Forgive Me My Wife
Not Illusions
Before returning to the office, Adrian stopped by Viona's boutique. Viona who was having lunch was quite surprised at the sudden arrival of her ex-husband's secretary. Adrian tells Viona that Bima is sick, only Bima insists that he does not want people to know that he is sick even to Annisa.
Adrian was worried that Bima's condition was getting worse, and asked Viona who might be able to persuade Bima to tell her parents or just be hospitalized. Viona squeezed the edge of her clothes fretting, honestly hearing Bima pain anxiety immediately burst forth, although her anger at Bima had not receded.
“Where is his apartment?”
“Bu Viona seriously want to go there?” Adrian was a little surprised by the unexpected response of his former boss' wife, but he only asked Viona to contact Bima instead of asking him to come to visit the apartment.
"I'll come there after my work is done. I thought Mas Bima was still living in Mama Annisa's house. Give me the address.”
Adrian enthusiastically gave Bima's address as well as the door password number of the apartment. After the bespectacled young man withdrew, Viona finished her work and entrusted everything to Sita.
Not for long he immediately drove his car to the address of Bima and did not forget to stop for a while to the supermarket shopping for groceries to cook. I don't know why despite being angry, but Viona can't just ignore BIma.
Viona enters the key code and realizes that her number is Nara's date of birth. The corner of his heart warmed up, though the sore and wound had not completely dried up. Without hesitation he pushed the door and went inside.
The conditions inside were so quiet and dark, the curtains were left closed. Viona opened all the curtains so that the sunlight in illuminate, then ventured to step into the room and found Bima was asleep with a sweet sweat on her forehead.
Viona put her palm down for a while to check the man's body temperature and sure enough Bima still had a fever. Drawn a thick blanket that rolls Bima slowly so as not to cover the entire body height, because of his understanding if the fever then you should not roll yourself too much with a blanket so that the fever does not get worse.
His hands itchy want to wipe the sweat on Bima's forehead, also tempted to caress the jaw that began to be overgrown with irregular fine hairs. By reflex Viona's hand was stretched out, as it almost landed on Bima's jaw immediately Viona pulled her hand back and opted out from there.
Viona went into the kitchen, searched for an apron and started cooking the groceries she bought. Make chicken team rice and also a full-nutrient spice meat soup.
Bima was disturbed from his sleep, the smell of fragrant tastes that infiltrated his sense of smell made him awake, also his ears caught the sounds of kitchen utensils enliven the atmosphere of his usually quiet residence.
Bima got off the bed, washed her face at a glance then stepped out of the room. For a moment he stared at the back of the little lady who was busy in her kitchen. He rubbed his eyes several times, making sure that he was not hallucinating.
He stepped slowly, even pinching his own arm for fear of being in the dreamland. But the pinch hurts, meaning if so then this is real isn't it?
Bima was getting closer, about already at a distance of one meter he was increasingly convinced that the figure that was struggling in his kitchen was not an illusion. A smile rose on his pale face and he finally made a sound.
“Viona?"
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Don't forget to park it 😳😂