The Suffering of the Wife I Divorced

Chapter 77

It had been almost an hour Bian was downstairs with Bahtiar and Tiara. That certainly adds to the long list of aggravations entrenched in Amara's heart.

It would be a lie if Amara did not burn out jealous and suspicious to hear her husband's ex-lover was there. However, Amara considered many reasons to go down and join there.

When he heard his employees say the reason for Bahtiar and Tiara's arrival was to swap cars for Bian's last night motorbike, he thought they wouldn't be in his cafe for long.

However, he was also aware that they would be discussing work. Since being with Bian, Amara rarely even meddled or pestered when her husband took care of his work.

So, that's Amara's first reason why he still chose upstairs with Alif and Biandra. In addition, Amara is unlikely to leave Biandra and Alif without monitoring, nor is it possible to bring Biandra down because she does not want her child exposed to cigarette smoke.

Plus, Amara is too lazy to change clothes that are currently worn. It was impossible for Amara to get off wearing only one-toed white jeans and a tight-fitting green t-shirt that showed every curve of the body.

Amara is often sexy at home, but that does not mean she is happy if other men pay attention to her plump chest or smooth thighs.

Such an appearance was only for Bian, so that her husband would not glance at the smooth thighs scattered out there.

However, he knew very well what the brains of ordinary men were like.

As a wife and woman who have been hurt, of course Amara will not be willing if until Bian prefers to see and enjoy the comfort of another woman's body than her.

After becoming Bian's wife, after the man had provided her with the body and face, Amara was quite sure that she was not bad enough to deserve a match with him.

For the umpteenth time Amara glanced at the wall clock and realized it was time for lunch. Although they have a cafe, but she knows very well her husband prefers the food he cooks instead of the food cooked by the cafe chef.

"Sister, you're cooking in the kitchen, yuk?" amara said to Alif while lifting Biandra who lay on his stomach on a thick carpet. "Bawain his adek toy, Brother."

"What do you want to cook?" alif asked as he picked up some of Biandra's toys and followed Amara into a small kitchen.

While pulling up the high chair and sitting down Biandra, Amara thought about what she would cook today. During her time as Bian's wife, it was not difficult for Amara to guess that her husband preferred dry food over fruitful ones.

Spicy is a food Bian avoids very much, and tempura fried shrimp is her husband's favorite food.

While Amara herself, she was born from a difficult family, and Amara is self-conscious will be very arrogant if she is too picky in food matters. So, no wonder Amara was transformed as an omnivore— woman she ate everything, as long as the food was spicy.

However, the difference in appetite that is different from her husband and also Alif it sometimes makes her own fuss.

To work around this, Amara only needs to stoke large setoples of fried sambal and store in the refrigerator, then warm as needed if he will eat.

While opening the fridge and looking at the stock of groceries, he held his breath as he smelled the fishy scent of wet fish from the freezer which made him slightly nauseous.

"Sister, eating fried chicken again for you is not it?" ask Amara to Alif.

Alif smiled happily. "There is no bosennya if the same fried chicken, Mother," said Alif cheerfully. "But I don't want to eat chicken, Bun."

Amara sighed softly because what Alif said was indeed true, Bian even shuddered in horror when Amara almost every day cooked fried chicken for Alif. Then, he again scanned the contents of the refrigerator: wet squid, puffer fish, beef, eggs, shrimp.

Finally Amara took out the shrimp and chicken from the freezer and said, "Chicken cook for you, the father will be cooked tempura shrimp."

"That crinkles aren't they, Bun?" alif asked while patting comforting Biandra. "Alif likes it too."

"Ah, you mah anything cooked Mother would like," said Amara with a nasal sound because it closes the nose so as not to vomit smell shrimp.

"The reason for Mother's cooking is good," said Alif when Amara walked to the sink to clean the groceries.

The last time Amara cooked shrimp was three weeks ago, and she still reacted normally to the fishy scent of wet fish. However, at this time, I don't know why Amara could not bear to smell the scent of the shrimp until many times nausea.

"Mother is sick, isn't it?" alif asked when his mother finished washing the shrimp and vomiting in the sink.

"No," said Amara briefly while pulling a sheet of tissue and greeting his mouth.

However, the sour and bitter liquid that was creeping down his throat made him shudder until his hair bristled. However, it did not make Amara stop activities to cook— even though now his back is sweating cold.

Thirty minutes later, Amara finally finished serving two food menus with sweat splashing on his face and back.

While washing used cooking utensils, Amara said to Alif, "Call Daddy, Brother. Tell me it's lunch time."

"But ntar ade cry when left behind, Mother," said Alif innocently.

"It's okay, brother. Our mother finished her cooking. If he cries also stay carried doang," said Amara while rinsing the pan under the water. "Let's call his father first, ntar food cold hunt is not good, brother."

Alif nodded and rushed down to the cafe. While waiting for Alif, he took three dishes from the hanging shelf and placed them on the table with the dishes already served.

Shortly after, Alif returned and said, "Bun, our father said to eat first. I still haven't gotten it right."

The report managed to make Amara's throat feel stuffy. If previously Amara was shaking from hunger after spewing a lot of fluid, now his appetite even immediately evaporated just hearing what Alif said.

Amara sighed deeply, trying not to vent her frustration on Alif or Biandra.

While lifting Biandra from the high chair for the baby, Amara said in a low voice, "Silver eat first, later the abis dzuhur prayer continue to keep Biandra again if Mother prays."

Alif nodded in understanding and immediately scooped the rice onto the plate. "When did you eat it? Dad said we'd go first."

