Forgive Me My Wife
Fairy Tale Before Sleeping

“Ah...my feet ache.” Viona slumped her feet on the sofa after washing herself. After walking along the beach in a considerable distance this afternoon his feet now feel sore.

Bima sat down and moved both of Viona's legs over her lap. Gently massage it from the soles of the feet to the knees repeatedly.

“Where? Cute?” ask Bima while continuing her hand movements.

Nose and smile happy Viona in response already explained about the sense of massage. “In addition to being Pak Tani, does Mas also want to be a masseuse?” goda Viona squinted her eyes.

Bima laughed at the question that was thrown from the lips of his wife. “I am willing to be a farmer and your personal masseuse for the rest of my life, exclusive premium quality only for you a.”

Viona's laughter rattled crisply. He then looked at Bima with a happy mouth, feeling so loved and flattered.

“Mas, may I ask you something?"

"Of course you can, want to ask about what? What kind of questions about the next style of massage, hmm?" Bima raised her next eyebrow meaningfully.

"Hey.no that." Viona shook her hands. "I just want to know, what is Mas's life like when behind bars?” Suddenly, Viona asked about something she had never discussed. Bima was stunned, her hand movements stopped, then the look in her eyes turned sad.

Viona noticed the change in her man's facial water. He shuffled, shifted his seat closer and grabbed Bima's hand to grasp.

“Throughout those few years, I was often worried. Considering Mas is so picky in terms of food is also a hygiene enthusiast. I sometimes find it difficult to swallow when I find Mas's favorite food presented in front of me,” sigh Viona while staring deeply into the black bead of Bima.

“You even still feel worried about me when I have thrown a heartless attitude towards you?” Bima asked back.

“After all we have shared life together until Nara was present among us before the bad incident exploded to the surface. We had to medayung the same dipper even though then a storm and a big wave hit our ship until it was destroyed melted at that time. All of our togetherness can not be forgotten and erased easily, especially Mas did so because enslaved the haram. I still believe that the real you can't be that hard on me, although still in the end I feel hurt and grieved. From there I realized one thing, I was so hurt by you it was because I love you so much.”

“Sorry.” Bima answered softly with a puddle that began to gather in the fertilizer, until so full of thick water that even the decays were no longer able to survive.

Bima smiled bitterly decorated with nanar gaze. “There's nothing to tell, baby. All my pain in there will not be worth the hurt you have caused by me. But one thing is for sure, I miss you too Nara to the point of almost going crazy. After about a year I underwent rehab, then my reasoning can be grasped whole step by step. And the thing that always comes to mind is your face crying bitterly as I tear our sacred bond heartlessly. Guilt is also my longing to haunt every night, so that this self is not able to close its eyes properly. Also imagining that you must hate me makes me feel endless cramped, tormented to the bottom of my own mistakes."

Bima paused for a moment, took a deep breath until her shoulder moved up and down and then continued her sentence.

"Some times I asked papa to convey my wish to meet you also Nara. But papa is not willing to grant it and says that the longing and guilt that torments me is my punishment for never appreciating and throwing away the most precious thing in my life."

Viona's eyes were cheering. She opened her hands and invited her husband to come into her arms. Bima snuck hugging his wife's tiny body as much as possible. Feeling the melodious rhythm of her soulmate's heartbeat, making sure everything was really real that she and Viona had now returned together. Bima was afraid, all these wonderful gifts were just dreams.

“We are both stricken and suffering. At that time every day I echo in my head will continue to hate and will never forgive the actions of Mas unforgivable. It's just that in the room that has been destroyed in a mess full of wounds is also bleeding, the pulse of love is also a fragment of longing for you is always present even though wrapped in pain. Stay loyal stay there do not want to shift let alone go even though I have driven as hard as possible.” Viona sighed lowly.

“I'm sorry, for all the things I've done to your heart. Also thank you, for giving love also the opportunity once again for this despicable and sinful man, my wife," he said hoarsely because his throat was choked, crowded like a horde of clogging stones, sick and heavy.

Bima further submerged herself in Viona's arms, and Viona hugged back and stroked Bima's hair full of affection followed by a kiss on the top of her husband's head. He stroked the soft back of Bima who was shaking because of the sobbing.

“Do not cry my dear husband, hmm?” Viona stuck her cheek over Bima's head.

“I cried out of gratitude, that now you are not an illusion. Not like before, who only appeared in my dreams then left when my eyes opened when I was still behind the cold and dark narrow space of the prison.”

“I'm real, not just your imagination,” said Viona comforted her husband. He broke down the embrace, cupped both sides of Bima's face, anchored her red lips in the gap of her warm lips, kissed and sipped her full of affection. Bima permeated every drop of love that Viona gave, her eyes closed and allowed herself to be flooded with sincerity and affection.

After a while Viona stopped and took off her pagutan. “Can't you feel it too? I'm really real, being with you, by your side.”

Bima nodded and hugged Viona back tightly. “Never get tired of being next to me. Menu with me. I need you, my wife. Very." Very."