Forgive Me My Wife
Bima's Anxiety

Not for long, Bima's car backwards turned out again from the restaurant basement. Stepping on the gas pedal was still with Viona in her lap. Viona hugged her tightly reluctant to let go, darkening her face in the recesses of Bima's neck while occasionally peeping her husband's neck half a sip clad in an uncovered desire.

“Sabar, darling. Hmm?” Bima growled because of the mischievous actions of his wife, immediately drove to find a nearby hotel.

Within five minutes they reached their destination. Bima immediately parked his vehicle haphazardly to create a loud sound from the squeaking tires that collided with the hotel parking floor.

“Ayo, down. It's up.”

Viona straightened her body. His eyes were increasingly covered by the fog of passion which was now rising soaring high. He gave a glimpse of Bima's lips before getting out of the car.

Bima booked the room as quickly as she could. Because his wife like to hit him and swallow him round without caring around. Once the key cards were obtained, they wasted no time and headed straight for the fifth floor. Inside the elevator Viona can't wait to fumble her husband's chest field from outside the shirt, lucky the elevator is empty and Bima just laughed a little and then dyed the top of Viona's head with a glance. Honestly, this was the first time his wife had been so aggressive.

Key card scanned at room door 504. Once inside and the door was closed, unceremoniously stale Viona immediately lunged at her husband who had been so sexy that he teased in her eyes. He gripped his lips greedily that Bima reciprocated equally passionate, to be honest since in the basement of the restaurant he had ignited his desire so that something in him revolted.

Decapan two lips that caressed each other and clenched so loud sounded. Viona's breath was hunting, panting on the sidelines of her pagutan, but reluctantly stopped as if she was thirsty. Want to watered the sweetness of romance honey and wallow there as much.

Viona opened the tie and Bima's shirt impatiently and lowered the zipper pants. He also stripped his own clothes in a hurry and threw them randomly on the floor.

Viona's carrying him to bed. Bima laid them down without letting go of their lips. The normally timid Viona turned ferocious and so desirous. Even his sighs echoed even louder. The two give and take each other. Pursue the pleasures of the heaven of the world for the fulfillment of each other's inner livelihood.

For about an hour they wrestled, from eleven to thirty to twelve. It was shorter than usual they did. Bima as much as possible satisfy his wife's desire to suddenly stir within an hour.after they immediately clean themselves, perform prayers and eat lunch in a hotel room. Viona, exhausted and full of sleepiness, chose to drop her head on the pillow and put herself in deep sleep.

“Adrian, I'm not going back to the office. Please handle all company matters for today, unless there is an emergency please contact me immediately. And one more thing, assign some trusted people in his field to follow my wife from tomorrow, some days he struggled strangely. I'm worried about things happening that stress her.”

Bima who was standing by the window turned off her phone connection, looked back fixedly at Viona who was fast asleep. Tucked into his heart anxiety, fear of bad things happening that Viona hid from him so that he made his wife depressed and vent it through passionate lust.

Bima joined up on the bed, hugged her woman and closed her eyes.

Viona was applying toner on her smooth facial skin after a routine ritual of cleaning herself in the bathroom before going up to the contest. He swept a wet cotton swab over his beautiful face, patting gently until it permeated perfectly and followed by applying night cream evenly.

“Mas, I really want to wear your shirt. Can ya?” pinta Viona suddenly with a clear tone. She was sitting at her dresser facing the mirror.

“Boleh-can aja. But why?” sahut Bima who was sitting berserk in bed.

He stopped his activities who were reading the evening news on the latest and trusted news applications. Put the ipad he was holding and get off the mattress approaching his wife who was still wrapped in a bathrobe.

“Ndon't know, anyway want to. From now on I want to sleep wearing Mas's shirt. Can you?" Viona turned her sitting position, and looked at Bima with her beautiful eyeballs expectantly.

Bima's forehead frowned faintly. Lately his wife has been acting out of her habit. Just like it was this afternoon when Viona lunged at him suddenly.

“Wear as much as you want. All mine is yours, my wife.” Bima rubbed Viona's head fondly and kissed her forehead affectionately.

Viona is so happy like a child who gets a new toy. Take one of Bima's white shirt from the closet and wear it full of joy, adoring the shirt with a sparkling look like a beautiful dress designed by professionals. He rose to the contest, curled in Bima's arms with a fluffy smile.

“Good sleep my husband.” Viona kissed Bima's jaw and hugged her back.

“Sleep.” Bima rubbed Viona's head fondly until then his wife's breath sounded smooth regularly signifying Viona was asleep and lulled into a dream.

Bima was worried. Drowsiness did not greet him at all. The more his eyes get late. Viona's strange behavior makes her anxiety peak.

What's wrong with Viona?