The Suffering of the Wife I Divorced

Chapter 81

Whether how strongly Bian persuaded Amara to go to the hospital to check on her condition, the woman still insisted on rejecting Bian's invitation.

In fact, Bian was a little annoyed by Amara's attitude that was too stubborn until finally they were at odds until night.

Amara sinlessly lets Bian in the cafe, while she chooses to go to bed early for fear that Bian will return to the room and lure him back to the hospital.

After the cafe closed at ten in the night, Bian still did not return to his room. However, when the time showed almost one in the morning, Bian exhaled a long breath as he opened the room door.

It seems that Amara deliberately invited Alif to sleep there. In fact, the boy seemed to be deliberately told to sleep on the bed. Bian had already guessed that it was Amara's attempt to keep him from sleeping with them.

However, Bian is not the name if you have to sleep on the sofa or in Alif's room. She couldn't let Amara sleep well with her two children.

After washing his face and changing clothes to sleepwear, Bian slipped into the blanket.

Luckily the bed was large, so Bian could push his body between the tiny legs of Biandra and lay his head hugging Amara's stomach. Intentionally bothering the woman to make room for her.

In fact, the man mischievously kissed Amara in the stomach until his wife snarled in annoyance and grabbed the blanket covering Bian's head.

"What the hell?" hiss Amara in a sleepy voice while patting Bian on the shoulder. "The habit really likes to disturb people to sleep!"

"You who are in a very habit of disturbing people if they are on a whim," said Bian without sin while rubbing his face on his wife's stomach.

"Geli!" Amara shuffled back until her body almost fell out of bed. "So sleep in Alif's room!"

Bian hastily grasped his wife's body while chuckling under the covers. "Neep here the same urges of the wife's child," said Bian with an increasingly possessive embrace.

Amara is too sleepy to respond to Bian. In the end he let the man shift the Biandra side by side with Alif, while Bian himself slept between Biandra and Amara.

"Basic brash man!" amara grumbled while hitting Bian's sleeping back against her while hugging Biandra.

"You brash Mother," seduced Bian without turning to face Amara. "Everyone's own child is jealous."

Amara kicked the back of Bian's calf from inside Bian's blanket without opening her eyes. "The fact is you care more about Biandra than about me."

Bian laughed amusedly at Amara's attitude. No matter if Biandra slept, she carried the child to sleep in her arms and lay on her back.

Then, Bian slipped his left hand under Amara's waist and pulled her into his arms muttering, "Not be angry. The edges will also hug you, Ra."

Amara snorted raucously, "Where are you banging me? I hurt you when you go to sleep. You selfish man."

Bian decided not to respond to Amara, or they would fight with their mouths until the morning because she would never budge. In fact, Bian always hugged Amara and Biandra every night, but that's how his wife always wanted to win alone.

With Amara sleeping on the left side, and the two children on the right side of Bian, the man felt calm until all his muscles felt relaxed and more quickly fell asleep.

Bian sure had not been asleep for long when he heard the heart-wrenching little sobbing and sounded so sad. She tried hard to resist the drowsiness and tried to open her eyes, then found Amara sleeping on her back sobbing.

Inevitably Bian took off his arms from Biandra, then turned to hug Amara while asking in a sleepy voice, "Why cry malem-malem, dear?"

"Hungry," said Amara in his talk that made Bian inevitably sat down. "Feeding batagor bandung sold in the hospital."

"Ra, who actually asked for a batagor bandung jam this time," said Bian while rubbing his face, hoping to reduce the drowsiness that swung. "Eat the others I make, yes —"

"I only ask for a batagor that costs only fifteen thousand," said Amara as he turned and looked at Bian with sobbing. "Don't ask for jewelry worth a dozen million like Yuanita, instead ask for a fancy bag or expensive makeup. Fifteen thousand or so you won't buy it for me—"

"Darling, let alone fifteen thousand bricks," Bian grumbled while scratching his hair in frustration. "Roll Royce for 15 billion I can buy it for you. But not now, not at three o'clock in the morning you ask. Tomorrow morning we—"

"It's true what Yuanita said, you're dead love with her until she filled all her requests. Though my request is not how much," complained Amara who returned to his back and sobbed as if Bian had made a big mistake. "Where have I asked you to buy me Yuanita-style jewelry, expensive gifts, cars and houses, vacations everywhere ..."

"Ra, why are you talking about it?" Bian gave a desperate sigh. "This is a matter of batagor why so ngungkit others? Don't look for malem-malem— problems"

"Yes, yes .. tomorrow I go home, you never love me. Only I doang too dear and bego ngarep loved the same you—"

"Mara," reproves tired Bian. "The thing is, which bricklayer is open at this hour, honey?"

Amara did not say for a while, but her shoulders seemed to still be shaking and sobbing. "No need to know, I want a batagor now."

Bian looked at Amara inexhaustibly. In fact, the woman again parried her hand as Bian tried to persuade her to calm him down.

"Say you're a chef" Amara said after a while. "Bikinin batagor bandung exactly the same as the amang-amang sold in front of the hospital— if you love me anyway."

Bian was stunned to not believe Amara's request. To him, it was beyond reason.

"Honey, three o'clock in the morning ask me to make a batagor? You're not kidding anymore, are you, Ra?" bian said in a hoarse voice. "You don't pity me for sleeping two hours ...."

Bian paused his sentence when he suddenly recalled Amara's words a few months ago saying, 'When I was pregnant with Biandra, I used to buy that batagor.'

In the blink of an eye, Bian's drowsiness and resentment towards Amara turned into a pampering gaze. No matter how drowsy, Bian got out of bed without talking much.

When Bian was just about to open the door, Amara suddenly said, "The ingredients are not in our kitchen. You put it in the cafe kitchen down."

"Yes, take it," muttered Bian who then went out and closed the door.

While walking down the stairs, Bian was reminded of Amara's complaint that he said he never gave her a gift. Bian realized, that speech was not wrong. For several months they re-referenced, he never again took Amara away or gave any gifts to his wife.

Either because they are too busy with his new activities, or maybe because his wife rarely asks for something.

Or, maybe Bian is too tired to give a lot of gifts to women who end up hurting him.

So, no wonder if all that makes Bian forget that he is not being too romantic with his wife. In fact, of all the women who have been with him, Bian should realize that woman is very special.

Amara was too different from the other women she had been with. The woman tends to ask for something just for her family, not for herself.

And when he thought about jewelry, Bian remembered he had bought two sets of expensive jewelry that until now he had forgotten to give to Amara.

When he arrived downstairs, Bian did not go to the kitchen to make what Amara wanted. However, she walked into the garage and rummaged through the car to find where the jewelry she bought four months ago was.