Forgive Me My Wife
Haunted Shadow
Viona finished her golf game, her smile was destroyed out of nowhere changed grimly mempyuti beautiful face. The phone in his pocket rang out in a row, but at this moment his ears were as though deaf.
“We have golfed, I want to go to the restaurant,” pinta Viona.
The caddies nodded politely at her, tidied up her golf equipment and immediately escorted Viona back to the restaurant.
“I order more juice, which is super cold with more ice cube than I ordered earlier,” the door on the restaurant waiter.
“Out again Madam?” The waiter frowned. “You order food is also possible?” ask the waiter.
“No thanks, I am currently wanting to drink juice again to cool the hot mood. Uh.. mak-meaning the weather atmosphere around here is hot, ahahaha.” Viona laughed awkwardly.
“Good Mistress.”
After the waitress withdrew, Viona opened her wide hat and grabbed her hair in annoyance. “Why did I get so upset like this seeing Mas Bima close to Hana. Conscious Viona! He also has a right to be close to other women, like you are close to Arjuna. Remember that!” he yells at himself.
Meanwhile, at a golf course far enough from the restaurant, Juna looked uneasy because Viona left for more than an hour. He sent a message six times as many and there was no reply from the prospective fiancee. Juna actually wanted to catch up with Viona, but the business relationship that asked him to play golf this time was the ones that were crucial enough for the continuity of the company, so he could not just leave them.
In the midst of her turmoil, the wife of one of the important relations complained to want to rest because she was tired too because it began to overheat because the weather was quite hot. Juna like to get a fresh breeze when the important relationship decided to rest first.
The first thing Juna did when he entered the restaurant was look around for Viona, circulate his gaze around and look at Viona at the table on the right end, he was immersing his face on the table with empty glasses in front of him.
Viona flinched in shock and immediately raised her face. “Eh Jun, it's me. I don't come back because the weather is very hot, later my skin is sunburned,” he said give an excuse.
“Keep why that dryness? Wasn't it you were here? Though here the AC is quite cold.” Juna felt astonished to see Viona's temple that was on the tracks wet from sweat as well as her beautiful face that was flushed like fatigue.
“So I took a short walk around the restaurant, although in the shade it still feels hot, ahahaha,” he replied origin.
Suddenly Viona held onto her stomach and grimaced. “Jun I go to the toilet first.”
Half-running Viona slammed into the toilet, the effect of too much fruit juice she drank, now her stomach rampaged a protest on the owner.
*****
A bunch of crumpled sketch papers were scattered on the floor of Viona's special room in her boutique. For three days his brain was unable to concentrate properly. This was the thirtyth paper he had thrown away, since he had felt that none of the sketches were to his liking. The shadow of Bima and Hana while on the golf course continues to haunt him and disturb his calm.
“Arghhh... This frustrates me!” he lamented while wringing the innocent paper from his sketches.
His phone rang, a message from Ibel who invited him to lunch together while removing kangen mumpung was in Bandung. Viona stopped her activities and grabbed the bag out of there towards the place where Ibel was, perhaps by chatting with Ibel the contents of her head could clear again.