Forgive Me My Wife
Invitation Letter

News about the problems of Juna's company was also heard to Viona's ears as well as Bima. Abdul who was also listed as one of the investors was also surprised, lucky the funds invested in the business partner company Juna was just transferred by a third. It's just that even though a third still jumahnya not a little. Abdul did not demand his money back, however all this was a disaster, or maybe also a reprimand for him for his stubbornness.

Viona, Bima and Juna are sitting in a cafe. A cozy concept cafe that is ideal as a place for casual conversation. Chairs and sofas are soft orange into the interior design, combined with wooden tables that seem natural but still present. The strains of jazz music also spoil the hearing, making visitors feel at home for a long time there.

This afternoon Viona was deliberately asking to meet because there were things she wanted to say, also sympathizing with the disaster that befell Juna.

At the table they had three drinks. Viona's caramel machiato is also two cups Vietnamese Drip. Bima ordered a Vietnamese Drip with milk while Juna ordered an original.

“How are you doing, Juna?” Viona opened her voice after only silence lay between the three of them. He sat side by side with Bima while Juna sat facing him against the table.

“I'm good,” said while commenting on a thin smile, reaching for his cup and sipping bitter taste mixed with a little acid that washed his tongue and throat.

His eyes watched the sight before his eyes. Viona and Bima were indeed destined to be together, seeming to be compatible with each other, even the aura of match was exuding powerfully around.

Juna had pretended to be blind and lied to himself, but no matter how hard he denied, in fact, Viona was created only for one Bima.

“Thank God, Viona worried you when she heard the news. Hopefully it can be resolved soon, if you need my help just say it, do not hesitate. Friends Viona means my friend too,” said Bima full of sincerity.

“Thank you, Bim. Vi, I thought you'd never worry about me, should I get unlucky every day to keep worrying about me?" Juna chuckled softly.

“Juna you are!” Viona gave a small laugh in response to the joke of the man wearing the sky blue t-shirt. “Hopefully your problems will be resolved soon and hopefully you will also soon be reunited with the best mate choice of the Creator.”

“If you decide you want to be with me, I'm still willing. Before it's too late." Juna joked with a bitter smile.

“Hei... do you intend to invite the lion inside me to pounce on you, comrade?” Bima replied accompanied by a crisp laugh as well as Viona.

Viona opened her bag and took out a cream-colored rectangular envelope decorated with navy ribbons and placed it on the table right in front of Juna.

Juna took the envelope and slightly gripped it, a pinch of pain slipped in his heart even though he had mengikhlaskan Viona who was not for him.

He felt and walked through the writing on the front of the envelope using his fingers, the burning pain in his heart accompanying every word he read.

The Wedding of Bima Prasetyo & Viona Rashid.

“Congratulations, may you always be happy.” Juna reached out his hand to shake hands.

“Still Jun,” replied Bima and Viona in unison while shaking hands alternately.

“I also apologize, for being so out of control that I forced my ambition on you, Vi.” Juna glanced at. Although letting go was difficult, but he had to do it, for Viona was also himself.

"I've forgiven you, Juna. I also apologize profusely to you for all my mistakes, both intentional and unintentional, and also thank you, for your kindness so far.“

*****

After the cafe, Bima took Viona somewhere to meet someone while giving an invitation letter. The car turns into a house that also has a clinic on the front.

“This is where, Mas?” Viona opened the seat belt, circulating the view through the glass of the car in this newly visited place.

“Come down. I want to introduce you to someone?”