Forgive Me My Wife
Go to sleep, honey

By nine o'clock at night, Bima's black sedan drove out of the basement of the apartment, Viona planned to go home since an hour ago, only unexpectedly their chat was quite time-consuming.

“Where is my beloved white Chevrolet Mas?”

“While I codified, asked for the back seat to be designed as comfortable as possible for Nara. When traveling and if bored on the way, he can fill the time to watch his favorite cartoons while lying down accompanied by his favorite dolls, even remain comfortable if he falls asleep even without worrying about falling, and even falling,” replied Bima with eyes fixed focus to the streets.

Viona's hand outstretched clasping Bima's hand. “Makasih Mas, Nara would have liked,” said Viona gratefully.

Bima looked over and smiled warmly. “It should have been, because I was his father,” said Bima who then kissed the back of Viona's hand that grasped it.

Bandung city streets are still quite crowded even though the night is getting late, occasional congestion in certain areas inhibits travel. Strangely, this time Viona did not feel bored at all although sometimes the car drove choked due to crowded roads, in fact he hoped the trip home this time did not end soon, he said, love that blooms back does make it like a teenager who is drunk.

Along the way they discussed many things, sometimes even unimportant things included in the topic of conversation interspersed with laughter.

At about ten o'clock in the night, they reached Viona's house. Bima glanced at the chair next to her and without realizing it Viona was asleep. He was about to shake Viona's arm slowly to wake her up, but seeing her fall asleep so fast, Bima didn't let her wake up.

Bik Yati was pulled out and opened the fence when he heard the bell ringing. He was a little surprised to see Bima carrying Viona in her arms.

“Mature why?” Bik Yati asked in a worried tone, she thought Viona was sick or something.

“Bima signals Bik Yati not to be noisy. “Viona is okay, Bik. Just overslept, so don't sniff,” clear Bima calm down.

Bik Yati looked to breathe a sigh of relief. “I think fainted,” he said while stroking the chest.

“Small girl was asleep, about an hour ago. Please login.” Bik Yati immediately opened the door of the house.

“Please open the door of the room Viona,” pinta Bima. Bik Yati opened the teak door of Viona's room to make it easier for Bima to bring the sleeping Viona inside.

Lain Viona who sleeps on the contest. Covering her as slow as possible so that Viona does not continue and then rubbed his head. “Sleep, darling.”

Bima frowned deeply. After careful attention, Viona's right cheek slightly flushed like a slap trail, and her wrists began to turn blue, contrasting with her fair yellow skin. Bima's eyes closed, anger rippled again, this must have been the work of the land crocodile.

“Yoga fucker!” low growl.

His hands clenched firmly accompanied by tightened jaws. Anger burned it again, wanting Bima to crush the owner of the Shoppinghome at this time. However, tucked away a sense of pride in a tiny woman who is now sleeping, it turns out that behind her fragile body stored the power of self-defense in it.

Bima went out of the room and asked Bik Yati to get a medicine box. He searched for bruises and breathed a sigh of relief when he found them.

He returned to the room, sat on the edge of the bed and began to apply bruise relief ointment on Viona's bluish arm. After making sure everything was smeared flat, Bima put her ointment on the nightstand then bent closer and anchored her kiss unfortunately on Viona's forehead.

“I go home first,” murmured Bima low.

Before returning home, Bima took her to Nara's room and kissed her little daughter. Not lingering he immediately said goodbye to Bik Yati and rushed away. Bima does not want unpleasant rumors from the neighbors to blow and have a bad effect on his ex-wife if he stays late at night in the house, given the status of Viona's widow who is vulnerable to inviting gossip.