Forgive Me My Wife
With Softness

At nine in the night, Nara went on a rampage because she did not want to sleep with the nanny and wanted to sleep in Viona's room while her grandfather forbade her. After crying for nearly an hour, Abdul was released and allowed his beloved granddaughter to sleep in the room where Viona was locked up.

The babysitter brought her upstairs. Then after driving Nara in did not forget he took a tray of Viona's food. Abdul seemed happy to see the contents of the tray only left empty bowls like never before, maybe his son began to give up, he thought.

Late at night, Abdul sat leaning on his bed with a book in hand. Rima let out a long sigh several times before joining the bed. She sat down near Abdul's feet and massaged her husband's legs.

“Daddy is not sleepy?” ask her while smiling.

“Not yet, probably because after dinner last night drinking black coffee. Being drowsy has not invited me to fall asleep,” said in an ordinary tone again, not as loud as last day. Abdul's mood improved after seeing the empty tray from Viona's room.

“Well, do you remember when Viona was born? It was the happiest moment of our lives, wasn't it?" Rima said while continuing to massage.

Abdul put the book down and opened his glasses. “Of course, I'll never forget. Beautiful gem bearer of blessing is born perfecting our lives,” he said.

Abdul's mind goes back to the past, where he first held and tried Viona who was still red. The feeling of haru also happily stirred up, filling his entire being.

After the birth of Viona frozen food business that he pioneered from the bottom began to climb up, slowly but surely. Viona was like a blessing to him, until a few years later, his frozen food products penetrated outside the island of Java to spread throughout the archipelago.

Everything he best devoted to his beloved daughter, and felt so lucky because Viona grew up to be a submissive child, never demanding also be proud of his myriad achievements in the field of fashion. Until the peak when betrothed to Bima, Viona mnerima everything without objection.

“We're lucky isn't it, having a child as good as Viona?” Rima resumed to connect his sentence.

Rima reviewed the smile in the midst of her inner turmoil, staring softly at the husband. He knew Abdul so this because he was ever disappointed, more precisely disappointed in himself, felt he had failed his choice to make his son ever slumped. It's just that he forgot, that everything that happens in human life is the fate of the Almighty, there must always be wisdom behind every event for people who think.

Now Abdul became more stubborn also not without reason, so unfortunately for Viona and did not want his son injured for the second time to make Abdul forget, that now he is repeating the same story with a pretext for the good of Viona.

Without realizing it, he forced his will, also made Abdul close his eyes on the sincerity of Bima. Still can not accept it even though deep down he admitted and touched by the efforts of Bima to become a better person now.

However, all that is not enough, because now there are other beetles that are more interesting to be accompanied by beautiful flowers dear to him.

“Mom knows, I always try to choose the best for Viona. But, as parents, to whom does our child fall in love and tether the heart does it have to be on someone we choose as well? While our child's feelings are not items that can be arranged according to our will where we want to put it." Rima spoke again, while Abdul did not chim in.

"Viona and Bima now love each other in love with each other's hearts isn't that all because of us too? At first they did not know each other, let alone love each other, but it is also through us that finally the taste blossomed, moreover they already have a baby. We also contribute to make the taste in their hearts grow fertile, then, is not too cruel, if now we try to kill the taste that blossoms beautifully between the two. And will the fields whose crops are forcibly uprooted be able to grow the seeds of another love as well as those discarded? While the heart field has certainly become barren also arid because the source of his life has been forcibly snatched. What if Viona wasn't happy for the rest of her life because we forced our will, is that what we want?" clearly Rima with a soft meek tone.

He has already lodged a strong protest and the results are nil. The trunk of a hard tree collides with another wood that is as hard as it will only end up broken, for that Rima prefers to give a subtle understanding to the husband, who is not, expect Abdul to think clearly and make wiser decisions.

Abdul was speechless, but his desire and admiration for Juna was still reigning. It's just that he didn't get on board because his wife spoke softly to him.

"Mom knows, it's not easy for Dad to take Bima back. I just want to remind you, whose name is man never escapes from wrong and forgets so do we. Allah alone is forgiving to his repentant servant, and will we continue to be hardened?"