Forgive Me My Wife
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Juna came back to his office. All the employees who passed him were sprayed with anger.

An office boy did not escape the spray of his horns, before he ordered brought water to his room and shouted furiously after drinking it, saying that it tasted salty. Broken hearts are scary, fresh white water also changes like sea water.

The items on his desk were now strewn across the floor, splattered into every corner of the room. The suit and tie have been dated from his body, eggplant just thrown away no matter what is wrong and sin.

Pandu entered his room with a panicked face. He knew the boss was rampaging uncontrollably, but the news he had just got was no less urgent, the news that provoked a riot equivalent to a powerful explosion of a volcano.

“Pak Juna, no bad news.” The guide spoke timidly after the door of the room closed behind his back. His eyes widened to find Juna's room back like a ship broke like the other day, even this time worse than before.

“You don't see? I'm not in the mood to hear any news!” His voice was deafening.

Juna grabbed his hair, ruffled waist with a chest of fireworks tempered by emotions entrenched in the cavity of his heart. Tormented by his own obesity, still reluctant to accept reality.

“Pak, The investors who invested in the development project of your partner batik fabric factory, since morning incessantly strafed me with phone calls. Dozens of messages and faximiles also piled up. Your partner, take away all the investor's money including our company money that we invested a few days ago on a large scale. Your partner is now invisible to his nose, unable to contact, his office is also sealed and searched. The top brass run away from nowhere, leaving only subordinate workers who do not know the departure of their boss, even the salaries of their employees were not paid,” explained Pandu without pause.

He did not care if it would end with Juna bursts or tantrums, problems of this size and magnitude beyond his capacity.

“Ap-apa.” Juna felt his knees go limp, he fell down in his chair with a look of disbelief.

“All ianvestors who invest in your offer hold their money indemnified. If it is not met soon they will drag this company to the green table on fraud charges. How is this Sir?” panic over.

Pandu was already upset from morning no matter if his boss will beat him even because he delivered bad news when his mood was like a storm.

Since yesterday, the incident did not wear many clothes hit Juna. It was as if nature was reprimanding him, because his sincerity had been demanding to be repelled by the defeated invincibility of the obsession.

He also did not think at all that his close friend in business was now betraying stabbed him from behind. Defaming Juna as his partner, taking investors' money, and now leaving those who demand compensation.

As if he knew something bad happened to his son. Marina appears uninvited to visit Juna's office. He was shocked to find Juna caruk's work room maruk and heard a thunderous voice rising up the son who was nagging Pandu relentlessly.

“Arjuna! What's the matter?”

*****

Early in the morning, two nurses came to Nara's room, about to take a blood sample to check the cause of her fever with certainty, because her fever still rose until now after three days of hospitalization.

The drama happened again, Nara raged not wanting to be taken blood when she saw the completeness of the blood collection on the tray. Let alone four-year-old children, adults sometimes cringe at the sight of a syringe.

“No... don't want that needle. Don't want...” his screams again.

Luckily Bima had returned again from the musholla, after the dawn prayer he talked with other parents who were both waiting for his sick son, who was in the middle of the morning prayers, he returned to the room later than he should have.

Bima rubbed gently on the surface of Nara's skin after taking blood and then dyed it full of affection.

“Wah, daughter of a great father. No cry blood drawn, very pinter," he praised the child to give appreciation for his courage.

Nara smiled happily praised so, then raved about everything she liked even though her body was still limp. Forgetting the pain of a needle prick on his skin, the father's praise was like a magic spell to him.

Doctors said Nara had dengue fever, requiring her to remain anonymous for several days. Luckily, Viona was quick to take her to the hospital at the time, so things she didn't want could be avoided. As a mother, honestly, she was surprised not to play, if it was slow to be detected, life was at stake.

*****

“Sorry, Mas's job is disrupted because Nara continues to not want to be left by you.” Viona was sitting on the sofa across from the bed. He sat down with Bima when Nara went back to sleep after taking her medicine.

“Don't worry about that. Our son is more important, I can still handle my work from here. Besides I won't be able to concentrate on working in the office if Nara is not healthy right.” Bima closed her laptop after previously sending several emails to Adrian.

“How's your son?" ask Bima later.

“There are Sita and other workers. Regarding the PO special dress order I put it down first until Nara is completely healed. I don't want my focus to be divided, Nara's top priority.”

Bima embraced Viona and peeked at her forehead long enough. Meghantarkan a dozen of his feelings that burst into a powerful. “Thank you, already a Mother of my Son,” she said gratefully.

Viona was struck with a haru taste, smiling knots with teary eyes. “I should thank you for making me the mother of your son, Mas.”

The rush of love, the outburst of love, the outpouring of gratitude became one cluster in their net rolling staring at each other in, both dissolved in a equally beautiful sense of urgency.

Viona darkened herself in Bima's chest and coiled comfortably there before the sound of deheman from the door messing with them to jump in shock as if caught in the middle of a fun date. Viona and Bima distanced each other's bodies as soon as Rima appeared to enter the room, Viona's mother folded her lips holding back laughter finding Bima as well as Viona who was now clumsy and awkward.

“Ehm, sorry. Mom bothers ya?” god intentionally. These two lovebirds are adorable even though they are not teenagers anymore.

"What's so annoying?" elak Viona was awkward while tying up her long hair that was severed into a ponytail.

“Have you set the time? For the sake of you guys should also be hastened, let the hugs are good do not need to at least if it is halal,” said Rima sekhenya casually, no matter if his words made the two people sitting was wrong.

“Ehm, look at you, ma'am. After Nara recovers, I will take care of this as soon as possible. I also can't wait to hug Viona freely without worrying about being raided hansip.” Bima joked making Rima laugh crisply, while Viona threw her face in the other direction which was now as red as a boiled crab.

*****

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