"Wait for your dad to be done."

After saying that Amara immediately went and went into Bian's study. Although she did not intend to stalk her husband, but that did not mean she could not see the movement of the man.

Carrying the Biandra on her lap, Amara sat on a leather chair and turned on the laptop on the table, then accessed CCTV to see what her husband was doing.

At least, uh, Amara was relieved when she saw Bian sitting alone while her friend was sitting side by side with the woman who must be Tiara— even though Amara could only see them from behind and could not see what a woman's face looked like that's.

Right at two in the afternoon, Bian just went up and went straight into the room when he did not find his wife's child in the room.

Seeing her husband just returned while Amara skipped lunch, it is no wonder that now the woman ignored Bian even though her husband joined her in sitting on the carpet with Alif and Biandra.

Amara lay down and let Biandra crawl on the stomach, grab hair and play Amara—'s face no matter though her whole body was sore and limp.

"Well, the Mother of the time from earlier was vomiting continuously," said Alif who immediately reported when his father sat next to Amara.

From the beginning Bian entered he had indeed seen Amara's face getting piyas. For this reason Bian immediately grabbed Biandra from his wife. However, the first reaction obtained by Bian was Amara's eyes glaring in annoyance and fending off Bian's hand while trying to take the Biandra.

"Urusin was there with your ex" said Amara, his voice sounding soft because his teeth were tightly clenched.

Not only because of holding back the upset on Bian, but holding the pain in the throbbing head even more intense so he did not dare to wake up.

Worried about falling with Biandra if she kept holding him, and for that she chose to lie down after cooking and praying.

Unable to take Biandra, Bian finally carried Amara until she reflexively hugged Biandra in her stomach tightly.

"Slow down, sick tau," complained Amara who ended up crying as Bian lay on the bed cautiously.

Although Bian was upset because since the morning quarrel, but if he had seen Amara in pain to cry helplessly, in the end Bian also softened and tried to hug his wife.

"Sorry," whispered Bian as he kissed Amara's cheek. "I don't feel good if I leave them. I've come a long way to discuss the work, there's no way I'll stay. Don't be mad."

Amara gulped as Bian wiped the tears on his cheek and lowered Biandra beside him.

"You ate there first" said Amara at last.

"I've eaten under sama—"

"Can you eat downstairs instead?" Finally Amara could not stem the frustration and throw Bian with a pillow. "I cook and wait to eat together. You're even—"

"Darling, I said you ate first, I haven't ..." Bian paused for a moment when he saw Amara's unstoppable cry. "You haven't eaten yet? Yaudah come on I'll eat—"

"No need!" Amara fended off Bian's hand violently. "Tell me my appetite!"

Bian exhaled heavily, aware that he made a mistake because they were used to eating together.

However, hearing Alif who complained Amara was vomiting, of course Bian could not let Amara not eat even though the woman said it was no longer appetizing to eat.

Bian leaned back and held Amara's hand so as not to rebel, then coaxed gently, "Eat, huh? Want me to go masakin? What are you going to eat, honey?"

Amara broke tears and snot on Bian's sleeve when she realized her rumbling stomach couldn't lie.

"Bikinin rujak tomatoes are spicy," said Amara finally with a sulking voice.

"What's that food, Ra?" Bian grimly frowned and thought hard what the picture of food his wife mentioned. "Don't ask for that weird-weird—"

"That's right .. You don't love me anyway," said Amara annoyed. "Here you go down again urucusin temen same your ex."

Bian endured the choking laughter, well aware that his wife was sulking and burning with jealousy. However, he did not want to make Amara even more angry.

"How do you make it?" ask Bian at last. "I've never seen the food you call it."

"I don't have a chef from a five-star hotel" Amara snorted. "But tomatoes don't know!"

"Where to eat tomatoes in the hotel?" Bian couldn't help but laugh. "The presence of tomato juice is the same as tomato sauce. Want some juice?"

"No! Make tomato super pedes. The time to make it so can't? Just sliced tomatoes doang use cayenne pepper continue to love sugar same garem dikit—"

"Ra, uh .. I don't know what it's like, what it looks like." Bian scratched his non-itchy eyebrows. "Bikin' some other food, huh, honey?"

"No want! It's the taste of a spicy tomato already on the tip of the tongue." Amara insisted and turned back to Bian in annoyance. "Please ask Eka to make it in the cafe kitchen if you can't."

Bian chuckled and hugged Amara's waist. "That means no rice, huh? That's not eating his name, honey."

"I want that, don't you know what?"

To avoid a fight, Bian decided to leave the room and immediately went down to Eka at the cashier table.

Just like the previous holidays at such hours, their cafe was filled with many visitors who were stuck in traffic. So, no wonder if Eka was busy enough with her work.

However, still Bian walked into the back of the cashier table and waited for Eka to complete the final bill payment.

"Ka, please make a puree tomato for the Little One, can you?" bian asked to make Eka dumbfounded.

"Tomato spit?" I asked back in wonder. "Could anyway. But what's this cashier?"

"Jaudah please make it first, let me be here," Bian said as he raised his head.

Eka nodded in understanding, but as she was about to step out of the cashier's desk, Eka suddenly looked at Bian in surprise and exclaimed, "Si Teteh is pregnant, A.. eh, sir?"

"Pregnant?" Bian was more surprised to hear what his sister-in-law was asking. "Pregnant how do you mean?"

"That's, rujak tomato pedes .. when pregnant the Biandra almost every day tuh the Teteh eat it like that, until I and the mother bosen squirms."