The Suffering of the Wife I Divorced

Chapter 73

Amara was able to breathe a sigh of relief as the crowd of cafe patrons dragged Yuanita and her female friends out of their cafe.

Nevertheless, Amara still felt his whole body hurt because he fell down quite hard.

After the red Swift driven by Yuanita came out of the parking lot, with two female employees Amara intended to return to the top floor.

"Neng, will you help me carry it?" One of the male visitors offered with pity.

"No need, Bang, thank you. Not "push Amara while shaking her head. "Thank you for helping them."

"That's the way of staggering like that" cried another guest. "Need to go to the hospital, Neng?"

"No, no need," said Amara quickly. "It's just a headache. Part of the allotment is also not hit by asphalt, fortunately only the synthetic grass cane."

"Really, Neng? It's okay?" One of the middle-aged female guests assured. "That's when the girl pushed him hard, Neng."

Amara had not had time to say, suddenly the sound of the motor stopped not far from them. Cafe Amara is located on the side of the road, anyone can stop for a moment in front of the cafe Amara.

However, the roar of the 1200 cc Triumph Bonneville engine was enough to attract the attention of everyone. Because, the rider wearing a full face helmet it stops his bike between rows of long chairs— not in the available parking lot.

Seeing that, Amara wanted to be angry because the rider even drove his motorcycle over a stretch of synthetic grass. However, when the biker opened the helmet covering his head, Amara was stunned to see that the man was Bian.

A few hours ago her husband went to work driving a car, but why now go home on a motorcycle? So, no wonder Amara looked at her husband with a strange look.

Amara had not had time to react, Bian walked quickly towards Amara— without caring about the gazes of the cafe visitors.

Two female employees who had previously carried Amara, of course immediately stepped aside when Bian anxiously hugged his wife.

For a moment, pecking in Bian's arms. Did not expect her husband to suddenly go home, especially because this time still shows at half-nine pm— while previously Bian said he would go home at eleven.

"Why did you come home?" Finally Amara managed to rediscover her voice muffled by Bian's embrace. "Don't the meeting just start?"

"Why not tell me you have a problem?" Bian held back so that his voice did not sound angry.

When Bian had just arrived in front of the cafe, he was already worried that something might happen to his wife. Especially since the woman did not answer the phone. Then, his worry grew when he saw people crowding instead of sitting in chairs. It is certain there has just been chaos in the cafe.

From behind the dark glass of her helmet, she found Amara walking in a cradle with two employees. Of course it makes Bian reflex to stop the bike without caring that it is not a parking lot.

When Amara was dumbfounded as she walked towards him, Bian was angrier to see Amara's silky left cheek now appear red.

So, no wonder if Bian immediately hugged Amara— without caring for the gaze of the wrong woman visitors see his attention to the wife.

In Bian's arms, Amara could even hear the man's heart pounding rapidly behind the ribs.

Amara looked up only to find her husband grumbling, "Why even say that you're okay? Not that I'm telling you there's a Yuanita here."

"Fear to disturb you at work" said Amara stiffly. "When we called you, you were just—"

"But you're more important than work. You didn't?" hiss Bian was upset. "It's customary that anything likes to say afraid of being disturbed. You can disturb me at any time, without exception. What do you think I am? I'm your husband, Ra. You have the right to disturb this, anytime, anywhere. It's not that I pretend there's no problem. If the Thunder is not ngabarin, you do not want to talk if— "

"No need to snap like that," said Amara with reddened eyes, his voice squeaking softly because he knew he was wrong by not telling his husband. "You've also left your ex-wife."

Bian let out a heavy sigh when he noticed some long scratches on his wife's cheeks. Her jaw clenched tightly as she directly carried Amara in a single stomp.

"I'm sick to see you like this, don't you know?" hiss Bian while walking in brought his wife. Right now, he no longer cared about anything, except wanting to come to Yuanita and strangle the woman for daring to injure his beloved wife.

"You can make me feel like a useless husband." Bian's voice sounded disappointed as he walked through the stairs to the second floor.

