Forgive Me My Wife
Ferocious Mosquito

They only slept for an hour because the dawn prayer was already reverberating. The newly-referenced couple forgot the time, continuously combining tireless love so that it did not feel the time eroded into the morning.

Bima and Viona immediately took a mandatory bath and prayed together. Happiness, haru and full of gratitude slipped through the recesses of Viona's soul. Praying together with the husband as his priest is his pent-up desire since long ago, felt many times more solemn and feels the pleasure of worship.

After finishing he kissed the back of Bima's hand, full of devotion and respect to the husband. Bima put her hand rubbing the head of Viona who was still blocked by the mucus, then kissed the top of her head with closed eyes.

Happy feeling blue, the corner of their lips drawn to the top smiling combined. Gratitude strands glisten in the heart, beautiful throbbing melodious.

I heard their doorbell ringing. Bima stood up and went to the door to see who was knocking in the morning. Apparently his little angel came. Just woke up still sleepy in his grandmother's lap.

Last night Nara fell asleep, only woke up a few minutes ago so that the activities of her parents watering the fields undisturbed. When opening her eyes the first time she asked was Bima, Nara whined at her grandmother wanting to meet her father immediately.

Bima carried her beloved daughter in, approached Viona who was still sitting on the prayer mat and joined there.

“Why Daddy is the same mom Bobonya is not the same Nara,” he said sulking while rubbing his eyes.

Bima and Viona exchanged meaningful glances. His two compact stroking full of affection Nara's head.

“Night, Nara's been hunting bobo with grandma. Wanna be built pity later the beautiful dream go.” Viona gave an excuse, scooped up Nara and sat her on the lap.

“But later tonight the bobonya want to be with Daddy Mother,” his whine with pouting lips.

“Yes, later tonight bobonya dad temenin, okay.”

*****

They had breakfast together at a restaurant on the ground floor of the Hilton Hotel. The look of joy was so obvious on each other's faces. Abdul was more silent and just smiled knot watching the happiness of his daughter and granddaughter, occasionally chatting with Malik while sipping coffee in his cup.

It was the mothers who exchanged many words, Rima and Annisa were so enthusiastic about discussing this and that about her children.

“When are you planning your honeymoon and where are you going?” rima asked on the sidelines sipping her green tea.

“Ah... i-it we have not planned anything,” said Viona, glancing at Bima who was sitting beside her.

“Mana can be so. You have to honeymoon again, so that Nara quickly has a sister.” Annisa chimed, her face was amazingly happy because the household of her son who had been separated now knotted back.

"Nara wants a sister, right?" Rima asked the granddaughter.

"Yes, would. Nara wants to have a sister so that there are people playing cooking," he replied cheerfully.

“Mmm.. It is up to Mas Bima only. But what about Nara? All this time I've never been far from Nara last night.”

Viona looked heavy-hearted. It is true, all this time he never once far from Nara, making the mother and child interdependent with each other.

“Let us take care of Nara, you go,” replied Rima.

Bima smiled meaningfully as she rubbed Viona's stomach which was greeted with a pinch on her arm from her beautiful wife who this morning wore an electric blue canal dress below the knee with a collar model Sabrina. So contrast with the yellow skin.

“Mas!” Viona glared at Bima with a sullen face mixed in shame.

The parents just put on a smile. Even Annisa and Rima giggled amusedly watching the interaction of two lovebirds who had just become newlyweds again for the second time.

“Don't pout dearly, if it's this fierce so it's more exciting,” whispers it into Viona's ears in a shameless tone.

Viona stuffed the salad into her mouth to the brim and chewed it furiously. Little Nara who was sitting on the seat between Viona and Annisa inched down and moved into the lap of her mother asking to be fed.

“Mother, eat it want to be bribed,” the door while handing over the spoon.

Viona received the spoon from Nara's hand while busily chewing the salad in her mouth. But suddenly, Nara touches Viona's neck near her hair-covered ear.

“Mother, why is his neck red?” her plain tan made Viona almost choke. Viona gulped and finished a glass of water in a hurry to push her food.

Rima and Annisa also coughed almost spitting out the tea she was drinking, then both gave a smile and looked at each other. Abdul and Malik cleared their throat, continued to talk and pretended not to listen.

“Ah... i-ini.. this is only bitten by mosquitoes,” he said clumsy.

Yes, it's true that Viona was bitten by a mosquito. It's just that the mosquito is large and causes a nine-month bump. Bima folded her lips holding back laughter seeing Viona who was misbehaving with her face starting to redden. He found it funny because Viona called him a mosquito.

“It looks like the mosquitoes in the hotel are different, more ferocious,” timpal two middle-aged women deliberately tease Viona.

“The nose is like a fierce one, the bite marks are big, must be sick," said Nara, the little boy was still watching looking straight at the neck of the Mother.

Viona misbehaved, trying to cover her husband's lips with her hair. She was incredibly embarrassed, her face was already as red as a ripe tomato. It was very interesting to dig a hole and bury himself now, while Bima even smiled happily peeking at the results of her lip paintings.

“Not sick. Later on take medicine. Let's eat, later Nara's breakfast is cold, this abis will buy Anna's doll friend Elsa.” Viona quickly shifted the focus of the child so as not to be interested in the red traces on her neck again.

“Oh yes mama. Asik, want to buy two.”

“Iya can be dear, let's eat a lot.” Nara began to divert her focus and Viona breathed a little relieved to be free from the fad of the baby's question.

After breakfast, they rushed home. Nara runs around guarded by her grandparents towards the parking lot, while Bima and Viona walk behind.

“Haish.. This is all because of your lips. I told you not to be there.” Viona grumbled while busy styling her hair to cover the traces of love her husband made.

“You are very delicious, dear. So I'm khilaf,” he said as he continued to step up and embrace Viona's waist.

“Erghh...your mouth is Mas!”

Viona elbowed Bima's stomach upset, and Bima responded with a kiss of affection on the top of her head accompanied by a crisp laugh.