The Suffering of the Wife I Divorced

Chapter 90

Bahtiar is still considering whether he should tell Bian or not. After an argument earlier this afternoon with Tiara and knowing the woman insisted on leaving tomorrow morning, Bahtiar finally decided to call Bian after Maghrib.

It took a lot of effort for Bahtiar to gather the courage to talk about Tifany.

When the call connected to Bian, Bahtiar suddenly felt empty. The lines that had been collected in his head earlier seemed to melt just like that.

"Why?" bian asked from across the call when Bahtiar never spoke.

"Busy, man?" Finally Bahtiar managed to make small talk.

However, before Bian could answer, from across the call came the voice of Bian's wife who vaguely said, "Sister, let's dong open the door. Don't keep sulking, honey. I haven't eaten since noon. Open the door, brother."

In fact, Bahtiar could hear the little cry of baby— which he believed was the voice of Biandra. Then, there was another knock on the door and Amara's voice seemed to persuade Alif.

The thing that Bahtiar never expected was, in his brain suddenly rang Bian's speech while in the cafe saying proudly, 'His name is Amara Maisara. Harim my children as well as my parents. And by the way, she's pregnant with her second child.'

The words spoken with pride managed to make Bahtiar's throat as if suffocating something. Bahtiar turned to his wife and two sons who were busy watching television while eating snacks.

So far, Bahtiar household with Pinkan runs harmoniously. Especially when the wife is pregnant with a third child, which she hopes will give birth to a daughter.

And as a husband, he would not be willing to see his wife or children sad. While recalling the harmony between Bian and Amara at the cafe, Bahtiar realized that the news he was going to tell about Tifany must have created ripples of trouble in his best friend's household.

And as Bian's best friend, Bahtiar is not unaware that the man is less fortunate in romance. Yang Bahtiar realized after Tiara came back and told him that Tifany was Bian's son, that's when Bahtiar realized why Bian seemed trapped years in the past.

However, after seeing Bian looking happy with his wife and child, it felt like Bahtiar would be the rottenest person if he sprinkled problem pebbles into his best friend's household.

Indeed, in fact, every household never escapes problems. However, now Bahtiar thought that he did not want the problems Bian might have caused from his mouth.

Keeping your friendship intact for years is not easy. And Bahtiar doesn't want to speculate his good relationship with Bian will crack.

Merely, he also could not ignore his conscience that kept on undermining to help Tiara and the girl, who was clearly the blood of Bian's flesh.

"Hallo?" Bian's voice from across the call managed to drag Bahtiar back to reality. "Lu's still there, man?"

"Oh, sorry," Bahtiar said confusedly. And suddenly convinced himself that what Tiara said was indeed true, it was not yet time for him to tell Bian— given that the man had only had a few months to have a wife and child. "There's a time of expanse, right? Someone wants to talk a little seriously."

"Tumbens?" Bian's voice sounded astonished. "Usually if you want to say something just talk doang. What the hell?"

Bahtiar took a deep breath before saying, "Tiara wants to go tomorrow morning."

"Normally you guys haven't been here long, have you?"

"That's not what it is, man," said Bahtiar as he walked to the balcony of the room. "She wants to go to Batam, and I think she wants to stay there."

"Then?" Bian responded calmly.

There was a moment of silence, then Bian as if he had just realized something.

"Oh, sorry .. sorry, I kind of failed to focus." There was a little bit of weirdness from Bian. "What about investment and profit if he leaves?"

Finally Bahtiar can breathe a sigh of relief when Bian finds a topic of conversation that Bahtiar did not think of.

"Well, that's what you want to discuss," said Bahtiar who concentrated and tried hard so as not to discuss Tifany. "That's gini, man. This business is basically here, continue the business experience of the same Tiara in the field of accommodation is very limited, different much the same you who lunge indeed in the field of accommodation. So ...."

Away from Bahtiar, Bian listened seriously as his best friend explained the change in profit agreement they would be able to— as Tiara was leaving, and was clearly not directly involved in their investment.

Sometimes Bian's eyebrows wrinkled when he asked Bahtiar's words, but then returned seriously when Bahtiar spoke again.

"Yes, he knows that the profit of Ayudi's Hotel we can get every year end" Bian explained. "After ten years of agreement, in the future the decision will be in the hands of him to extend the investment or want to be taken a stock."

"Yes, I'm clear with him" Bahtiar said, then paused as if there was something else to talk about. "He knows that the main shares will not return before the expiry of the agreement."

"Then?"

"There is nothing, it means ..." Bahtiar hangs his words, and Bian knows there's still something he needs to say.

"Lu if you want someone to discuss again, yes already just talk," urged Bian. "My wife has been calling me to eat malem."

Bahtiar's breathing sounded a little heavy. "Dude, now there's no money?"

