The Suffering of the Wife I Divorced

Chapter 8

Fabian's voice about the threat to take his son kept buzzing in Amara's ears. Not only was every sentence after sentence that the man spoke with great emphasis, but the high intonation of the voice and the word 'anj*ng' that the man spoke also made him impaled.

Perhaps, now he knew how his crude machinations had pierced Fabian, so that the man back to scold him.

However, as a woman who holds the principle of 'women are always right', still Amara can not take for granted Fabian's rude attitude.

Especially if he recalled what the man had done to him when he said, 'We're divorced .... Consciously and without coercion, today I dropped one talaq on you.'

The pain re-spread throughout Amara's body. It was quite shocking when the sentence came back, and the impact gave the same pain as the first time he heard it.

Now, hearing how Fabian threatened him, it succeeded in fostering Amara's hatred for Fabian.

So, Amara was determined that Fabian should also feel the same pain that he felt. Maybe he won't limit Fabian's encounter with his daughter, but he won't stop sprinkling thorns at the man.

Rude meaning alone was not enough, because the man never knew what it was like to suffer when he had to conceive alone, to finance his own life with his baby, while the man disappeared without news.

It's just that, even though Amara had put in all her strength to not be daunted by Fabian's bluff, she still felt intimidated when the man came in on Monday morning.

Different from the last time they met on Saturday, this time Fabian's expression looked unfriendly.

In fact, the look of the man seemed cold and indifferent. And it managed to make Amara a little shrivel, then tightly hugged the baby she was giving breast milk.

"I can take a shower on her own" Amara said as Fabian said he would take care of her that morning.

"If you think your mother will come here to take a bath for my son, mending do not need to ngarep your mother will come," said Fabian indifferently. "Mother has left for sama— garden"

"Huh? How did you leave anyway?" crush Amara with wide eyes. "Semalem mom says she wants to come here early in the morning to take care of the baby Dede, right I have not dared to bathein—"

"I said I'd take a shower, you know?"

It is not a question, nor is it asking for approval. Except for the statement made by Fabian and clearly did not want to accept a rebuttal.

The man rolled up his sleeves up to his elbows while approaching Amara, he did not even look towards the face of Amara who was looking at him warily.

Amara appears reluctant to hand the baby over to Fabian, fearing the man would run away if she gave the baby away.

So, inevitably Fabian also raised his gaze to Amara's face and looked at her with a threatening expression.

"I didn't mess around with last night's speech" Fabian said coldly. "If you are still stubborn, not even ngizinin I ngurusin—"

"Yes, yes .. take it!" amara said she had to give up. When the baby changed hands with Fabian, Amara added, "Awas only if you immediately bring—"

"Not much to say, no noise!" sahut Fabian who immediately shot out of the room.

Amara growled in annoyance, she clenched her hands as if she wanted to punch Fabian in the back and make him a samsak.

His annoyance grew when soon Fabian heard a giggling laugh, as if the man was happy alone with the baby.

Every now and then she heard Fabian's voice, as if the man was chatting with the baby. Then the sense of tightness again invaded the trough of Amara's heart. That's not fair.

How could Fabian laugh alone with the baby, while Amara just sat lying on the bed. Waiting for them to return. That's not fair. Amara and the baby are a package!

Amara thinks Fabian doesn't deserve comfort from his baby. The man cannot have fun in his suffering.

Anger again churned in Amara's chest, then he carefully lowered his legs from the bed. And she felt a little upset why the woman who had just given birth had to wear an octopus on her stomach.

Even more irritated when last night the mother wrapped the red stagen four meters long until her thighs were slightly tied. Inevitably Amara walked into the bathroom with small steps.

And when she had just reached the kitchen door, Fabian had already stood up while drying her baby with a soft-clothed towel.

"Why are you here?" Fabian glanced at Amara at a glance, then returned to dry the baby with steady skill.

"Remain if it's not for you!" Amara grumbled in annoyance. "Who knows you can't take a shower with my son—"

"Nantangin is also a long-time child!" hatch Fabian ferocious.

Fabian's plotting had Amara shrinking, but she still dared to say, "And you said you haven't had a child. Who knows you—"

"As you know, the Alfin is me who took care of the Pharaoh's guard," Fabian chirped lightly as he walked, but his steps came to a halt as Amara stood in the kitchen doorway. "Not having children also does not mean not being able to take care of children. Tau?"

