Forgive Me My Wife
Relief Society

The white Chevrolet car was splitting the streets that were still quite crowded. On this Sunday night many young people go out to spend time together. Whether it's with a partner or a friend. Like just walking down the street, eating together or drinking in a coffee shop. Making Bandung city traffic dense creeping.

With the back of his hand Bima wiped the clear water that had fallen on his face, took a deep breath and sighed softly. His feet hit the brakes smoothly when he saw the red traffic lights, slow down the speed of his vehicle until finally stopped perfectly waiting with other cars until the lights change color.

A light drizzle began to descend, greeting gently landing on the windshield of his car. People passing by frenziedly looking for shelter. Around it was very crowded, but Bima felt so lonely.

Puncture longs more and more to hit the heart, the light of the street lights blurred on his sad face. His soul was squeezed with grief, all that was left was now only silent gushed.

Tonight Bima decided to return to the main house, wanting to spend time chatting with her parents hoping to be able to drive away all the rest.

In the garage of the big house was parked some cars that should not belong to his father. Bima took a quick glance and moved into the courtyard, then her eyes caught someone she knew sitting on the side garden gazebo, she rushed there and approached.

“Hana, are you here?”

“Eh, Brother. I'm dropping off my mom. He's discussing a visit to the nursing home tomorrow with Aunt Annisa as well as her peers. As the driver is better to wait here, I do not understand the chat in there.”

Hana said cheerfully as usual, although her life story was also a lot of pain, but not necessarily making her a weak and sad woman, just Hana getting stronger and stronger.

Bima laughed a little. “Your mother is very lucky, her driver is very loyal.” Bima sat down beside Hana.

Hana giggled amusedly. “Tumben Sister is here. Wouldn't this cool widower now prefer to live in an apartment? Is it right to feel calmer, or to be free to bring in beautiful women?” ledek Hana purposely with eyes squeaking.

“I'm not a good human being, but I don't play women. There has only ever been one woman in my life.” Bima smiled briefly. Leaning on the side of the gazebo, then looked up at the dark sky that blended drizzle.

“And now your face is tangled because of that one and only woman in your heart?”

“He will be engaged,” said Bima in a low and bitter tone.

“Viona?”

“Hmm.” Bima nodded slowly.

“Now, I don't know. Maybe because this self is too hopeful that still I am in his heart.”

“So I gave up on him? Don't want to fight anymore to get them?”

“I so want to get frustrated, thinking he's going to spend life with another man my heart aches. But if it forces me too much, I'm afraid my love will hurt Viona.”

“So Brother make sure?” ask again.

“About?” Bima turned to Hana with a frown.

“Of course about his feelings for you. Have you found out?”

“I can't be sure, nor do I know how to know about his true feelings for me. All I know for sure is that he's angry and hates me, but he also cares when I'm sick

“Hhhh... Why not try to find out more? Do not let there be other regrets in the future,” urged Hana. “Before the yellow janur curved chance it still exists.”

“How to?”

Hana clucked and scratched her head not itching. “The brother is no longer young, but finding out this just does not understand! Hadehhh.”

“The only woman who ever entered my life was Viona. I may be good at doing business, but for the business of understanding women's feelings I am very stupid.” Bima smiled wryly.

“Need reinforcements? To make sure she feels for you?” bargaining straightforward.

“You know how?” Bima started to focus because Hana's words just caught her attention.

“JIka wants, I can help,” he said full of confidence.