"Huh?" Bian laughed at Bahtiar this time. "How much?"

What Bian doesn't know, Bahtiar is just trying to equip Tiara and make sure that the woman and Tifany will be safe overseas. If Bahtiar's tongue isn't able to tell Bian the truth, at least he thinks Tiara and Bian's son don't lack anything.

"100—"

"100 or 300jt!" Bahtiar's voice from across the call sounded irritated. "There is an urgent problem, all make the handle of the bini ane. You know all your savings have been invested."

"The ant! Where is that money?" Bian almost choked on hearing the nominally called Bahtiar. "Nothing. Telat lu ah's. A week ago I bought a car for my day. But then I'll see the cafe's finances, if I'm told."

"Okay, thanks, man!"

Then, Bian ended the call that lasted for more than twenty minutes, and immediately approached his wife and child at the dinner table.

"Who are you calling him?" amara asked when Bian had just sat in the chair next to Alif. "Likes to stick to mealtimes. Call the girls, huh?"

"Bahtiar, Ra," said Bian briefly. "Who's the girl from? It never wanders."

Bian glanced at Alif who still looked glum after he was forced to explain to the boy that he was not his real father.

It wasn't easy for Bian to say that and give his son a second mental blow. No wonder the boy locked himself in his room for most of the day.

When Bian tells Alif that Yuanita is not his biological mother, Bian has trouble dealing with Alif who is drowning and lingering in grief.

However, he did not know why Alif could soften in Amara's hands. Perhaps his wife had a thousand and one unknown ways Bian could comfort Alif. No wonder Bian called his wife an angel without wings.

Behind his attitude that sometimes has sharp claws, and his speech that tends to be painful like a poisonous snake, but Bian can not deny there is a soft heart as silk behind the carelessness of the wife.

"What is Tiara?" The suspicion that colored Amara's voice made Bian immediately turn his head while laughing chuckling.

"Bahtiar, Ra .. later you check the call history if you don't believe—"

"Can Tiara's contacts be called guys, right?" exchange Amara while pouting while spooning rice and side dishes to her husband's plate. "Cowok is usually that, Tina's name is Toni, Winda is named Wandi—"

"Ra, don't start, Ra," concluded Bian with a amused laugh. "You're like a guy who's been a guy, until you know the details of the properties of—"

"Aren't you adam's good at theatrics?" sahut Amara is sure.

Bian just shook his head while laughing faintly, and began to focus on enjoying the food his wife was serving.

Seeing Amara seem to be troubled eating while holding Biandra on his thigh, Bian first separated the thorns from the grilled fish and moved to his wife's plate to make it easier.

Amara grinned widely and turned to Bian, then pursed her lips in a kiss and said, "Give me my husband. You are very understanding as a husband."

"Sure," said Bian arrogantly.

"By the way," continued Amara lightly. "What are you talking about? Didn't you finish that long conversation downstairs?"

Bian did not tell her that Bahtiar told Tiara to leave. After all, he did not feel that it needed to be discussed.

"You want to minjem money for his wife, and again there is an emergency problem, he said," said Bian and once again sorted out the fish thorns for Alif. "But I'm no more, last savings abis yesterday—"

"Make birth?" Amara menukas, then silent for a moment as if unable to hear if it is related to the affairs of a wife. "How much does he want his minjem?"

Bian explained the nominal required Bahtiar, then he fell silent again. Suddenly Amara stopped eating, and got up from the seat while carrying Biandra, walking towards the sink to wash her hands.

"Where are you going?" ask Bian wonder. "Your food is not abis already left—"

"Banging."

Bian frowned as his wife entered the room without closing the door, before long Amara returned and continued eating.

However, she first placed the ATM card next to Bian's plate and made her husband immediately ask, "What is this?"

"That's my savings these last three months. If it's not wrong there is 35jt," said Amara while confirming Biandra in his lap. "Kasian Bahtiar if you need money again. The rest of you are looking for something extra."

Bian paused for a moment and observed Amara proudly and unexpectedly.

"Honey," said Bian looking at Amara gently, moved by his wife's attitude, and confused how Amara could manage the shopping money he gave. "You're saving from ... mm, something you want to buy?"

"No, what else do I need? All your needs are filled, so I can save the rest of my spending money," said Amara who then devoured his food again. "The plan is that the money is enough to leave the father with the mother umrah, but still far from kayak—"

"Don't tell me anyway?" concluded Bian who was once again amazed by the wishes of his wife. "You can say if you want—"

"It has to keep telling you that I want anything?" gerutu Amara's. "Then have to keep talking the same—"

"And I'm your husband, Ra," whispered Bian. "The part you want isn't a— thing"

"Udah deh, you give me the same Bahtiar. Kasian him if you ever need any more money."