The Suffering of the Wife I Divorced

Chapter 9

'I don't know how many stories about my past you heard from your friend. But my former name is Mutiara.'

Bian's words still seemed to be buzzing in Amara's ears, and it managed to drag Amara's mind down the labyrinth of conversations she had with her friend a few months ago.

'Om Bian is very loyal to Tiara, and vice versa —lu certainly ngiri deh if see them. This Tiara was once pregnant, it was fitting Om Bian work at a five-star hotel in Jakarta.'

'But his parents were sadistic, Tiara content digugurin, kept Tiara fooled by Hong Kong people, and now lives there.

'At that time, Om Bian's career began to shine, and their story was quite splashy at that time in this village. You see, after Tiara's wedding, Bian was drunk, the accident came home. If it is not wrong, the pinky of his left leg is broken.'

Then, a handful of questions arose in Amara's head when looking at how Bian's attitude toward their baby. The man took care of the baby like taking care of a rare and expensive diamond, as if he did not want the precious thing scratched even a little.

So, Amara wondered in her heart, other than that Bian had no children at the age of 36, was it her bitter experience with Tiara that made her behave like that to her baby?

Sometimes, Amara can see clearly how Bian's eyes look when looking at the baby. A gaze that implies disbelief, as well as a sense of amazement and pride at the same time.

The sound of the baby's cry made Amara's daydreams crumble, then she turned her head and leaned over, raising her daughter with great caution.

Even though Bian was busy preparing breakfast, but when he heard his daughter's cry from the real— room naturally occurred, still he sped up every movement while serving food on the tray.

When she arrived at the doorway of the room that was left wide open, Amara had just unbuttoned her pajamas and spouted her breasts to give breast milk to the princess.

"H, get there first! I want the baby!" amara grumbled, a little surprised when she saw Bian standing glued by the door. And he didn't realize that his cheeks were blushing a little. "Don't do that!"

"Sorry," said Bian flatly, "But I've been squirming."

Bian did not stop stepping towards Amara who seemed confused to grab a cloth bedong to cover her breast*, which clearly now looks more contained and plump.

"Partially I've never squirmed before, either" continued Bian without sin. "Even first I enjoy your pay* before my son."

"Basic perverted brain!" Amara cursed, considering throwing a pillow if only Bian was not holding a tray containing various foods. Only then did Amara realize her stomach was already very wrapped around.

So, when Bian placed the tray on a short table beside the bed, Amara immediately exclaimed, "I'm hungry."

"I know." Bian gave a small smile hearing Amara's unabashed words. She pulled a chair near the dressing table to sit down. "You drink milk first or—"

"Bread equals milk," concluded Amara hastily. "Pick herein."

"Not very much patience." Bian gave a small laugh and immediately reached out to grab a piece of wheat bread and a glass of warm vanilla milk.

Then she noticed that Amara's hand was holding her baby, so Bian immediately said, "Open his mouth. Let me just bribe you."

"I can do it myself" said Amara as she grabbed the bread in Bian's hand and devoured it with a large bite.

"Slow down, dear Mother," said Bian softly, and finally the speech made Amara choke on the bread she was swallowing. "Tuh'kan, it's also said to let it slow down. The end is at last."

Amara glared at Bian while patting his chest. After successfully taking a breath, he said, "Drink."

So, Bian immediately thrust a glass of warm milk near Amara's lips. "Eat him open his mouth. Let me take a bribe, you're having trouble eating while carrying a baby. Don't say it."

Amara did not want to argue, because she immediately gulped her milk down to half a glass. "The roots again."

"I've been hungry since. Usually I have come bring porridge," complained Amara while chewing food that was fed Bian. "No usually Mom leaves for the garden before —"

"I told my mom to take care of you from today" said Bian stiffly. "But tomorrow I'll have breakfast before the baby's bath."

"Mom's message doesn't come in the middle." Amara is upset.

"You had breakfast at ten, Ra. Now only half nine, so I bathedin—"

"That was before I got pregnant" concluded Amara who then opened her mouth again so that Bian returned to feed her. "Lagain, now I give ASI. The feeling of being a laper. Hence the mother from yesterday's dawn has come, make anything to eat."

"Sorry, huh?" bian said while wiping the milk droplets on Amara's chin, then he observed Amara's eye bags that clearly looked tired. "You're sleepless again, Ra?"

"Not semalem doang, but already three malems," Amara admitted while patting her baby who is now back to sleep after being suckled. "So malem three times woke up because—"

"Help formula milk, huh?" Bian. "So you won't bother her. Let me take care of—"

"No, ah," rejected Amara as she grimaced. "You love ASI until she's two years old. Let all his needs be met."

"But the rest of you will be exhausted —"

"She's my son" said Amara as she lifted her baby and kissed her little cheeks. "Somehow, it won't be long. There's a time I miss waking up in the middle of the mall for nyuin him."

Bian fell silent, then looked at Amara in awe. The woman did always amaze him with her mature attitude and mindset— considering Amora is only 22 years old.

Although his hands were stretched out to put the empty milk glass, but his eyes continued to observe Amara who again laid the baby on his side.

When the woman returned to sit up straight, Bian grabbed one of Amara's hands. His thumb stroked the back of the woman's hand with a gentle touch while saying, "Ra, thank you."

Only then did Amara return Bian's gaze in seriousness, then she realized the man's eyes were exuding an inevitable sincerity.

However, Amara did not want to be glued to Bian's gaze. So, he turned his gaze in the other direction. Towards the whitewashed walls, the ceiling of the room is all white. Anywhere, as long as it's not on the man's eye bead.

God knows how strong Amara's heart is now throbbing from being stared at like that by Bian.

"Oh, empat bulan lagi aku mau nikah." Amara tampaknya tak mendengar keretakan hati Bian saat dia mengatakan hal itu dengan tiba-tiba.

"Isn't that?" Bian repeated in a choked voice, then unconsciously he clasped Amara's hand even tighter.

Then she remembered the woman's remark that said her son would get a surrogate father, and Bian realized it didn't seem like Amara was joking about what she said on the phone.

Nevertheless, Bian still tried to calm down. "When? Who's the lucky guy to be your husband, Ra?"

Amara frowned, trying to digest the tone of voice and Bian's words that sounded a little ambiguous. "Cowok the time of the heart Saturday—"

"Zack?" Bian guessed with a stifled voice. "Have he married?"

"Where are you from?" Amara asked in surprise.