The Suffering of the Wife I Divorced

Chapter 85

'Having a wife can be friendly with his wife's friends?'

Although Amara whispered in his ear, but as they sat outside the cafe and at the same time the roar of the motor drove fast, Bian could not hear what the wife said.

"What are you talking about?" Bian turned to his wife with a raised eyebrow. "No wonder you know."

Amara grimaced faintly. Of course he couldn't repeat what he was talking about, and it wouldn't be polite for him to keep whispering to Bian in front of his two friends.

Upset that Bian always showed his calm wife when he returned to chatting with Bahtiar, Amara finally venting his irritation by biting Bian's left shoulder quite hard— spontaneous action that had become his habit.

Inevitably Bian hissed and stared fiercely at his wife, but he could not get angry or say anything. Then he looked back at Bahtiar and continued talking.

Being stared at with a fierce face by Bian certainly made Amara even more upset. So, once again he bit Bian's shoulder long enough for the man to groan.

"Sick tau, Bun ..," Bian grumbled in a slow whisper while holding Amara's head so that she would stop biting her. "You like to bite gini."

Amara did not answer, but her face turned sullen and resentfully took the Biandra from her husband's lap.

Bian who was aware that Amara was angry instantly stopped what the woman was doing, he tightened his arms at Biandra— while one of his hands again hugged Amara's shoulder into the embrace.

"Don't be angry" whispered Bian with a small smile as he kissed Amara's cheek. "It's over soon."

Amara's cheeks were hot by Bian's sweet treatment, no matter how in front of her there were friends and ex-lovers.

Amara did not really intend to act like that or heat up Tiara, all his attitude was just a habit because Bian often treated Amara with affection.

Amara knows, Bian peeked her cheek as an apology— even though she herself was the first to make Bian upset with her.

As they often do, Amara bales briefly peeked at Bian's cheek as proof that she forgave the man.

Bian was stunned for a moment, not expecting Amara to dare to be friendly in front of others. The naughty grin was on Bian's lips when Amara re-enforced.

While putting on a flat expression as possible when responding to Bahtiar's talk, Bian raised his left shoulder and wiped off Amara's kiss marks.

Amara gaped at the sight of how Bian wiped off his former kiss. He wondered inwardly, did Bian feel disgusted by the kiss?

Or, does her husband dislike Amara kissing Bian in front of her ex-lover?

Unconsciously, it makes Amara re-ignited emotions, and deliberately kissed Bian longer.

"What the hell, Bun, you bothering me?" bian said without sin, then pulled out a piece of tissue on the table and rubbed the traces of Amara's kiss on his cheek.

Amara was wide-eyed at Bian's increasingly outrageous actions. How could the man possibly wipe away Amara's kiss? Is he ashamed to have a wife like him? Did that guy show in front of his friends that Bian didn't like him?

Thinking of the idea made Amara ignited an overwhelming anger. She fiercely stood up and hugged Bian's neck, then kissed her husband's face possessively.

Let everyone know that the man is just hers.

"You're the shit?" amara said while locking Bian's neck in an embrace and deliberately kissing his cheeks lingering. "Why was my kiss on that lap-lap? You're disgusted, aren't you?"

Amara may not realize that she's been in Bian's trap. When Amara was still showering Bian's face with an angry kiss, the man chuckled and wrapped one hand on Amara's back.

Bahtiar actually laughed bubblinglyly at the behavior of Bian who was being kissed by Amara, then commented amusedly, "Si mode, Anying!"

Hearing Bahtiar's words, Amara immediately realized that her husband was indeed passed ignorant. Amara's eyes rounded and her cheeks flushed red as Bian smiled mischievously as she stopped kissing her husband.

"It's so sweet of you, my wife," muttered Bian with a big smile and rubbed the head of Amara under the veil.

Bian had indeed deliberately wiped away Amara's kiss marks, only wanting to know if the woman dared to do it again or not. The result was quite satisfying because Amara actually kissed her again in front of a lot of people.

Her damn husband was brave enough to laugh amusedly when he saw Amara was wrong. Amara's face felt unusually hot from embarrassment. Then, he looked around and realized the cafe visitors were looking at him.

Currently, Amara only wants to strangle Bian for deliberately making him show his affection in public. Although Amara did that in her own cafe, she still did not intend to show affection with her husband in front of them.

However, just as he was about to make a move, Bian again pulled his waist to keep him seated. "Well, what do you want to get in here? On top of that you're just the same kids, right?"

"Thy know!" amara grumbled with her head down and pretended to focus her attention on Biandra who was in her husband's lap. "You're so nosy to be a person? Use deliberately trap me let nyiumin you like that."

