The Suffering of the Wife I Divorced

Chapter 87

Bian and Amara were still chatting upstairs when one of their employees boarded and gave the woman a package.

"Small package anyway?" amara said as she grabbed the package from her employees. "You didn't get the wrong package, did you?"

"Where to be wrong, it was written there Faradisa Cafe on behalf of Amara's mother" the employee explained.

"The courier's still there?"

"So, go straight away."

"Yes, thank you."

"What are you shopping for in an online shop, Mommy?" muttered Bian slowly. "The feeling of yesterday's package continues."

Amara was hesitant to open the box-sized package of the mobile phone— even though the recipient's name and address did say for her.

"Yet yesterday it was buying Biandra milk, perfume, telon oil, diapers, there is a 20% discount is not enough," Amara said while considering whether she really should open the package. "But the package that comes now baby powder jumbo, why the package is so small gini."

Seeing Bian as if he did not respond to him and just bent down to kiss Biandra's stomach, Amara patted Bian's shoulder until the man turned to him.

"You don't buy watches online and use my name as the recipient, do you?" amara's investigation is suspicious. "Last time I saw Patek Philippe on your wishlist, Ay."

"What the hell is accusing people so recklessly" muttered Bian lightly. "I was thinking again when I had to buy a car clock."

"What package is this, huh?" Amara went to pick up the scissors in the cabinet drawer. "Well, did you buy a new phone? It's like it's hp."

"Oh God, no, Mother," said Bian without sin. "You bought new lipstick. Said yesterday I wanted to buy nude lipstick."

"No, I'm looking forward to a 99% false sale."

Bian laughed frowns, knowing that his wife was too frugal and sometimes left him inexhaustible.

"Yes, you really don't buy—"

"Udah just open the contents," said Bian while shaking his head. "Not to guess. Just opened up, what's the trouble?"

"I don't feel like buying a package that is small in size like this," said Amara as she flipped through the package, then began to slash the duct tape carefully. "Yes, the contents of the baby powder were sown into the box because I bought a discount price. It's impossible, huh?

Bian felt he could go crazy if he continued to respond to Amara's words. Laughing chuckling, Bian again joked with Biandra on the sofa, while Amara started to open the package.

Amara was flabbergasted when the bubble wrap opened and found the mobile phone box, but did not realize that the seal of the phone box was open.

"Well, this is really i-phone 6 plus new output!" Amara screamed in surprise. "You bought me another new HP?"

"No," muttered Bian without looking at his wife's shocked and confused expression. "Not really believe it. Your HP is still new, Mother."

"So far this has ..." Amara paused for a moment when she realized the seal was already open. So, she picked up the package and forcefully thrust it at her husband. "You open the package. I fear. That time the seal was open!"

"Open it yourself." Bian chuckled and lifted Biandra into his lap. "I want to make milk for my son, like he's laper."

"Yes, uh! Bukain—"

"Open yourself, my love, my most beautiful wife, my baby." Bian glared and put on as flat an expression as possible. "Open that way can't."

Amara grimaced faintly looking at Bian looking indifferent as she walked into the kitchen. When curiosity trumps logic, Amara finally opens the box.

He carefully lifted the cover paper in the top pile, then was astonished to find it was not a cell phone. Except a key that has been attached to a metal hanger in the form of the letter A.

"Yes!" Amara exclaimed and followed Bian to the kitchen. "It's the car keys, right?"

Bian glanced at a glance, but his hand still poured a few spoons of milk into the bottle. "Yes." Yeah."

"Whose car?" Amara tugged at Bian's hand as the man looked calm. "You bought a new car? This key is still smooth gini loh."

"Who buys whose package, who is accused of buying whom." Bian grinned mischievously and walked towards the dispenser to brew milk, while one of his hands hugged the Biandra in a lap.

"Well, why are you confusing me?" Amara follows Bian and continues to urge the man. "You bought a new car?"

