Forgive Me My Wife
Like Dreams

The charm of the deep night sky seduces, decorated with half moon and a cluster of stars blending in one. Shimmering in the dim pus syahdu, embracing the inhabitants of the earth in a glare.

Ibel sent congratulations and happy, also apologized for not being able to come on the happy day of the friend because he now lives more in the Netherlands. Hana also had a carefree conversation with Viona, telling her about Bima who was lousy and frightened when following her plan to make Viona jealous.

While Juna chose to rotate his body and leave there without meeting the bride and groom, then sent a short message to Viona congratulating and apologizing for not being able to attend with the busy reasons.

At eleven o'clock the event was over. The family stayed at the Hilton Hotel where the party was held, renting three rooms with the bridal room located in the middle. Nara, who had fallen asleep from the party, was taken by Rima and Abdul to the room they had rented. Annisa and Malik went into her room to rest, as did the two brides. After greeting guests until the end of the event, the two now entered their bridal room.

“Ah...tired.” Viona tore herself down on the sofa in the suit room. Tilting the head to the right and to the left, trying to get rid of the aches that hit.

After the door closed behind her back, Bima approached Viona and both her hands landed on Viona's shoulders, massaging her gently making the beautiful woman sigh in delight.

“You tired? If tired really should immediately wash yourself and rest,” said Bima with hands that move in unison creating a sense of comfort and fun on the shoulders of Viona achy.

Viona looked up, throwing a sweet smile at the man who had now become her husband again. “Mas massage is delicious,” praise that is true, then Jemari lentiknya rubbed the stocky arm of Bima.

Bima who stood behind Viona, bowed her body deeper, brought her face closer and kissed Viona's lips with a sensual gesture of teasing, sweeping those red lips as soft as cotton.

“You want a better massage?” he smiled with meaning.

“What's better is it like?” Viona even teased back. “Try to give an example.”

“Mas thinks we're on a semester exam!” Viona gave a light chuckle, the radiance of happiness she was unable to hide.

“Then I will prepare for this test to pass with satisfactory results.” Viona woke up and rolled her naughty eyes before moving into the bathroom.

Bima looked at the back of her tiny woman who then disappeared behind the bathroom door with a fluffy smile painted on her handsome face. It still feels like a dream, they are now reunited.

Twenty minutes passed, Viona came out wearing only the bathrobe available in the bathroom. Her nightgown was still in the bag of change of clothes.

Seen near the translucent glass her husband was looking out watching the flickering lights of the city from a height.

The view of the burly back equipped with uninhibited bronze-colored skin that looks sexy tempting to be touched and scratched. Bima only wears her trousers, she accidentally opened her suit and shirt because she felt sultry.

Viona gulped, her heart pounding incoherently. Being in one more room with Bima even though it was not the first time, it still made him hit by a very very nervousness, only now a beautiful hiss and a sense of longing adorn the space of his heart.

“Ehm. Mas, if you want to take a shower, I-I already prepared warm water at bathub.” Viona rubbed her nape awkwardly.

Bima turned around as soon as she heard the female melodious voice. Her net instantly locked onto the ripe Viona in an oversized loose batrhrobe with her hair rolled up revealing her tiered neck. So tempting to taste, it made something inside his body start to rustle and wriggle. Suddenly Bima was hit by a nervous attack, he then cleared his throat to expel his awkwardness.

“Ma-fun Vi. I take a shower first.” With his broad strides Bima carried himself into the bathroom as quickly as possible.