Forgive Me My Wife
Talking to Fellow Men

Adrian is ordered back to the office first with the driver, while Bima leaves with Marina to Juna's apartment. Marina initially contacted the number of her eldest son, but because the call never lifted, she finally decided to come again to her son's apartment with Bima who participated.

Juna was struggling with his laptop, checking reports of stock investments in several of his partner companies and getting distracted when the doorbell rang. He paused for a moment, choosing to ignore it and refocus on his laptop, completely uninterested in the people visiting disturbing his day.

His peace only lasted for a moment, the bell clanking nonstop again, it seemed like the bell-puller had no intention of ending it before the door opened.

With Juna's lazy steps towards the door, clucking annoyed when the monitor displays his returning mother coming. Bima, who was standing some distance away from Marina, escaped the camera capture, so Juna thought her mother had come alone like last time.

The door opened, Juna welcomed the spirit. Stand in the doorway with both hands into the pocket of the pants.

“What else is it, Mi? Whatever Mami says this engagement will go on," she blurted without making small talk.

“It turns out your version of the city is very different, Arjuna.” Bima appeared to stand towering behind Marina with a mocking smile.

Aghast shocked not a bitch, not expecting Bima to be in front of him, Juna even retreated a few steps almost strayed. “Ka-you! How did you get here?”

“Mami brought him! We better talk inside, you want to invite a commotion and be a spectacle?” Marina looked at her son sharply.

With a look on his face as well as a look of sincere eyes, Juna opened the door and let his mother also Bima go inside. The two men had intersected in the doorway, it seems Bima was deliberately nudging Juna's shoulders. Bima smiled obliquely, while Juna snorted with eyes glistening full of hostility.

They sat far apart on the curved sofa covered in light blue oskar cloth. No one has yet started the conversation. Throwing each other a view that is difficult to interpret, until the atmosphere in the living room is so crowded because of the squeezed silence.

“Arjuna.” Bima made a sound after a few minutes and did not open her mouth.

“Can we speak as fellow adult males? Both only.” Bima glanced towards Marina. The middle-aged woman wearing the dark green dress understood Bima's intentions.

"You guys talk." He got out of there and went to the dining room.

“I have no interest in hearing your babble. If you came here to beg me to stop my intention of getting engaged to Viona then you better forget it.” Juna screeched while grinning obliquely.

“So all this time outside your city is here?” Bima raised her eyebrows while folding her hands on her chest.

“Not your business!"

“You deliberately avoided Viona? Or do you already know that Viona wants to cancel the engagement but you avoided her on the grounds of getting out of town? Also about the advance date of the initial plan it's all you, right?"

"Viona wants to cancel it for free. He is under his father's power, and his father has submitted to me" he said arrogantly.

"You sure you love Viona? Do you really love him?” seloroh Bima scattered without pause.

“I know that. Viona's been telling me a lot about you. I say thank you very much, you are by his side as long as I am not around, I appreciate that, may Allah repay all your kindness,” Bima said sincerely.

Juna rolled his eyes lazily. “Don't pretentious mend’akan, you're just a sinful man,” his lips insult.

“Thank you for reminding. But, is your race blunt? Or are you pretending to be blind?” bima continued.

“You mean? No need to beat around the bush!”

“You think I didn't know you were assigning people to watch and follow Viona? If I want to stop it I've been doing it for a long time, it's hard. Innocent Viona might not know that she's being watched, but I'm not a fool. I purposely let them keep an eye on whatever Viona's activities include her interactions with me. Your people must have sent me pictures of my relationship with Viona too, right? Studying from there? Who's in Viona's heart, I'm sure you're not that stupid Arjuna."

Juna was silent, his hands clenched until his books turned white, his jaws were also hardened, a sign of uncontrollable emotions.

“And are you sure you can make Viona happy while your own mother doesn't want her to be your daughter-in-law? Do you think you'll be happy when Viona's heart is tethered to me and your mother doesn't approve?”

“I'm sure I can make Viona happy with or without my mother's blessing. It's just that you reappeared ruining all my wishful thinking.” Juna shouted in anger.

“I'm sorry. But try to think clearly Arjuna, forcing the will will will only end in a pit of nestapa. You're a good guy, it's just that your crazy obsession turns you heartless. I know, you put your heart on her a long time ago, when she was pregnant with Nara we had lunch together, you must still remember. But if you really love her, set her free, let her choose who to pick up happy with. Do not let your kindness has not been a good charity record because you do not sincerely do it. When hoping for a return, all your kindness will simply evaporate for nothing, just as a pile of precious, painstakingly collected papers ends up in a fire, with no benefit for you when everything has been charred to ashes."

Juna got up and grabbed the collar of Bima's shirt. “Don't talk here jerk! Such words do not deserve to come out of the mouth of an ex-con!”

“That's me, ex-convict. For that you must be grateful and appreciate your life does not hold a title like me. But I'm sure you know for sure, he never loved you. Viona and I love each other and always will. If you don't want Viona to suffer, let her go, for the good of both of you. I'm sure, God has prepared the best mate for you, but certainly not Viona.” Bima patted Juna on the shoulder.

“Go from here! Enough of your nonsense!” Juna pulled the collar of Bima's shirt to get up from her seat and dragged her towards the door. Bima just balances the pace without fighting back, he believes that not every problem should be solved by violence.

As the saying goes, gentleness of heart and speech can penetrate something impenetrable to the sword.

“Think again, what Viona and Nara need is me. I hope you understand and are heartened.” Bima still said in a low tone as soon as she got to the front door.

“Close your mouth and don't interfere with my business!” Juna slammed the door right in front of Bima's face, creating a tremor in the wall of the remnants of the door that was pounding.

Bima tried to neutralize his breath, since earlier he controlled himself so that his anger did not flare up. At least he had tried to speak well with Juna, regarding the result he left to the Almighty. Bima again remembered Viona who was still not heard, he rushed down from the apartment building, ordered a taxi and immediately drove to Viona's house.

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