Forgive Me My Wife
I Always Love You

They reached the parking lot, Bima opened the door of her mercy car. “Log in!” his word doesn't want to be denied to Viona.

Bima immediately gased from there, driving his luxury car away from the Purnawarman restaurant. Viona who was sitting on the chair next to her still looked trembling, her hands squeezing each other with tears held in her palm since then.

The clear water began to pour down on his face, the bad thing that had just happened was enough to shake him. Viona held herself back from sobbing, even her throat was unusually choked, as if a huge boulder was propping up. He struggled to strengthen himself even though tears began to fall into his lap.

The tip of Bima's eyes glanced at the woman beside her, her hand stretched out holding Viona's hand as if channeling strength there, squeezing it gently to soothe that now everything was fine.

Viona's defense finally broke down. Actually he did not want Bima to see her as a weak and crybaby woman, but when Bima clasped her hand, she was no longer able to hold the dam of fear, Viona gave up and shed her tears.

Bima let Viona cry as much as she understood, Viona was still rolled in fear as well as shock, alone without help trying to escape from the clutches of dangerous crocodiles with a strength that was not comparable to her, it definitely made Viona shaken instead of playing.

The car sped towards the apartment inhabited by Bima. Arriving in the basement of Bima pulled Viona down and took her to the elevator. There was no rebuttal, Viona who was still stunned in her cries balanced the steps with her wet face bowed.

Both went into the apartment. Bima carried Viona to the sofa, telling her to sit down while she crouched down in front of him.

“Why do you want to go alone to meet people you don't know well? Why not bring an employee to accompany?” bima asked, wrapped in an angry tone mixed with worry.

“I... was in a hurry. I was too excited to forget to be careful,” said full of regret still in sedu sedu sedu. “Ak-i'm scared. I'm still scared,” his great-grandson with a quivering voice and a downcast face.

Bima turned to sit next to Viona, clutching the still-magical woman into her arms. Viona put her arms back together tightly, drowning herself in the chest of Bima's field until her tears drenched her ex-husband's shirt. He seeks shelter like a kitten looking for shelter when a rainstorm hits.

“I'm so scared, Mom. I'm afraid, hiks... hiks...” his tears spilled again.

“Ssshhh... fear no more, now you are safe.” Bima rubbed Viona's shaky back. He was unable to resist anchoring the kiss of love in a row at the top of Viona's head, channeling calm and security.

Viona's eyes closed, permeating every taste that gushed in the veins, hugging tightly and sniffing the voracious scent of the man she had always longed for.

The sound of the sound is no longer heard. Bima loosened his hold but not completely. Her fingers rubbed Viona's wet face, also tidying her long hair behind her ears.

The two looked back at each other in silence with a very close distance, Bima slightly lowered her head and Viona looked up.

Viona touched Bima's face back, then unexpectedly, Viona pulled Bima's face to look down more until their lips stuck to each other, anchored a kiss and then released it again. Bima froze, as if she had just been stung by a stiff virus.

“Still, Mas has arrived on time. If not, I do not know how my fate,” said Viona softly, eyeballs carelessly staring into the dark net of Bima.

Bima's burly arms suddenly slipped under her knees and the other one was at Viona's waist, making Viona gasp as it swung away instantly and landed on Bima's lap directly trapping her in the ring of her stocky arm.

“I will destroy anyone who has dared to try to touch you. Only I can do this.” Bima kissed Viona's forehead.

“This.” Bima kissed Viona's bangir nose.

“And this.” Bima also kissed Viona's red lips.

Viona blinked and gulped. A great sigh struck her, now Viona was more convinced, that her heart was indeed just rustling for the same person.

“I love you, I always love you,” sigh Milky hoarse, he put his palm on Viona's cheek and stroked it gently.

A happy smile just rose on Viona's face, he cupped his fingers in Bima's handbag.

“I too, I only love you Mas, always,” he said without hesitation.

I don't know who started, now the lips of the two are interlocked, rubbing each other in rhythm, drowning in the outpouring of longing that is left free from shackles.