Amara bit her lips with guilt. She buried her head in her husband's chest as she walked towards the room. "Sorry," muttered Amara slowly. "Don't get angry. Later come back to you if there's anything."

Bian stopped talking when he saw Eka in the room holding a Biandra who seemed to wake up again.

The room is soundproof if the door is closed. So, no wonder if Amara's sister did not know what had just happened below. Seeing Amara entering carried by her husband, of course Eka was surprised not to play.

"Stek why?" eka asked worriedly, then looked up at the scratches on Amara's face. "Well, how come you can gini anyway, tea? A fight with his guests? Really, that's an outrageous person. Uda the Dance was snapped until watered, now Teteh even scratched until beret kayak that."

Once again Bian exhaled in a furious breath hearing Eka's statement.

"His Biandra was sleeping, Ka," said Bian as he walked to the bed and laid Amara down carefully. "You go down, tell the other employees to close the cafe early, then you—"

"Kok close anyway?" amara protested with a face to Bian. "It's only what time, it's time to close—"

"If I say close, yes, close" said Bian firmly. "It hurts like I'm still thinking about cafes?"

"I'm okay." Amara was a little gloomy and turned to Eka, "Jaudah, Ka, you go down first the rest of the news. But tell Thunder in the operator's room not to go home, then tell him to come here. Then the guests have not been given the bill, earlier they all help Teteh ngusir the rese girl."

Amara turned her head and smiled sinlessly at her husband. "It's okay, isn't it, Ay?"

Brief suppositions Bian gave a sign of approval. Eka gives Biandra to Bian before she finally leaves the room.

After seeing the door closed, while holding Biandra who had awakened again, Bian finally sat beside Amara.

"His anger?" amara asked as she returned Bian's gaze which scanned her face with a complicated expression.

As Amara held Bian's hand, the man muttered softly, "You're next to him?"

"Pushed until jatoh, thankfully not on the floor. He keeps napping my face before being separated from the guests. But now my head is dizzy." Amara complained and then she recalled how Yuanita insulted Amara in public.

Although he had already avenged Yuanita's actions and managed to expose the woman's rottenness. However, there are some things that make Amara really hurt.

"Your ex-wife went on stage and showed me pictures of me wearing open clothes" said Amara, who began to tear up. "So he keeps looking at those wedding photos as well as your wedding book. He said you guys are still officially husband and wife. I can't say anything because I don't have a marriage book. Status at KTP I am still a widow, while you are married. Even the Biandra deed is still not taken care of because the family card does not exist. Yuanita said, Biandra is an illegitimate child."

The water of Bian's face turned cold seeing Amara's cries begin to break. His wife sobbed and breathed out the pain of being treated like that by Yuanita.

Indeed, verbally, Bian had already divorced Yuanita since the events of that night. However, he was too lazy to take care of the divorce papers to the religious affairs office.

Bian took a deep breath. As she leaned over and kissed Amara's forehead, the woman muttered between her sobs, "I'm heartbroken."

"What do you want me to do now?" whispered Bian while laying Biandra beside Amara. "You want me to drag Yuanita here so you can get your mouth over to her?"

"No, no." Amara brushed her nose and wiped her tears. Then looked at Bian wrongly. "Actually I've bales your ex-wife—"

"Baked chain smashed?"

"No. But don't you get angry?"

Bian raised an eyebrow, urging Amara to continue with his words.

"I took the Yuanita that you saved," said Amara stiffly. "I spread the video equally. That's why he attacked me. But I did wait for him to hit me, so there's evidence to report him to the police for my mistreatment. You promised to save me."

Bian did not know whether he should be angry or laugh out loud at Amara's innocent explanation. How could his wife have thought of deliberately allowing herself to be beaten by Yuanita just for the sake of being able to drag the woman to the police?

"So, you want me to take Yuanita to the police?" Bian refrained from laughing.

Amara nodded quickly and spoke with a sting. "Yes, I don't know what to report to. Same bank people I'm afraid of ngadepin, let alone the same police. So you report him. But it has to be now, afraid she's going after the shaman and my nyantet."