Forgive Me My Wife
Mendamba

Hana purposely lingered on leaving them. He even sat back and forth in the restaurant, munching on a light snack accompanied by a glass of his favorite blueberry milkshake while opening the dating agency website from his cell phone.

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“Lemphasize your hands Vi, don't be stiff like this.”

Bima cupped her two palms around Viona's leek fingers holding a golf club. The beautiful woman in white gulped down her saliva painstakingly trying to dampen her drum-like heart beat as their skin touched each other tightly.

Viona wondered in her heart. This isn't the first time they've touched, is it? Four years ago when they were husband and wife, the two had touched deeper than this, right? But why does it feel different now? It was even more thrilling to create a violent whirlwind like a hurricane throughout his bloodstream.

Bima felt the same way, her chest was shaking. Being able to be in this close distance to the figure he missed every night made him matchless happy. He craves the voracious warmth and fragrance of the tiny body in his arms, not only the beautiful rhythmic heartbeat created, but also the sense of comfort and tranquility sweeping the whole soul.

“Wow. The tips are really useful.” Viona was so happy she almost cheered.

“You try again? We see how far the blow this time,” invite Bima excited.

“Of course, I haven't hit the ball in a long time, it feels good.” Though the cause that makes him happy is extraordinary not because the punch is far away, but because someone who guides him hit the ball.

“Come, hit again. Follow like my instructions,” said Bima.

Bima said right on the side of Viona's face, making a warm breath as well as the scent of mint hit Viona's smooth cheeks and made her blush just like that, this position was so intimate, so intimate.

From now on, Bima did not release Viona from her arms, the two were reluctant to be far apart, longing for each other and needing each other. I don't know how many times they hit the ball, as if not bored they continue to repeat it, but the weather began to blister because the sun was crawling up.

It's been almost an hour Bima and Viona playing golf together. A crisp laugh broke out from Viona's mouth despite the hot weather on the ground. He is more like a teenager who is having a crush just revealed prestige. Unknowingly since they were drifting in the atmosphere in the wild, even they joked free laughter without burden, that is how love works.

The phone in Bima's pants pocket rang. He reached into his pocket to check the short messages coming in.

It's time to go home, sir. The play schedule for today is over. You must be patient and not rush so that the conclusions obtained later the maximum results. Tell me I have a stomachache and want to go home. I'll wait in the parking lot.

“Ehm. Sorry, I have to go home, Hana said stomach ache.” Bima rubbed her nape to ease her nervousness when trying to act.

“Ah, very dear yes, even though the weather today is ideal for lingering golf. Say hello to Hana, hopefully soon to heal” his mouth was stale, somehow when he was about to say the name Hana his lips felt itchy want to curse.

“Hmm, thanks Vi. I'm pampering. “ Bima rushed to retreat from there according to Hana's instructions, even though he still wanted to linger with Viona.

Suddenly Viona felt lost. Throwing his breath heavy while staring at Bima's back that was getting away, making him more and more longing for the man's embrace, once again.

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