Forgive Me My Wife
Panicked

“Mrs Viona?”

The bass sounds came from behind Viona's back. The beautiful woman with long legs turned her head until her hair fluttered. It turned out that behind him was standing a handsome male figure with a neat milo-colored suit, his posture was tall, his age was about the same age as Bima. Viona immediately stood up and nodded politely.

“True, I'm Viona. Good afternoon, Mr. Yoga, glad to see you.” Viona reached out her hand to shake hands.

Yoga devoured the sight of the woman in front of him with a brash gaze full of interest. Even though it was late afternoon, Viona still looked beautiful and fresh seductive.

Her long black hair unraveled framing her beautiful face, clear eyes glittering, small lips nan ranum also smooth skin face impeccably supported the tiny curves but protruding fit in certain parts make the eyes of Yoga glitter hungry.

“I'd rather meet a businessman as beautiful as you,” he said wooing blatantly.

Viona smiled. “Thank you for the compliment. Please sit sir, I have brought the completeness of the proposals that have been submitted, as well as a catalog of some examples of our latest flagship collection. Hopefully, our collection there is an interest and in accordance with the criteria of your online shop," explained Viona.

“That's a simple thing, I usually can't afford to refuse a beautiful woman's request, let alone as pretty as you.”

The eyes of Yoga again glinted to scan Viona greedily, even though Viona's clothes were far from sexy. Today she wears a long-sleeved white shirt with lace accents on the front buttons, combined with an umbrella skirt under peach-colored knees.

“You praise too much.” Viona began to feel uneasy as Yoga continued to nail the gaze towards her with an unusual gaze.

“Don't be too hasty, we'd better order a drink and enjoy it while chatting.”

“Good idea Sir, then you want to order what drinks, I will entertain,” bargain Viona.

“I have ordered drinks for us and also reserved a private dining room, I am not used to having to sit in a crowd in one room. Come with me,” invite Yoga enthusiast.

For a moment Viona seemed hesitant, she should have brought one of the store employees to accompany her, even though the other workers were not as skilled as Sita, at least she did not have to be trapped in a situation that made her uncomfortable like this.

Honestly, a glimmer of fear if only alone with a male figure that is not so familiar, especially since Yoga has continued to look at him without shame. Viona tried to brush away her bad thoughts, and believes that people as successful as Pak Yoga must be professional, because if they refuse, if they refuse, when else can the opportunity to work with the most popular online shop lately.

“Alright, Sir.” Viona nodded and Yoga gave her a sneak peek as she walked first to the private dining room she had booked.

Pramusaji serves drinks on the table, this private room is completely closed and there are only two of them.

“Begini, Sir. Sorry, I don't drink cocktails,” refuse Viona smooth when looking at the drinks served.

“Ah... what a pity,” sounds a thick disappointed tone from the mouth of Yoga with the tip of the lips twitching with the annoyance. “Newly this time someone dared to refuse the drink I ordered,” he said.

“Once again sorry, Mr.” Viona felt a little uncomfortable when she saw the expression Yoga.

“Then what would you like to drink?”

“Corrus juice only, Sir.”

*****

Bima parked her car carelessly, hearing Viona go alone to meet Yoga the owner of Shoppinghome made her worry half dead. Among male businessmen, the name Yoga is very well known as a striped nose, there have been many casualties, he said, using the pretext of inviting to work together as a trap bait to bring the women into his bed in a sneaky way.

Plain Viona certainly does not know about such foul news, only a few people know, because the image of Yoga that appears on the outside is built with a perfect mask.

Bima rushed in, even the waiter who greeted him in front as if invisible was also inaudible when they greeted. He circulates his gaze across the restaurant with a frantic hunting breath, but does not find Viona there.

However, Bima believes Viona is still in the restaurant, because he had seen the BMW of his ex-wife was still in the parking lot.

Then someone approached. “Pak Bima, can I help you?”

What greeted him was the restaurant manager, he knew Bima because Purnawarman restaurant has often been a partner of Sinar Abadi Group this past year in terms of catering providers at important corporate events.

“One coincidence. Is there a reservation on behalf of Yoga here or Viona? They asked to meet me here.” Bima reason.

“Oh Pak Yoga and his friend are in private dining room, Mr.”

“Can you please show me the place? We're about to discuss important business.”

“Of course, let's follow me."