The Suffering of the Wife I Divorced

Chapter 86

As much as Bahtiar and Tiara, Amara felt she really needed to kidnap Bian after seeing how messing up Bian's friends and ex-lovers were.

He pulled Bian into the living room upstairs, and wasted no more time on what he had in mind.

If Bian had not heard what Amara said before, now his wife was sure that Bian would have heard his voice when he said, "Your friendship is absolutely horrified. How could that bahtiar same Tiara like dating people?"

When Bian had just opened his mouth to reply, Amara first added suspiciously, "Don't tell me your behavior is like that on the outside, huh? At home can be friendly wife, outside even friendly with other girls. Inget, when I was your young wife, you were so friendly as Yuanita. In fact, I remember the time you received a call from Yuanita when we rented it. Udah—"

"Darling, don't start. I don't want to make a storm—" anymore"

"Don't cut my talk, eh!" gerutu Amara's. "Nih, yes .. that time Yuanita in your contact was named 'my wife'. I can even hear you talking, you call him 'honey'. Now to me also call 'honey'. Until I ask you to answer Yuanita's phone, she replied outside. Then you stopped taking calls to him near me. Don't you deliberately call 'honey' to everyone let's not taper, right?"

"Oh God, Mother .. This is why you should discuss—"

"Dengerin first!" Amara looked at her husband as she was not satisfied talking. "When I was your mistress, you said don't call if you're the same Yuanita again. Well, now you also often matainin HP if again the same me, lest you—"

"No, Mother, ah .. You made me go wrong." Bian rubbed his face with a huff. "Don't say I didn't? That's been over a year, when you're still aja—"

"Oh, so I can't be jealous of you?" Amara looked at Bian fiercely.

"No, you know exactly where I mean. I just don't want you to talk about continue—"

"Don't discuss, I'm just saying that you were never at the point of never appreciating my feelings," Amara said fiercely. "You do not realize how it was the way you got me? You're conspiring with a bank man, until I forget myself that I'm in love with a very cunning man like you. Until I forget that you treated me so kindly that I was sulking— again"

Bian held back as Amara continued to add, "In fact, I never bothered that my name in your contacts was only MTS, not my wife or 'Amara'. No wonder why I call you a butcher. The fact is you are that sadistic. You cut off my heart and my feelings when I accused me of illness until I felt sick without a clear scratch, chopped up until my heart was broken, until I dared to say that my heart was not just broken, but I just broke, but crumpled and shapeless—"

"Honey," muttered Bian while replying to Amara's gaze helplessly. In fact, the woman never recovered from the pain she had been incised.

"Do you understand that I just don't want you to hurt me worse?" continued Amara. "I just need to take it to you, if one day you hurt me with betrayal, there is a third person who interests you, be it from the past or a new person, he said, maybe I won't hesitate to ask you to better end my life. Until here you understand why I'm so possessive of you?"

"Munda—"

"But the guy says I'm too jealous. I'm like a kid. You are not comfortable with my jealousy. You said I was noisier when I talked about kayak gini again," complained Amara bitterly. "Even you should be aware, I never try to run away from your life. But once again you dragged me into your life, and made me fall in love with you. If you're sure, am I wrong to be afraid of losing you again?"

Bian did not want to take Amara too seriously. No, he doesn't care about that woman. Because of his concern, Bian did not want to make Amara always sad.

Plus, his wife is pregnant young, and doctors say Amara's often fickle mood is part of the hormonal changes due to her pregnancy.

After Amara exposes her heart with a gloomy face, Bian rubs Amara's nose and pulls her in a frenzy while laughing.

"I do not allow Bahtiar's behavior with Tiara," said Bian lightly. "They're like that from before. Pinkan— his wife Bahtiar with Tiara was already like an older brother. They both have no brothers, maybe indirectly Bahtiar protect Tiara kayak to his own sister. But .. You don't worry, my wife. Bahtiar and I are two different people. I rarely interacted until it was like temen—"

"But you used to be a prostitute bookkeeper, even I became—"

"And you're the last one" said Bian softly. "By the name of the contact. MTS it—"

"Honey, that's not what it means—"

"No need to call, my dear, I was horrified. Don't know how many girls you called before me."

"Mother ...," muttered Bian resignedly. "My wife, my wife. Don't be fierce with your handsome husband can't you? MTS the Angel Without Wings. Because basically you're an angel, too good and—"

"And you're the devil."

"And I'm incredibly grateful to be able to get your kayak angel .. despite the way it's a little sneaky," Bian exhaled a long breath and then smiled slightly as he saw Amara's cheeks gushing red.

"Slices are many," muttered Amara as she turned her gaze away from Bian and hid her hot face.

He removed the needle from his hood under his chin, needing fresh air when he saw Bian's smile which sometimes made the room feel even narrower.

"You're beautiful when you're nervous" praised Bian proudly, then leaned in and landed a kiss on his wife's brow. "The only reason that makes me not want to fuss, is not because I am uncomfortable with your attitude that often discussed it-that's all. But I can't stand to see you cry or sad. Plus, now you're pregnant. The doctor said don't be too stressed."

"His side is stressing me out" muttered Amara as Bian showered his face with affectionate kisses. "Good business villa, why even to the hotel and cooperation with Tiara. Then every time you go to a hotel, you meet her, right?"

Bian wanted to mention the word 'honey' like he used to do. However, he did not want Amara to return to protest with an expression that was so horrified.

"No, Mother ...," said Bian who kept his voice calm. "At first I thought Bahtiar had enough money to invest when I joined. The first two months I focused on him taking care of various procedures. Well, last week when I last met, I was also surprised why Bahtiar brought Tiara. I finally understood after he told me that the money invested in Bahtiar was only 30 AD. The rest have Tiara—"

"I don't like it when you see him often" complained Amara bluntly. "Can you cancel your investment?"

"Cannot. It's been two months, Ra." Bian's voice was a little low and all wrong. "Say ..."

Bian's speech was interrupted when he saw Amara glaring with annoyance. Again he had to try hard to change the nickname.

"So, my beloved Mother, my most absurd wife ..," continued Bian with dismay. "The most important thing now for me is you and the kids. You have to believe that I think of nothing but the future of our household. Anyway, like you used to tell me that I was old. There's no way I'm neko-neko—"

"Really?" Amara took it seriously.

"Trust me, My angel .. please." Bian grinned widely while raising his two fingers to form the letter v.

"If you're a macem, I'll poison you. Uh ... no! I want r@cunin the kids and take them dead with—"

"Ra, Istighfar, hey! What the hell are you talking about?" Bian pulls Amara into a hug, aware that his wife often speaks outspokenly.

However, he was aware that the sentence showed an ultimatum full of despair.

So, he kissed the top of Amara's head while muttering withstanding fear. "Don't say that again. You know I really need you guys."