggravation covering Amara's heart. "You want me to go there again now? I can, Ra. If you ask me to spare more than twenty-four hours for my son, I can, I can. And if you ask for all my time to be spent on him, I can, Ra. I want —"

"So why was it with me you couldn't, anj*ng?!"

"The situation is different, the situation is a—"

"No need to come here again!" amara ketus.

"Ra .. What should I do?"

"Dead, anj*ng!"

Silent for a long time. Then, Amara felt his heart ache— because he was unable to control the emotions that were mixed and overflowing in his heart.

Or maybe he couldn't pretend he wasn't angry after the man brutally hurt him.

"Would that be the pain I've been making?"

"Yes!"

"Is it okay if your child doesn't have a father?"

"It's okay!" Amara squealed in annoyance. "He can have a dad who—"

"Don't you dare change my position as his father with another man, anj*ng!" For the first time Bian was so angry that he left Amara speechless. "I know I was wrong. I know I hurt you. But just like you said yesterday that you don't want her taken care of by other women, I'm the same! I will not accept if another man changes my role as his father. Don't make me want to take him away from you!"