The Suffering of the Wife I Divorced

Ending

Amara did not mind when Bian said that he used the cafe money to lend to Bahtiar. Although Bian said that the cafe belongs to Amara, but of course they are a married couple.

After all, Amara thought she would not lack anything else if Bian continued with her. Amara repeatedly says that she needs nothing but Bian and their children.

Since Bian and Bahtiar's conversation that night, Amara never found Tiara coming to his cafe with Bahtiar as before.

On the one hand, of course he was happy because there was nothing that made him jealous of Bian's past. However, on the other hand, Amara was a little surprised to learn that Tiara also invested in the same hotel as Bian and Bahtiar.

Until at one time he had asked why Tiara had never come to discuss their work, then Bian told that Tiara gave up her investment affairs to Bian and Bahtiar.

For wise reasons, Bahtiar decided to keep Tiara and Tifany at a distance— without having to create anxiety in the Bian and Amara households.

For Amara, it was good news that he had heard— considering he no longer needed to feel suspicious or jealous if Bian went to the hotel with Bahtiar.

However, it would be a lie if Amara did not feel jealous of Bian—'s past which was predicted as the first love that was too attached to the man's heart.

Since that night, he was really grateful that no significant problems came to them.

Small ripples do sometimes alight, but he and Bian never let the small problem drag on or enlarge the trivial problem. They always finish by talking.

After all, whether Amara or Bian, they were well aware that there were more important things they had to prepare for.

As the years passed and Amara's pregnancy grew larger, the greater attention and love she received from her husband.

The opposite is true of Amara to Bian. From the beginning, she was indeed aiming to make herself the only woman Bian had in his heart.

Only, Amara did not expect that Bian would be addicted by his attention— which sometimes excessive. In fact, in the end Amara himself was tired because of Bian's attitude that was no less spoiled than Alif and Biandra.

As happened today after Amara finished her afternoon bath, Bian who had just entered the bathroom again turned his head and called out to Amara.

"What else?" groused Amara while drying her hair with a small towel.

"Help this ilangin," said Bian, pointing at his beard and mustache, which had been five days without shaving.

Amara was silent for a moment, this time her husband was really spoiled outrageous.

"Usually you shave your beard with a mustache alone" said Amara finally. "No need to make a point, the Biandra is afraid to wake up—"

"Wake what? The guy he just me sleepin," said Bian a little pushy. "Not even fifteen minutes of shaving my beard. Want, huh?"

Seeing Bian grinning widely with a hint of spoiled, Amara finally nodded. "You take the chair to the bathroom."

"okay." Bian took a folding chair and brought it to the bathroom, then he sat in front of the mirror while Amara stood between her two legs.

"It's a razor piso, it's very tajem, Ay," Amara said after a while. "Aren't you afraid I'll blister your cheeks?"

"You get scuffed or sliced, as long as you do, that's okay." Bian grinned and reached out at Amara's waist, then lowered his head to gently land a kiss on her increasingly protruding belly.

"You're getting spoiled more and more like a kid, huh?" Amara gave a faint chuckle as Bian lingered on his stomach from behind the kimono towel.

"Yes, you don't want to give in to the children" Amara blushed while distancing herself from Bian, then took a bottle of shaving foam and poured it into the palm of her hand.

When Amara reviews the foam on Bian's face, the man's hand feels too bad if it does not touch Amara.

"Can it be on her hand?" reprimand Amara while grabbing the razor and pointing to Bian's chin. "If I fail to concentrate, then your handsome face can be scuffed."

"Yes, I'm diem," said Bian and for the last time squeezed Amara's rear bumper in dismay. "But shaved abis I don't want to be on them anymore."

Bian gulped and kept his face as serious as possible. The touch of Amara's fingers seemed to gently caress her face.

Amara stood between Bian's legs, and their distance was so intimate.

Unfortunately, Bian's passion is always easy to react when being close to the wife. Last night, they just did it. How could he have asked for his wife's ration? Especially Amara had just finished her bath, even the woman's hair was clearly still wet.

Amara seems oblivious to how Bian's passion quickly reacts, but when Bian suddenly extends his hand again and holds Amara's waist, that's when he looks back at Bian's bead eyes.

"Well, don't macem, '" said Amara when the shaving was almost complete. He wiped Bian's chin with a wet tissue, cleaning the fine hairs that were still attached. "I just took a shower."

"Kangen," said Bian raspingly. "I took a shower."

"So I'm cold—"

"Pake air angel," said Bian naughty.

And when Amara finished shaving, Bian did not let go of his wife. She stood up and hugged Amara from behind as she washed her hands in the sink

Without having to look into the large mirror above the sink, Amara could feel Bian's lips moving mischievously at his nape. The man's hand crept into the kimono towel he was wearing, and unstoppably, Bian pulled off the kimono strap encircling his stomach.

"Ay, ih—"

"Ten minutes," said Bian, stroking Amara's thigh in a sensual gesture, while another hand held Amara's bulging belly.

For Bian, the bigger Amara's belly, the more sexy and radiant she looks. No wonder he never tired of giving Amara a slow and delicious torture.

In the end, Amara could no longer resist when Bian stripped her kimono towel, while the man was still wearing a towel that only covered her waist.

Free Amara refused when she knew she was flammable, especially when Bian kissed her back with intoxicating touches.

Whether Bian or Amara, they both know that the more they make love, the more love grows between them.

No wonder if in the end Amara showed Bian the advantages of having a wife who flammable passion.

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