Forgive Me My Wife
Not Hallucinations
The alarm from the phone rang loudly. As usual Viona set an alarm thirty minutes before the dawn of the morning. Inching down from the bed, Viona turned on the lights and intended to go to the bathroom. Then he remembered something, if not wrong earlier today Bima came and slept in the car after he sent a message containing a longing veiled in it, or maybe it was just a dream?
His legs ran towards the window and flung the goden in a single pull. It turns out that it was true, last night it was not a dream or hallucination alone, in the yard of his house Bima's car was still parked there.
Her thoughts were with Hana. What is the relationship between these two people? Lately Viona often found them together accidentally. If indeed they were in a relationship, why did Bima even come as fast as lightning last night? If so, can he conclude that for Bima he is still very important? Can it re-shake the mood.
Bima is not a perfect man without blemish, even once scratched wounds. However, do you know why scratches in the heart can feel very painful? That's because the person we love is the one we love most. As the old saying goes, hate and love are only as thin as an onion's skin.
“Duuh why my face is hot anyway.” Viona put her hand on her cheek repeatedly, touched because Bima was willing to sleep outside in the car just to fulfill her prank request.
Viona washed her face quickly, rushed out of her room then unlocked the front door and exited to the courtyard.
“Mas. I'm going to dawn, wake up.” Viona tapped on the windshield.
“Mmhh.. Oh Yes Vi." Bima straightened the chair, rubbed her face and was silent for a moment adjusting her consciousness that had just been shot out of dreamland. He opened the door and went down and stood in front of Viona.
“Still awake. Come in again, I want to go home, mumpung azdan has not reverberated.” Bima reviewed the smile and then reopened the car door, her movement stopped when Viona held her arm.
“Ehm... How about praying first here? All breakfast. Just go home,” bargained Viona while rubbing her nape feel awkward.
Hey, can Mas Bima stop mentioning about last night? That's really embarrassing! he swore in his heart.
“I'm just kidding, I'm too serious. But if you don't want it, it's okay. It doesn't make it.” Viona put on a pouting face trying to cover up the nervousness as well as her embarrassment.
“Who said he did not want, besides I also miss your breakfast, Mother,” he replied deliberately followed by the oddity, then breezed in after closing the car door followed by Viona who lowered her face covered with shame.
“Mas can pray in guest rooms, here is the alphabet.” Viona handed the prayer mat into Bima's hands.
“Can I borrow a towel? If I could just take a shower. Today there is a morning meeting schedule, so after breakfast I can go directly to the company.”
“But about how to change clothes?” ask Viona.
“It let Adrian take care, I just ask him to the apartment and bring my clothes to the office,” explained Bima.
“Net towel is in guest room. In the drawer closet by the bathroom door. Then I'll go to my room first, Mom."
“Iya Vi.”