Forgive Me My Wife
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Towards lunch time the seminar is interspersed with rest time, and will be resumed around one or two noon. Viona joined lunch with her husband along with the business people present and also the seminar organizer.

Many congratulate them on their reunion in marriage, although their second marriage was held more private, but the news of the reference Viona and Bima circulated widely in a short time.

Discordant voices are sometimes still heard from some business competitors Sinar Abadi Group will status Bima as an ex-convict. It's just that they only dare to blaspheme at the back, while if faced directly with Bima their guts mostly squeak first, losing before fighting.

No exception also slanted scorn will refer them back. Like a while ago when Viona was in the toilet. The woman who had insulted him at the restaurant where Arjuna's friend's party was there the other day. Viona was tidying up her makeup in the mirror and the woman who works as a model just came out of the toilet room and stood side by side with her.

The woman in sexy open clothes was shocked when she saw the reflection in the mirror that showed the beautiful figure of Viona, she turned her head and folded her arms on her chest.

“Congratulations on your wedding, again,” she said cynically.

“Thank you.” Viona replied with a sweet smile without turning her head, just exchanging glances through the mirror.

“You are also compatible. Ex-convict and traitor!” he laughed while laughing sarcastically.

“Means?” Viona ignited her activities that were daubing lipcream on her lips.

“Ya is so the reality. Your husband is still an ex-con until at any time, only he was born with a silver spoon so after getting out of prison easily returned to serve as a leader in the large company of his parents. And you are a traitor, all the time with Arjuna but instead choose to leave the engagement and return to your ex-husband. You're nothing more than a cheap, unfaithful woman" he blatantly sneered.

Viona's soft lips returned a smile. He turned to the woman beside him who seemed to be very interested in him as well as Bima, the interest in bad gossip.

“Thank you for your attention and praise. I was flattered, suddenly feeling like a famous person. Looks like you have a lot of free time to take care of my personal life. Or your time is so relaxed because your model services are no longer selling? Geez I'm sorry.” Viona said as if sincere when it was deliberately insinuating.

“You!” The woman is emotional.

“Opss... It seems like my guess is correct.” Viona put her palm on her mouth pretending to be shocked.

“Enak only! Although later I will no longer have a career as a model, but now I am the future wife of one of the entrepreneurs present here. so do not mess around!”

“New candidate huh? So apparently, hopefully really married and not just imitated as a candidate. But if for example you are broke, I still need a model for my designed clothes.” Viona tidied her hair ready to leave, actually she was already feeling careless, but she could not be defeated by emotions. Viona hated that, looking weak in the eyes of others.

“Your plans are not in my criteria! I don't want to be a model of a cheap brand!” The sexy-looking woman was smugly.

“Ah, so yes. Is it not reversed? Are you trying to figure yourself out? Let me remind you that you're afraid to forget.” Viona brought the face closer to the woman's ear.

“The cheap ones are you Miss, not my clothes. Besides I'm not interested in using a model who swaps her self-esteem for money,” whispers in a subtle voice but her words are piercing.

With wide steps Viona immediately came out of the toilet, not wanting to linger there again, leaving the woman who was now swearing annoyed with a red face extinguished by anger.

*****

“Congratulations on your second marriage. I couldn't come because I was in Melbourne at your wedding. I've heard a lot of stories about you from Malik. Bim, behind the success of a man there is a great woman behind him. Be proud that you are one of them, having a great woman like your wife by your side. My message, Love her, and never let her down again.” The man patted Bima on the shoulder.

Bima nodded and said sincere thanks for the advice given to him. They changed a lot of words after lunch.

After filling her stomach, Viona decided to go home first because her pinganggang felt quite painful. Almost all night Bima bravely joined him this morning, he needed to recover his energy and prepare for the next attack.

Most importantly she did not miss the moment when her husband shared the word on the podium, and the seminar after this afternoon break will mostly only discuss the issue of product exhibition.

“Go back to the hotel first. You look tired." Bima rubbed dear cheek Viona.

“Somebody who made me tired like this.” Viona squinted her eyes until narrowed.

“Try telling me, who is it? Let me teach you a lesson,” Bima's joke followed by weirdness.

“If I told you who it was, what would you do, Mister?”

“I will tell him to continue what he has done, never give up, so that the results are maximum.”

“Huh? What results are maximal?” Viona looked at her husband questioningly.

Bima eroded the distance, slightly lowered then berbisisk friendly to the ears Viona.“The result of planting, so that the seeds I sow immediately grow and sprout in there." Bima rubbed Viona's stomach a glance.

Bima shot a blow by Viona, Bima likes to tease her with vulgar words.

“Then this field rests first, so that it is ready to be sown with seeds again,” said Viona who began to dare to speak her husband's language.

Bima chuckled quite loudly as his wife replied to his perverted words. “You deliberately teased me hmm?”

“I have no intention of flirting, not the experts. It's just that a good teacher keeps giving me private lessons endlessly to make me this way." Viona is clumsy, funny and adorable, then grabs the edge of Bima's tie and twists it using her index finger with sensual gestures.

“Hey you are really dangerous. Makes me want to devour you right now.” Bima clucked in frustration making Viona giggle amusedly.

“Have a rest baby, the car that will take you is ready. Looks like the new show will be over late afternoon or maybe evening."

“Yes, Mas, work quietly. See you later tonight, my husband."

Waving her hands accompanied by her beautiful smile, Viona immediately entered with two female staff into the car that Bima prepared for her while in Bali and returned to the hotel.