The Suffering of the Wife I Divorced

Chapter 74

Yuanita was awakened from her sleep by someone who was banging on the door of the house impatiently. Yuanita's head was so influential that she could only fall asleep at three in the morning.

All because Yuanita never managed to find a psychic who can drag to death, even though he had searched the countryside.

Given how she was humiliated by Amara by showing her hot videos in public, Yuanita was absolutely determined to eliminate Amara— at all costs.

Indeed, last night Yuanita wandered around and found some shamans who could only send tricks, not finish Amara's life. However, Yuanita only wanted death for the woman, not just a use.

He finally decided to go home at two o'clock in the evening. Then today Yuanita plans to go to the interior of Baduy, which is said to still be able to find black magic.

He knew that the journey from Sukabumi to Banten would take hours. However, Yuanita did not care as long as what she wanted could be achieved.

Yuanita growled exasperatedly as she got off the bed and walked out of the room to open the front door. Stepping with her still sticky eyes, she turned her head towards the wall clock, time indicating eight o'clock in the morning.

For too long she had not woken up this early, but there was no harm in Yuanita planning to leave today.

Before opening the door, Yuanita flicked through the curtains and peeked at who was the one who was knocking on the door impatiently.

When he found the figure of his older brother who was standing there, Yuanita's face immediately turned unhappy because he knew his brother's purpose was only to ask for money.

However, still he opened the door while grumbling, "Ngapain really woke up people early in the morning. Where is so noisy ngetuk—"

"Heh, your villa was demolished. Wake up go there—"

"Dismantled?" Yuanita was shocked, the drowsiness that was still engulfing instantly disappeared. "Could you do it? Which villa?"

"All the villas that Bian loved," snapped Agung annoyed. "Hurun deh you get ready to go there, I do not know why suddenly the villa was dismantled, so you meet the same ormas PP members and ask them why play unloading. I was even dicuekin, but not me who—"

"Whispering, ah! We're leaving there now, you temenin me!" Yuanita immediately turned around and quickly changed clothes regardless of her not even taking a bath or just washing her face.

Yuanita knows now is a holiday and can guess the road must be jammed. So, he went on a motorcycle with a piggyback by his older brother.

When twenty minutes later arrived at the villa area, Yuanita shouted hysterically at the sight of sixteen units of heavy construction equipment had begun to dismantle his four villas.

Each villa was dismantled by two excavators and two bulldozers. How could all his valuable assets be dismantled without prior notice?

Regardless of the crowd watching the demolition of the four luxury villas, Yuanita rushed to the police line of the pamong praja who were narrowing the demolition path.

Furious, Yuanita asked a few questions as to why the villa had been suddenly demolished.

"After we checked, these four villas have no IMB— building permit," one of the officers replied straightforwardly. "And twenty days before we have given a circular letter about this demolition to the owner of villa—"

"I've never received a letter of notice!" cry Yuanita with rumbling breath. "You can not unload this villa carelessly without telling the owner, there is no confirmation—"

"Sorry, Mother," the officer said firmly. "Based on our search results about who the owner of this villa is, we have sent the demolition letter to the concerned, on behalf of Mr Fabian Gaddafi."

"Fabian?" Yuanita was wide-eyed, feeling surprised to hear the man mention her ex-husband's name. "But this villa's mine!"

The attendant ignored Yuanita's words, then again said, "I'm sorry, ma'am, don't throw off our duties. We work according to local government procedures."

Angrily, Yuanita moved away from the crowd and tried to call Mirna.

While away from Yuanita who greeted her morning with the chaos of the demolition of the villa, Amara lay sideways on the sofa with a Bian— thigh bearing watching over Biandra and Alif.

As usual on Saturdays and Sundays, Alif is off from school activities. So, Amara and Bian were already used to the messy scenery in the living room, as long as Biandra and Alif were happy.

A variety of toys were left strewn over the thick, hairy carpet. Starting from puzzle of various colors, cars, small balls, a variety of dolls, to baby toys that can be bitten by the Biandra that can just roll over and stomach at the age of four months.

