The Suffering of the Wife I Divorced

Chapter 83

'Need proof of one more round?'

Amara immediately declared herself to be very hungry. He wasn't lying, the fact was that.

However, Amara also had to hurry up and avoid her super maniac husband. Especially in the state of their bodies that are still completely naked.

Amara did not deny that she did enjoy the romance they do every night. It's just that, sometimes there are times where she is really tired and feels reluctant to serve her husband.

However, Bian did not like rejection. The man had always had a thousand and one ways to crush Amara's defenses until it turned into an ardent passion.

After all, Bian always said that he should get that excitement after months of feeling the void they went through. Luckily the man knew very well how to create warmth on the bed.

In addition, Amara has no reason to refuse Bian's touch which makes him drunk. Especially when she knows that her husband has the potential to be targeted by women.

How could he possibly be willing to lose Bian a second time?

Amara hurriedly grabbed the scattered clothes and put on with lightning speed. So did Bian— despite the man laughing out loud to see Amara trying to avoid the second round.

Afraid that Bian would tease her again if they continued together, Amara clumsily receded back towards the stairs as Bian was about to finish the meal Amara wanted.

"Don't be long" cried Amara.

Bian stops flirting with Amara, aware that his wife is more violent and dangerous if she is starving. "Wait five minutes, honey."

Amara hurriedly ran and waited in the room under the covers. The warmth he got from holding Biandra left him drowsy, especially since Bian had drained the rest of his energy.

So, when shortly afterwards Bian came to bring a plate of batagor that was still warm, Amara's eyes were already difficult to be invited to cooperate.

"Ra, he said hungry," said Bian, who was now sitting next to Amara and shaking the woman's shoulder.

"Drowsiness is not strong," muttered Amara as she coiled away from Bian.

"Ra, you really do get people, yeah!" Bian sizzled softly while trying to pull Amara's waist, while one of his hands held the plate. "Pick eat first."

Amara grimaced and parried Bian's hand from his waist. "You ate his batagor. Don't throw. I'm tired of making."

"Hey, who was just in front of whose stove?" Bian held a choked laugh in response to Amara's murmur.

"How does it feel tired of people already cooking, continue not to be eaten?" Amara answered without sin and immediately pulled the blanket to cover the neck. "Last noon I also made tempura shrimp for you, but you instead ate the same ex and your friend."

Bian was almost at a loss for words to answer his wife. So, Amara did intend to take revenge because she missed lunch together?

"It doesn't have to be at three o'clock in the morning as well as his revenge bales, Ra," Bian lamented as he stuck a fork in a piece of batagor and ate it. "Cobain used to be a little, huh, honey? Did he say laper? Kasian my son if you go straight to sleep that way."

Although Amara's eyes were closed, but he had to hold back a loud laugh at Bian's heartbreaking words.

Without even opening her eyes, she finally turned her face to her husband while muttering, "Something, huh? I'm on a diet again."

"What kind of diet does a large portion of french fries eat in a cafe?" Bian laughed amusedly while feeding Amara.

Amara stopped chewing, then opened her eyes and shuffled up to snatch the batagor plate from Bian. "Kan .. You never supported me on a diet. Take poisonin I'll make it at this hour."

"Ra ... You really are so demen as to make me rise in blood," said Bian as he chuckled at Amara greedily eating batagor, while the woman's eyes were clearly very sticky.

Amara did not respond to Bian's comments, solemnly brushing off the food her husband had made.

"I'm not designed, Ra?" Bian was stunned when Amara thrust out a dirty plate within minutes. "Just make a plate doang loh."

"I don't think you want to" said Amara without sin. Then she lay on her husband's thigh. "You buy it early tomorrow, don't forget to buy it for me."

"It's still an hour after dawn, Ay," muttered Amara as Bian stroked her back gently, the man's touch always pampering. "You're sleeping too."

Then, Bian lay down pushing his body behind Amara and hugged the woman's stomach. "Tomorrow to go to the gynecologist early in the morning, yes, dear," whispered Bian while kissing the back of Amara's head.

Amara breathed a long breath because Bian was still trying to force and believed himself to be pregnant. In fact, Amara himself did not feel himself being two-bodied.

However, that does not mean he ignored Bian's beliefs. Last night he ordered Eka to buy a test and bring her to work.

So, when the next day before Bian will start the morning briefing, Eka first went up and gave the test to the brother.

While Bian held a briefing below, Amara was overwhelmed by anxiety after dipping a pregnancy test kit into a pot of morning urine.

Even though she already had Biandra, she still felt nervous when confirming her pregnancy. Too many things Amara thought of and made her anxious.

First, Biandra is only four months old. Their distance was really too close if Amara immediately had another child. Second, Amara was a little scared when she recalled how painful it was when her privacy area was torn and got a few stitches.

Plus, he is worried about going back to experiencing Postpartum anxiety that has not fully recovered, as well as various other concerns.

He had just managed to restore his body shape back to slender. Somehow when imagining his body back fat, Amara was afraid that Bian would not like it.

Moreover, now Tiara even dared to come to their cafe on the grounds of discussing cooperation.

Thinking about all that made Amara unhappy, her mood grew more chaotic when she saw the results of the testpek showed line two.

Instead of being happy, Amara became a little frustrated and regretted why she did not take the contraceptive pill secretly.

Amara's chaotic mood seems to be felt by Biandra, so the child is finicky and makes Amara also cry because it can not calm her child.

In fact, because he did not want Alif to be the target of his emotions, Amara told the child to come out of the room. Usually Alif goes to school at nine like this, but of course the boy is off on Sunday.

Frustrated by Biandra's crying never subsided even though she believed the child's stomach was full after giving her milk, Amara walked down to the cafe while Bian was leading the briefing.

Bian who was sitting in one of the chairs and the crowd of his employees immediately rose to his feet when he heard Biandra who continued to cry. However, as she takes it from Amara, Bian realizes that Amara's cheeks are also wet.

Whereas, when Bian went down a few minutes ago Amara was fine. So, when Amara turned around without saying much, Bian immediately caught up with the woman shrouded in worry.

"Ra, what's wrong?" bian asked as he walked through the stairs and stroked the Biandra's back on his lap. "What's the problem? Why are you crying so early in the morning? Alif godain Biandra again? He took you?"

"You made a sprain!" Amara went into the room and walked to the dresser, then took the pregnancy test results and handed them to her husband. "Look at your actions."

Instead of being angry, Bian laughed happily at the two red lines shown by the small object. He's not a teenager who doesn't know what the two red lines mean.

Only, Bian did not expect to be so nervous when he found out his wife was really pregnant. In fact, not only did his hand tremble slightly while holding the testpek, but his voice was also slightly faltering.

Lying if Bian is not touched by the news of Amara's pregnancy. At this age, she still has a chance to have children. The hopes that had once been almost buried because he never had children with Yuanita, now he got everything from Amara.

Only, Bian was a little surprised why Amara actually reacted the opposite. In fact, the news of the pregnancy should be encouraging news for them.

However, Bian is not his name if he can not eliminate the sadness of his wife. As Amara sat on the edge of the bed sobbing miserably, Bian pulled up the chair in front of the dressing table and looked at Amara in amazement.

"Are you really pregnant, Neng?" Bian's voice sounded softly pampering.

"Yes, that's clearly a line of two!" sahut Amara in the middle of his stuff that clearly does not sound happy. "Well, you don't understand?"

"This is a line of two, meaning that it means two children, yes, dear Neng Amara?" Bian grinned sinlessly until Amara choked on her tears.