Forgive Me My Wife
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This is their last day in Bali. The seminar closing event also had a lively exhibition. Many have gained new relationships in business thanks to this grand seminar. A number of aid funds are also mobilized for small businesses hoping to grow more widely using the money. Participate in advancing and stabilizing the nation's economy. The funds collected came from several large companies that coordinate with the government including Sinar Abadi Group one of them.

Bima's work today was extraordinarily busy. While Viona chose to languish in a hotel room after spending an hour exercising at the gym available on the ground floor of the hotel.

He sat on the bed after washing himself. Opened her phone and read about the hottest news about the review of the grand event that her husband attended. There are also several photos of Bima along with other ranks of businessmen, as well as government officials from the ministry of trade loaded there.

Viona was so happy, wiping her posel screen full of pride. He also sends the photos to Rima, asking her mother to show them to Nara.

In the afternoon after the seminar and exhibition were completely completed, Bima and Viona took the time to buy a hand to take home. Although actually Adrian and the staff are the more moving there and here, stop by from one store to another that sells souvenirs typical of Bali.

He and his wife were watching. Every now and then Viona wants to join the selection, and Bima continues to stick to him like a chick that follows the mother. Finally Bima told Viona to just sit and wait at a cafe, he forbids her from tiring and whispers that only she can make Viona exhausted in tired quotes on the bed of course.

“Tell me what I want to buy. You do not bother looking, let Adrian and the staff who did it,” Bima said to the wife in an indisputable tone.

“But Mas, the souvenirs I want to buy quite a lot because I also want to share them with my employees in all my boutique outlets,” explained Viona, he felt bad for Adrian as well as the staff.

“Write as much as you want. I'll make sure they get it for you. Isn't that Adrian?”

“Of course, ready to do. Mrs Boss, Whatever you want to buy I will find until I can,” Adrian replied excitedly, after all Bima promised him that he would raise his salary fifty percent of what is now if the performance is more satisfactory.

Viona chooses to obey her husband and records everything she wants to buy. Bima ordered Adrian and the staff moved quickly to immediately find the items his wife wanted and abstained from stopping until they could.

*****

The day of return to Bandung has arrived, their flight schedule is around ten in the morning. They just accidentally missed it. So happy to water and fertilize the farm from after breakfast, the two then exhausted and asleep hugging each other on the sofa which became a silent witness to the terrible battle as a dessert breakfast menu to lag behind the flight schedule that has been booked before.

Adrian sent a message many times to his boss' phone. He and the other staff packed their suitcases and prepared to go home. Because Bima did not respond, even Adrian also ventured to squeeze the doorbell of Bima's room because the time is running low. But the result is nil, because in there the inhabitants pay attention to the hearing of the sound of the bell because it is asleep lulled in the dream world.

Viona blinked as she felt the already scorching sunlight infiltrating through the window greeting her face. He squirms, adjusting the light that enters his eyes before it opens perfectly. When she turned to her side she was immediately treated to her husband's good looks with her smooth snoring.

“Mas, wake up, we're late!” viona exclaimed while shaking even harder.

“Mmhh... what's the matter dear, hmm?” Bima squirmed and rubbed her eyes. Instead of waking up, but he pulled Viona's body to fall into his lap, clutching it while sniffing Viona's scent and closed his eyes again.

“Ih... Mas, banguun. How's this? We missed the flight schedule. It's eleven o'clock past!" viona added again while struggling

“Toooo late?" bima said casually." Yes, we've just stayed one more day, tomorrow we're home."

Bima grabbed her phone lying on the desk by the sofa and contacted Adrian to move the return schedule into tomorrow. Asking to arrange everything about the extension of the stay also takes care of the airfare. Bima put just any cell phone after finishing his business with Adrian and refocused on his wife.

“Now let me hug you again, hmm,” he said who then tightened his embrace and inserted his face in the recess of Viona's neck.

However, a moment later Bima opened her eyes again and gave a little distance. “Why is the bathrobe worn? Open it up, baby. I want to hug you from skin to skin,” she said clad in a smile as well as a passionate gaze.

“Yes this is noon, just a moment Dzuhur Mas!” Viona punched her husband in the shoulder.

Bima glanced at the clock on the wall at a glance then whispered in a sexy tone to Viona's ears. “There's still an hour left. Come, we make the best use of time by planting so that the harvest is quick."

Bima began to pull the ropes of Viona's bathrobe while attacking his wife's neck with a kiss accompanied by the wrath of his son, and lightning quickly silenced the objection that was about to come out of the ripe lips with a friendly pagutan.

*****

Due to the retreat, Adrian and other staff chose to spend time by walking around visiting famous sites and places in Bali. They also went to the zoo, choosing to be outside the hotel longer and away from the togetherness of his superiors who were drunk with romance. They also shop a lot of hands, Bima gives an additional bonus with a large enough nominal in the service trip this time.

This day Bima completely shut herself up with Viona in the room, sowing seeds repeatedly and quenching her thirst to the fullest. Just intermittent showering, praying and eating and then taking a nap. The rest of the two continue to cultivate the fields in various styles.

The sheets on the bed are shapeless, tangled masai. Roll and pillows thrown scattered on the floor mixed with cloth that had been used to wrap their bodies, as well as the sofa did not escape to be an arena. Every corner of the hotel room also witnesses, how hot the two people melted love in a pit of burning desire, decorated with moans and sighs that echoed each other.