Forgive Me My Wife
I Miss You
The little lady was piqued starting to come out from her dreamland. I don't know why his sleep this time felt so sound and comfortable, even though his position was sitting on the sofa, unlike his sleep for the past four years which is often not soundly.
The pleasant warm taste and the aroma nearby made him feel at ease. He gasped in gasp when he realized he was sleeping on the shoulder of his ex-husband. Viona looked up and found Bima whose eyes were closed with a slight support to her head. The warm breath was smooth, it seemed like Bima was also fast asleep.
Slightly shifting her position, Viona moved slowly so as not to wake Bima. Without being told to move his hand stroking Bima's hair is also a fine sideburn that is left unshaved.
“You're getting thinner, Mas,” his sigh is worried. His eyes traced the face of the man who had formed a household bond with him, still pale even though not as bright as yesterday.
“You are no longer a teenager, why not take good care of yourself?” mumbling again.
Wounds that have been incised may no longer bleed as time passes, only the rest of the incision pain is sometimes still felt. If asked if Viona still loves and loves Bima? The answer is yes, even if the license is reluctant to admit.
Otherwise, what Viona bothered to worry about when she heard the man was sick. Came in a hurry like crazy yesterday, leaving his job at the boutique because of the worry of invading him for a while. Even without realizing it since dawn, he cooked many of Bima's favorite foods, put them in a food box and then transported to Bima's apartment. Put it in the refrigerator and stay warmed if you want to eat, the menu is cooked enough for the next few days.
Seen him full of gaping wounds with bandages twisted everywhere, always faithfully engraved one name even though the space is now opaque not bright. Undeniably, Viona admitted, Bima which is now has changed. Viiona can feel the seriousness of Bima even though only from the look of her eyes as well as her attitude. Bima who is arrogant due to the influence of illegal drugs is no longer there.
The reason she was now here for Nara's sake, was originally indeed for Nara's sake. But is it really just for Nara? he began to wonder, before Bima finally began to wake up. Viona pulled her hand from Bima's hair, leaned back against the sofa and pretended to sleep, feeling the prestige if Bima found her observing.
Bima felt so fresh. The clock on the wall was three o'clock in the afternoon, meaning he slept for about an hour there. Glancing to her left side she saw that Viona was still asleep even though her position had shifted. His left hand supported his own head, he extended the back of his next hand again stroking the soft side of Viona's face.
“Even my sleep is so good, because there is you near me, Vi.”
Bima also often experience sleep disorders, always feeling restless so that his sleep is never right. Maybe his health declined also due to that, while his busyness in the company sometimes do not know the time. The two actually needed each other, only that the barrier wall was restricting them now.
“I always miss you Vi, very,” murmured hoarsely. Bima was unable to resist giving a kiss of affection on the top of Viona's head.
“You would definitely kill me if you knew I was doing this.” Bima chuckled and smiled bitterly. He did not know that the ex-wife actually did not sleep at all.
Viona, I miss you.