"Rest in the room again, huh?" bian asked, looking down and rubbing Amara's waist. "Body you're still an angel. Here where can rest with noisy children."

Then, Amara turned to face Bian and hugged the man's stomach. "Return on his back," pinta Amara in a soft murmur.

Bian moved one of his hands, moving gently on Amara's back from under a small blanket. While one hand stroked Amara's hair that was scattered on her thighs.

"His head is still dizzy, honey?" bian asked in a soft pampering voice. "Go to the hospital, okay?"

Amara only raised one shoulder in an attempt to reject Bian's offer.

"Will you call a masseuse?" Bian offers another option.

After last night seeing CCTV footage of Amara being pushed to her back by Yuanita, it's no wonder that now her wife is complaining that her entire body hurts. In fact, Amara's body was a little hot at dawn.

However, his wife was too stubborn and refused to be taken to the hospital. So, Amara only took painkillers and paracetamol to reduce his head that still feels swirling.

"No way, yes" muttered Amara, burying her face in her husband's stomach. "Forced to keep telling to the hospital, whole massage. I said I was okay."

Bian just exhaled a long breath while leaning back on the back of the sofa, while his hands were still rubbing the wife's back.

"What do you want, honey?" bian asked again with anxiety.

"Udah was a gini," said Amara, holding a hug on her husband's waist. "You're uncomfortable, are you, like gini?"

"Eh, how sensitive have you been lately, Ra?" bian's comments went awry. "It's not uncomfortable, but how do you want to heal if you don't go to the doctor or massage, at least his body is not too sick, My wife, my darling, my most beautiful woman like doll—"

"The barabi, right?" Amara raised her face and looked at Bian fiercely. Then rubbed his cheek that was hit by Yuanita's scratch while continuing gloomily, "Now my face is broken. It's worse than a doll, huh?"

"What the hell are you, Ra? The more he gets there his mind. The sensitivity is reduced a little can not?" Bian laughed at Amara's comments that were so tickling.

Seeing Bian laughing, Amara became annoyed and bit her husband's stomach until Bian gave a surprised scream.

"It's your habit to play bite-bite from semalem," said Bian while holding Amara's forehead to stop biting him. "Don't nantangin. Again sick like gini, do you want to be punished with until lemes?"

Now Amara pinched the stomach of Bian who again laughed. "Little law, little punished. That's your alesan who wants to kayak that continues."

Bian has not had time to comment, heard the clinking of the phone on the table and a message from Mirna appeared. Without disturbing the comfort of Amara who was wrapped around her thigh, Bian leaned back to the side and grabbed the phone.

From: My Sist: [Si Yuanita asked for your number, love no? He said the villas were dismantled?]

Bian grinned widely while typing a message and allowing the older brother to give the woman his number.

"Why smile for yourself?" Amara probing sharply. "Chatting-an same who?"

Bian lowered his head and pinched Amara's chin furiously. "Mirna, he asked permission to give Yuanita a number. Protest like it's a man."

Amara nodded faintly. Last night, Amara went to bed almost one in the morning after Bian called the police and reported Yuanita's actions. Amara didn't really know what they were talking about next after she fell asleep.

However, at dawn Bian was busy again and contacted someone, and Bian explained that he asked the police not to go directly to Yuanita.

However, Bian knows sometimes a person can be separated from the law if he can pay the fine filed. And Bian knew very well where Yuanita's income came from after they divorced.

"Why should the villas be demolished anyway?" ask Amara after a while. "When Kan said you built the villa it took billions of money. Not to mention you are now spending tens of millions just for rent heavy equipment to destroy the villa, making money to pay security officers. Don't you care if money is thrown away? Said we should save?"

Bian pursed his lips to form a kiss while ruffling Amara's hair.

"That's nothing compared to my heartache because he dared to hurt you" Bian said lightly. "Who told him to play with fire? He himself is the one who will eventually burn? After all, he was from a dumpster. Is it not wrong if I want to return him to the trash?"