Forgive Me My Wife
Dad Don't Go Home

After they finished praying. Bima ordered a table as well as a complete menu ranging from sushi, hot pots and fillings, as well as wagyu meat for baking, not to forget Japanese ocha tea and orange juice for Nara.

Nara does not stop chattering because it is nice to be able to spend time with the father as well as his mother, eating with a voraciously full of happy hue. Until the time to go home was arrived, his face was slightly bent from the start of the journey home to get home. Bima carried her child into the house and somehow Nara suddenly sulk began to fuss.

“Why the hell, Daddy never bobo with Nara? Why not stay with Nara? Nara's friends like to say, if the nights are afraid of lightning, they sleep cemented by her Mother's Father. We're together every day, but why don't we?” lamented the boy with a grim face, he was still clinging to sitting on Bima's lap.

Viona looked confused, even more so Bima. Guilt is increasingly piled up crowded in his heart, because he was enslaved to the cursed goods now they are scattered and can not embrace each other in a complete bond.

“Begini darling, Dad is still not well right, so can't come back here.” Bima tries to find reasons that if it can be digested by small children. If telling the truth about his status with Viona, he was also confused where to start.

“When Dad healed?” His clear eyeballs stared at Bima questioningly.

“Dad doesn't know yet, but for sure every weekend we will spend time together.” Bima rubbed his son's hair that was sulking.

“Nara, it's afternoon. We take a bath first yuk, Dad also have to go home soon.” Viona stretched out her hands to scoop Nara up, but suddenly Nara brushed her off and cried.

“Huwaaa.. Nara still wants to be with Dad,” he said as he sobbed.

Both confused. Viona took a breath and restored her hair.

“Good child, unfortunately Mother. Can't dong, later if Dad is sick again how? It will be a long time not being able to meet Nara.” He persuaded his only puppet princess who did not want to escape a single inch from Bima.

“Ngak!” the little boy was fussy like never before. “Dad don't go home! Huwaaa..”.

Bima also did not want to be separated from her son, but she also felt bad for Viona because of their complicated status. His fussy sulking son must have tested Viona's patience, seen from the facial water of his ex-wife who looks increasingly wrong.

“Gini deh, how about if dad temenin to Nara bobo. Then dad came home. Can Mommy?” Bima tried to negotiate with the crying boy while asking for Viona's approval.

Closing her eyes for a moment and rubbing her face, Viona then nodded and said, “Bby, well now Nara don't cry anymore ya.”

Bima nodded and kissed Nara's wet cheeks. “iya, I promise.”

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At eight and thirty at night Nara fell asleep in Bima's arms. The tall man got up slowly from the child's bed, covered, kissed affectionately and then got out of there. Since then Nara continues to follow him, even when he went to the bathroom the boy was waiting outside the door afraid the father came home early.

“Vi, I go home first.” Bima picked up her car keys lying on the table and stepped out.

Viona drove up to the car and Bima stopped her steps there.

“I pamit.”

“Hmm.. be careful on the road. Sorry, so I came home late. Usually Nara never fussy like this, somehow since last night he sulked a lot and last afternoon it got worse.”

“No need to apologize. If I have to be honest I don't want to go home and I want to keep hugging him. Besides we become as now also my fault, my fault is too subject to the puddle of sin in the past.” Bima said softly.

“All has passed. Hopefully Mas can continue to be a better figure for Nara to be proud of you, that's all I hope for now.”

They looked at each other diving in silence. Both are hit by longings that are blocked by the gap, and their dives must stop when the sound of Juna interrupts.

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