Not wanting to linger tempting Amara, Bian finally turned to face the woman while stirring warm milk in a bottle.

"In the end, I did too!" Amara snorted exasperatedly and handed the key to Bian. "Say he has no money. But you can buy a car. Fortuner wants to be kept? Want sold?"

"The new car is for you."

"Huh?" Amara screeched until Biandra blinked in shock at the sound of her mother. "Make me?"

Amara did not know why her knees were shaking when she saw Bian nod and smiled slightly in response to her question.

"Are you serious?" Finally Amara again found her voice faltering.

"When have I ever joked?" Bian refrained from pulling Amara into a hug as the woman's eyes looked foggy.

"But why buy a car?"

Bian walked back to the sofa, and laid Biandra down to give her milk. Amara continued to follow him with knees that felt increasingly limp.

"Yes, you why—"

"Say you want to like people?" hatch Bian who then pursed his lips to form a kiss. "Look down, must've got the car."

Amara bit her lip as she walked over to her husband. With teary eyes, he held up Bian's hand and entered the man's embrace.

"But he was told to come down here?" whispered Bian while kissing Amara's head curled in her right chest, while Bian's left hand held the milk bottle that Biandra was enjoying. "Look first, like what not. If you don't like it, then—"

Bian's words were interrupted when Amara kissed his face with tears and whispered, "You why should give me such an expensive gift anyway? Said your money was invested?"

Bian chuckled while smirking Amara's cheeks. "The gifts you have given me are more expensive and priceless. Too precious to compare with money."

Amara put away her face to look at Bian fixedly. "You give these gifts to them too?"

"You are first" whispered Bian as he pulled Amara's nape and kissed her cheek again. "You are the most precious."

"But your time is the same Yuanita—"

"Kiss" concluded Bian with lips pressed to Amara's lips. "Don't reveal the past anymore. My past is mine, your past is yours. But you and the kids are my future."

So, Amara let Bian kiss her lips with a stunning soft touch. However, the kiss did not last long as Biandra wriggled as the milk in the bottle ran out.

Amara took off their pagutan and glanced at Biandra.

"Ra, less," muttered Bian hoarsely. "Again."

Still Amara could not grant Bian's request to kiss him again when he heard the strange ticking step in the direction of the stairs.

He hurriedly got up from Bian's lap as Alif walked towards them with an unhappy face.

"Tumben Brother has come home to play at this hour? Ashar hasn't come home yet?" bian asked as he fixed his sitting position, also covering his wriggling passion behind the jeans.

"The reason is that Brother Nyebelin," complained Alif as he bent down and kissed the Biandra's hand which was in the lap of his mother. "So it was fighting and brother went home."

"Hey, what fight?" Amara. "Who's the same?"

"That's it, Bun, his son's pulsator," Alif complained gloomily, then sat down as Bian patted the empty sofa beside him. "He couldn't believe that Big Brother would marry Biandra."

"Aliff!" reprimanding Bian with choking laughter, while Amara turned back in disbelief at the words of Alif. Then, Bian added in a light tone, "Everyone won't believe it either, Brother. What the hell is small already talking about marriage?"

"Why not believe?" alif protest was not happy. "What if you're married to Biandra?"

"Biandra is you, brother." Amara finally laughed amusedly, realizing that Alif must not have understood. "Would you marry yourself? I can't dong, honey."

"Temen Kakar also said that, Mommy," Alif explained in earnest. "But my brother said he could. He even ngeyel said he couldn't, yes already brother just stay."

"It can't be, brother." Bian ruffled Alif's hair with anxiety. "Nobody's a—"

"But how can you marry your mom?" alif protested while looking at his father seriously. "Dad married three times, right? Same mom, keep marrying Mama again. Now marry again Mother. Her sister's mother's father. Then later Biandra can also marry Sister. Yeah, right, Bun?"

"Campus!" amara muttered softly while throwing glances at her husband. "Not knowing. You're the obvious."