Forgive Me My Wife
Pray for your Son

The living room of the mansion became a silent witness, a witness when their only son was divorced sincere apologies from the bottom of the heart dangled from the bottom of the soul.

“Thank you, Ma, Pa. For your forgiveness for your sinful son.” Bima is still in his sedu sedu as well as Annisa and Malik.

“Sorry from you means so much to me, what does my life mean without the pleasure of Mama and Papa for me, if parents do not care for their children, then Allah will not be pleased with him.”

“Sorry and ridha we are always with you, son. Every time every time do’a best I pour only for you, Bima.” Annisa cupped both sides of Bima's face and removed the wet traces in her handsome appearance.

“Now, I also want to beg do’a to Mama and Papa. Because do’a parents for their children is one that is not rejected. Ma, Pa, do’a Bima so that it can re-engage the small family that I have torn down. Do’ so that the road is given ease and smoothness.”

"Of course, son. Mama and Papa never forget to ask the Almighty. Papa wants you to be able to gather again in a complete bond.” Malik patted Bima's shoulder.

“Viona has agreed to refer, and is grateful Mama Rima still accepts me with open arms. It's just that our good intentions are blocked by several obstacles, especially the blessing of Mr. Abdul, which is certainly not easy for me to achieve, given how disappointed he was for my actions. As Papa once told me, I now have to fight alone to get Viona and Nara back to understand how valuable the thing I once threw away is. Before I was with Viona without struggle, so that this self is arrogant and does not appreciate the grace that God has given. Ma, Pa, I need do’a and blessing from you so that this intention is given a way of ease in making it happen.” Bima was still seething on the floor, her eyes rolling staring at her parents in turn.

“Mama and Papa certainly mendo’akan, may Allah remove all obstacles that come his way, also may the heart of Mr. Abdul softened. Fight Bima, always remember that effort and do’a must always go hand in hand, in order to realize blessing in it.” Annisa looked at her son haru gratefully.

*****

This morning Arjuna walked back and forth in his apartment, after last night his man sent the latest pictures of Viona's interaction with Bima in the yard of his prospective fiancee's house.

When Viona becomes a widow, Juna's wish to have her heart grow freely. Originally only in the form of seeds embedded in the field of the heart, slowly growing into shoots, over time rising thick leaves even though the taste is only he fertilizes himself without reply, he said, so that the tree in his heart only grew tall never flowering or fruiting.

No one had ever forced her to be by Viona's side all this time, Juna herself had chosen to do so. However, as time went on, her sense of sadness slowly demanded a reply, forcing and closing her eyes even though Viona had never given her hope, until finally Viona gave up and decided to try to establish a relationship after many times he was a little urgent.

Juna also knew that Viona finally wanted to try to get into a relationship with him just because she felt indebted, not because of love. But Juna does not care, and believes that with togetherness later he can grow love for her in Viona's heart.

Juna looked back at the photos on his phone with a fury, this time there was something that made him even more anxious when the picture of Rima was caught by the camera shots, which was taken by the camera, where the middle-aged woman did not show a rejection reaction when she met Bima. He began to feel his position increasingly threatened, If Rima does not even hate Bima it is a great danger.

He stopped his ironing-like activities, he then contacted Abdul and asked for an accelerated engagement date on the grounds that on a pre-set date he would have to leave the island long enough for urgent business, and Juna could breathe a sigh of relief as Abdul agreed to advance the engagement date to next week.

The debacle that had hit him was now gone. Juna slammed his body on the sofa with a big smile, enjoying his thoughts that were soaring high before the sound of the doorbell rippled out his dreamy self.

Juna seemed to be thinking, who actually came? As he remembered it was only Pandu who knew he was silent in the apartment. With anticipation he approached the door and looked at the monitor, who was coming?

His forehead was furrowed with nailed eyes on the monitor screen near the door looking at the person who appeared at the door of his apartment.

“Mami?”