Forgive Me My Wife
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Bima chose to close the door and drag her step back to Nara's bed, giving space and time to the mother and child who were hugging in the family room, he abandoned his intention to leave the room and waited for a few minutes.
He laid his tall body on Nara's bed, clutching his sleeping baby and inhaling Nara's deep scent, the scent of his son who was always able to calm him down. His eyes swept around until his attention fell on a piece of paper poking out under a brown teddy bear that was stored on his right side nightstand.
Enforcing her back, Bima picked up the paper tucked away out of curiosity. Apparently it was a photograph of her with Viona during her honeymoon in the Maldives.
Crystal clear back dotted, filled with silence because it turns out that Viona still keeps their honeymoon photos first, but then she instead chuckles when reading a very small writing using upright letters connected behind the photo.
Goddamn shit!
That was how it was written, and it was certainly intended for him. If other people said that, Bima must feel angry, but when Viona wrote it she laughed funny. Love makes everything beautiful, even swear writing is like an expression of affection for him.
The sound of the door being pushed open his daydream, Bima put the photo back to its original place and pretended not to know anything that happened in the family room.
Viona came in and sat on the edge of the bed. “Sorry, Mas so hard to go home again because Nara sulked,” he said.
“If I can be honest, I actually do not want to go home and want to continue to hug my son. But, what will people say if I spend the night here, just add material to be used as neighbor gossip. I don't want them to gossip about you, so I'll be patient until the time comes. May Allah ease my way back together in complete bondage with you.” Bima said while looking at Nara and fondly stroking the head of the child.
“Aamiin, we both berTO’a and try to face all the obstacles that come. Hopefully, our good intentions will be launched. It's ten o'clock, Mas go home and rest, take care of your health not to get sick like last time.” Viona reviewed her smile and looked at the same longing that was answered by Bima's dark tone which also implied the same thing.
Bima nodded, kissed Nara back and then came out of the room and said goodbye to Rima. Viona ushered into the courtyard, the two just stared at each other lovingly before parting ways, refraining from hugging each other. Viona waved her hand as her ex-husband's car drove away from her home.
The black mercy car did not take the path to the apartment, Bima decided to come to her parents' house, she drove her vehicle faster, hopefully both parents are still awake.
“Assalamualaikum.” Bima entered into the big house with a nude cream paint.
“Wa’alaikumsalam. Annisa who was just about to go up to the second floor stopped her steps as soon as she heard her son's voice. He turned around and rushed to greet Bima, hugging his only son.
“Where are you going, how are you Bim?” Annisa rubs dear Bima's head gently.
“I am busy fighting to reunite my little family,” he replied with a smile.
“Papa where, Ma?”
“Papa is still in the workspace, what's up? Looks like something really important until you come in late at night like this?” ask Annisa.
“I want to talk about something with Mama and Papa. It's about me, Viona is also Nara.”
“Is this good news?” Annisa smiled widely.
“Not fully Ma, so I came here to beg for something. Can you please call Papa?” pinta Bima's.
“Wait here, Mama call your Papa.”