"Ngapain shy? The one who kissed her own husband too, right?" Bian smiled faintly as he pinched Amara's chin to look at her. "That's dong, point to those proofs of your ownership."

"But not in public either," Amara squeaked softly as she squeezed Bian's thighs in dismay. "You really embarrassed me."

"Hey, I love you," Bian murmured as he pursed his lips in a kiss. "Don't be so nervous, ah. I'm on the other hand, you're as friendly as gini. Don't be shy, I'm your husband, honey."

Amara did not respond to Bian anymore, even she did not dare to raise her gaze and lowered her head while chattering lightly at Biandra. God knows how much he wants to hide into the pit of ants for being the center of attention.

What Bian and Amara do not realize is that Tiara is suddenly stunned by their sight and affection.

As the woman who had been Bian's lover for almost ten years, Tiara knew very well that Bian's sweet attitude had never changed.

Tiara was even sure that the man had not changed at all about how to treat the woman in his life.

No wonder his friends call them romantic partners. Maybe because Bian who is often spontaneous is sweet as he just saw, partly because Tiara himself tends to be spoiled on the lover.

Tiara knew, the rage of pain and jealousy that currently controlled her heart was an accumulation of disappointment because she could not be with the man. Because all the hopes and dreams about happiness that they once echoed must be lost in the middle of the road.

For some reason, there was a sense of tightness that was so intense hit Tiara's heart feathers that his body felt shivering. In fact, she was unaware of Bian's affection and Amara made Tiara squeeze her thigh tightly, worried that she would scream as her heart continued to slice.

Luckily the phone in her bag rang and made Tiara drag her mind back to reality. Despite the pain enveloping her heart, Tiara was able to remain calm while picking up the phone in a bag.

For years she had been friendly with wounds, and Tiara knew how to control herself. He got up from his seat to answer the call to a slightly quiet place. Soon he returned with a restless expression and approached Bahtiar.

"Why?" bahtiar asked when he saw Tiara hurriedly stuffing the phone into the bag. "Is there a problem?"

Tiara nodded quickly. "I think I should unplug it first. If you're not done, I have to go back to the hotel."

"Yes, come back," said Bahtiar who then tidied up some documents and turned off the laptop. While cramming the items into the backpack, Bahtiar looked at Bian and raised his shoulders while muttering, "Children Tiara came along, and there's no way he could just go back to the hotel carrying the car alone. We'll get on the phone later, okay?"

After a short and farewell talk to Bian and Amara, the two hurriedly walked to the parking lot and got in the car.

When Bahtiar started driving the car out of the Faradisa Cafe courtyard, that was when Tiara's cries completely exploded after trying hard to hold back her tears from exploding in front of Bian and Amara.

Bahtiar took a deep breath as he grabbed the tissue box from the dashboard and placed it on Tiara's lap, then he said confidently, "Lu don't really have to go back to the hotel right?"

Tiara pulled out some tissue and brushed her nose, but her cries grew unstoppable until Bahtiar had to wait a while for Tiara to calm down a bit.

"I guess I should turn plan B around," Tiara muttered in a stinging voice after her cries subsided.

"Lu want to give it up? After you've spent hundreds of billions on this cooperation, after painstakingly persuading the man to sell his hotel shares, you want to back off?" Bahtiar grumbled and looked at Tiara inexhaustibly. "A little more, Tiara .. I'm sure Fabian will—"

"You think everything's easy to do?" Tiara replied bitterly. "After my parents hurt him, knew that Fabian was passing through the hardest times until finally he could be happy with his wife and child, do you think I would destroy the happiness of him—"

"Lu don't have to ruin their happiness" Bahtiar said exasperatedly. "Lu just need to tell him that—"

"No!" tiara concluded while shaking her head quickly. "I can't bear the impact in the future if until Fabian's household messed up again. You know, the only thing that made me want to talk to Fabian because I heard the household was a mess. I think now the household she runs in is just as glassy as the first household. But after seeing how Fabian harmonizes with his wife and child, no deh, I better—"

"But Tifany needs a father who can protect her, Anj*ng!" Bahtiar roared in annoyance.

Tiara swallowed the blockage clumping in her throat with great difficulty. "Eleven years later I have tried to be a mother and father for Tifany—"

"The problem is different now, Tiara. Your ex-boy has gone too far with Tifany. After he broke your son to mental-mental, you still want to be selfish—"

"What is selfish?" Tiara held back a hysterical laugh. "After I have been demoing everything and forced into silence for so long, you still say I am selfish? I just don't want my son in the future to be a seed of trouble for the life of Fabian and his wife. Which part do you call me selfish?"