Forgive Me My Wife
Message from Dad
Elsewhere, Arjuna clutched her phone furiously, as photos of Viona entering someone's apartment were sent to her cell phone from her errand men. They reported that the unit that Viona entered belonged to Bima Prasetyo, a businessman who joined the auspices of Sinar Abadi Group. Since the relationship melted again, she hired professionals in her field to follow where Viona went.
Juna leaned back on a soft chair covered in dark brown oscar fabric. Pulling and exhaling coarse breaths, trying to temper the bubbling anger roiling throughout his bloodstream.
His fingers rolling on the mobile phone screen, he apparently contacted Abdul who lately very often met in launching his mission to melt Abdul's heart to get Viona.
“Om, this weekend how about we go golfing together? There was a new golf course owned by my friend that was just opened, he asked for reviews to promote the place, let alone reviews from important people who like this sport like you, he said,” praise deliberately so that Abdul more sympathizing.
“You understand Om the most. We leave together to go there this weekend,” said Abdul across the phone, his voice sounded sumringah.
“And there's also something I want to talk about about another important thing, it's about Viona.”
“It just so happens, Om also wants to discuss about your relationship.”
“Good Om, see you at the weekend.”
His excitement began to recede, his hardened jaw began to loosen again. He smiled with satisfaction, because his efforts so far to make Abdul was on his side came to fruition.
“Bima, wait for your defeat. Viona will be mine, soon!”
Sita, the boutique manager, often finds her boss smiling to himself for some time, and somehow Viona also often rubs the top of her head and blushes afterwards, just like a teenager who has a crush on someone.
“Bu Viona why lately a bit strange huh? Like people are in love.”
Sita, who was watching Viona from a distance, began to wonder about the boss's unusual reaction. Sita was accompanying the workers displaying the dress display, she should focus on her work, but Viona's movements really made her curious.
“What exactly is it?” tweet again.
Viona unlocked her phone from earlier, she did it over and over again, what her pretty head was thinking right now only she knew. His hand again touched the top of his head where Bima kissed him two weeks ago, whether it was mehow many times he repeated the same thing throughout the day, fortunately his hair was not scuffed by his palm repeatedly. Remembering that made Viona blush by herself, even though she pretended not to know Bima did that to her while in the apartment.
The beautiful woman who today wears a short-sleeved black knee-length dress is weighing while looking at her phone repeatedly. Actually, since earlier he wanted to send a short message to Bima and asked her if she was just for pleasantries, but he stopped her because of prestige, after all, tomorrow is Bima's schedule to meet Nara, Nara, so he could also see the man who was now continuing to tickle a lump of flesh within his body cavity.
His phone rang loudly as well. Viona flinched from her daydream until the box object in her hand almost fell. On the screen came a message from his father.
Vi, come home tonight, take Nara too. Dad's having a simple dinner party. Don't forget, dress up the beautiful one.
After reading that message Viona started to rack her brain to think, is this a special day so her father is having a party? It's just that I don't remember anything important on this date.