Amara did not know if she should be angry or laugh at Fabian's words. So, his throat felt suffocated because he did not want to laugh, especially since Fabian said that with a serious expression.

"Don't diem in the middle of the road dong," said Fabian ketus. "So get out there."

For a few seconds, Fabian wanted to laugh at the way Amara walked.

When she came home from the midwife, she had not yet worn the stagen and obviously Fabian always carried it when she wanted to go to the bathroom, in contrast to the current one that makes Amara walk like a penguin.

Actually, Fabian can't really be mad at Amara, especially after the woman bets on the life of giving birth to her baby.

However, for now he also could not let Amara continue to be rude to him, and he knew very well that the woman was not used to being violent.

"Ra, wait" Fabian said, patting Amara on the shoulder until she turned her head.

"What?" urged Amara with his eyebrows raised cynically, and inevitably his steps stopped until Fabian preceded him with a quick step.

Shortly afterwards the man came back in a hurry after laying his baby on the bed, which was still wrapped in a towel.

Before Amara could understand what Fabian was doing, the man stepped towards her and directly carried Amara without saying much.

"Ah, what-what the hell?!" Amara felt her entire body tense as she was on Fabian's lap. "Descending!"

"No!" sahut Fabian was indifferent and immediately darted towards the room.

Lying Amara next to her baby, Fabian added in a flat voice, "Other times, if I take a bath with my son, you're here. Don't bother people!"

Amara almost choked at Fabian's words, and her reflexes hit the man on the shoulder as she swore, "I don't ask you to carry me, si*lan! I can walk by myself!"

Fabian looked at Amara with dangerous narrowed eyes, but she started to wrestle at the baby.

"You who are patient, yes, have a Mother who is fiercely not kelulungan," said Fabian without sin while splashing telon oil on the palm of the hand, then rub the baby's body with a gentle movement before finally putting a series of clothes on the baby.

Once again Amara looked up at Fabian's words. However, he subconsciously enjoyed the scene beside him. Fabian's serious and deft silhouette when taking care of his baby looks sexier in Amara's eyes.

And unfortunately, Amara was very touched to see how Fabian treated his baby with affection.

So, she exhaled slowly, then formed a small smile when soon the baby was neat and fragrant.

"I want to love ASI again" said Amara as she extended her hands to Fabian. "Here."

"Let's just say, it's not crying yet, is it?" reject Fabian without heeding the hands of Amara who is now floating in the air. "I still want to carry him."

"But he—"

"You were the same as him from yesterday, Ra," Fabian said lightly, then turned to Amara who now turned sullen. "Have breakfast?"

"Me?"

Fabian glared, then went back to talking to the baby. "Your mother is pretending to be a budeg! Hopefully you do not have high blood every day to face Mother Kayak—"

"You don't poison my son like that dong, ah!" timpal Amara before Fabian finished his words.

"Ah, you yourself just don't want to keep your mouth in front of him," Fabian said calmly. "Your last night maki-maki me time on the phone also must be in front of him right? Look, who's really my son's poisonin?"

Amara was almost suffocated when once again Fabian left her at a loss for words.

Resisting being annoyed at not being able to reply to Fabian's words, Amara said indifferently. "I want to give him a name."

"Who?" fabian asked as he played his nose on the baby's little cheek.

Amara raised her shoulders, acting that she did not want to accept the protest if Fabian did not agree with the choice of name she wanted.

"Lulu Al Marjan."

Fabian was silent for a moment, knowing that both had the meaning of the name Pearl and Gem. "Should that name?"

Amara pouting. "But you know what that means? Not a bad feeling."

Fabian exhaled slowly. "I don't know how many stories about my past you heard from your friend. But my ex's name is Pearl."

Amara was stunned when she realized Fabian's expression turned sour. At a glance, he saw a wounded look that radiated in the man's eyes.

However, quickly the shadow instantly disappeared. Replace the wry smile when he gave the baby to Amara.

"But whatever, it's your right to give him whose name he is" Fabian said at last before he turned around and walked out of the room. "What do you want for breakfast?"