Forgive Me My Wife
Thank you, My wife

Darkness the ruler of the night reigned valiantly in space. Accompanied by the stars that began to sow their petals twinkled beautifully. Some shine confidently with a puffed up chest, some shine timidly blush, pull a groove seduce the night to hug his dandy in a dark blanket that holds a million charms also asked.

In the big contest, it looks like Bima is still opening her eyes even though the day is very late. His eyes glimmered full of puja on the woman who coiled asleep in his arms.

For Bima, Viona is the chandelier, the trigger of her heartbeat, the sigh of life in each breath, the source of her spirit as well as her strength in fighting the black side that once perched her. Viona gives her life-changing love, a love that drags her from the wrong sidewalk to the right path, washing away her dark stains with a pure stream of affection and sincerity.

The curvature of the crescent moon on the beautiful face of the beautiful flower of the heart like a magic spell that is able to make the world of Bima always bloom beautifully, the fragrant aroma of her soothing body also arouses the passion of life in her, and also arouses the passion of life in her, driven to be a better human being every day, a figure that should be for his small family.

Bima's back gently caressed her beloved woman's cheeks, Viona's smooth breathing regularly a deep omen encircling her, her soulmate was exhausted after spending several hours repeatedly fusing with her, wallowing in the tempestuous melting.

The body ranum really makes Bima forget herself, Viona who without special care was able to make her crazy especially now, he felt a more biting sensation than usual making him want to constantly drown there without stopping.

The melodious groan of Viona's voice when groaning, sighing, moaning, also her body that vibrates violently closed with her mouth slightly open with the pleasure that it provides presented amazingly beautiful for Bima.

His wife's slender body was docked with her no distance left, sharing warmth, rubbing flakes unobstructed in the same blanket. Staring fixed Viona who was sleeping, amazingly beautiful like a goddess, making him not strong restraint to not put a kiss full of adoration on the forehead of the owner of his heart.

Bima pulled out a blanket to cover Viona's urian body up to her shoulder. He quickly did so before he got out of control and ended up disturbing Viona's sleep, his passion rose again just like that when his tail accidentally saw a lump of ranum popping peek behind the blanket.

“You are right, he is cheap,” muttered Bima slowly accompanied by weirdness.

He grabbed Viona tighter, trying to close his eyes trying to seduce himself into dreamland. At first it was difficult because his maleness instinct to scream and wriggle asked to be satisfied again, but finally nature was kind enough to give him sleepiness until finally he was lulled in a souvenir while hugging the soulmate.

*****

Today Bima almost too late to leave for the seminar. How not, after the dawn prayer he again seduced and dragged Viona to cultivate the fields in a sweat that made their morning hot smoldering.

“Vi, where's my macbook?” Bima is wearing socks hastily chased time.

“I've put it in a bag.” Viona was still wearing a bartrobe after bathing together earlier. He brought Bima's briefcase, then crouched down to help Bima put on her shoes then tidied her tie again, buttoned her suit and rubbed straight to make sure her husband was perfectly neat.

“It's neat. May the seminar be a success,” said Viona cheering.

“Aamiin. Thanks, dear.” Bima rubbed Viona's hair that was still half wet, grabbed her and pecked at the top of her head, she took off her embrace even though it was heavy as if she was unwilling and wanted to continue clinging to her wife.

“Quick depart, later late.” Viona persuaded her husband who seemed reluctant to leave, the more days Bima just stick to him.

“Give me something sweet first,” pinta Bima.

“Yang sweet? I don't have any sugar here, should I call room service? But it's not going to be hunted, the seminar time starts is only fifteen minutes, right?” Viona checked the time on the expensive watch that coiled elegantly on her husband's wrist.

“It's sweeter than any sugar. I'm leaving,” he said with a smile.

Viona laughed a little, her husband is now like a love slave. “Go and be careful."

*****

Seminar is on a massive. The speakers, the trade minister, the owners of large-scale and micro companies gathered enthusiastically to attend the grand seminar. The president of three leading large companies that carry original products domestically became speakers who filled the seminar, including one of them is Bima as president of Sinar Abadi Group.

As a wife, Viona also wanted to encourage her. He came unbeknownst to Bima, sat in a row of chairs of the seminar participants and observed the course of the event accompanied by two female staff who were assigned by Bima to accompany him.

From the cheese he could see his beloved man was busy discussing with other moderators in front there. A look of pride shimmered from Viona's eyes, thanksgiving did not escape from her heart and lips. Her husband who had been trapped in the empty valley now looked more radiant than before after being forged hard in such a way.

To get the essence that is full of human benefits must go through several stages such as coconut fruit. When we want to get coconut milk that is rich in benefits and uses, coconut must go through several processes that are quite long and not easy.

First, young coconuts are cared for and loved wholeheartedly in order to grow well. When the age of the coconut was ripe he was dropped from a height to fall to the ground, his coir was peeled without mercy, his sheep baton was beaten without feeling then skinned, and then skinned, the black meat is grated after that then squeezed tightly so as to produce the desired coconut milk.

The coconut is like the present Bima. After going through the process of a long journey, he found his true essence. The flickering of the ex-con who was ejected did not necessarily drop it, instead he used it as a reminder that made it more radiant, giving off a different dazzling light. Now his soul is as solid as a diamond, which does not easily flinch from heretical seduction let alone destroyed. Nor does it fall when it is reviled and does not fly forgetting itself when praised.

Viona took a picture of the husband using her mobile phone, not wanting to lose such a precious moment when Bima became a resource person along with the ranks of great businessmen ahead there.

Bima had not noticed Viona's presence in the seminar hall. He is focused on providing direction, tips on success in business and inspirational motivation for business people, especially those who are new to the business world.

Since the first Bima is competent in business, thanks to the direction of the father who has been in the first place, so Malik entrusts full high office chairs to his only son. It's just that his drug addiction became his biggest problem, before finally a tiny woman took the bold step of making the power of the unclean stuff ravage.

A boisterous applause was also amazed to be given to Bima shortly after finishing filling the material. Viona stood up and clapped with pride. Only then did Bima realize that her beloved wife had witnessed the football.

He rushed down when it was the turn of other sources to share the material. Bima did not return to his desk, choosing to scatter to his beloved wife who was among the crowd.

“Why didn't you say you wanted to come?”

“Millionaire...”.

Viona raised both hands in the air with a look of her cheerful face. “I deliberately did not say, because I want to watch Mas become a speaker at this sabresar event. My husband is great,” praise Viona gratefully.

“All my achievements are thanks to you, I wouldn't be here without your courage just yet. Your courage can change me. If not, I might be busy running. Thank you Vi, already present in my life.”

Without caring about them holding hands tightly, looking at each other in a smile full of gratitude permeates the sense of happiness that feels sweeter after previously bitter swallowed.