Forgive Me My Wife
Shirt Ball

In the morning Bima drove Viona to the boutique. The man even walked in to the wife's office. His eyes scoured the entire room, scanning every corner and checking some documents. Looking for strange things that might be the cause of his wife turned strange lately.

"Mas go. It's late, isn't there a meeting this morning?" viona said after putting the tote bag she carried onto the table.

"Hmm... If there's anything, call me right away, okay?" pinta Bima is half-ruling. His eyes looked uneasy.

"Yes, Mas. Tumben ngoyo really? Take it easy, if there's anything I'll call my beloved husband." Viona answered with a sweet smile, then kissed the back of Bima's hand with a kiss of love on her forehead.

"Happy work, Mom."

"Thank you, honey. No need to take me forward. Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumsalam." Bima waved her hand for a moment then immediately walked out from there.

Bima stopped the step once he saw the existence of Sita who was changing the dress display to be displayed on the front of the boutique. Bima interrogated him immediately. Ask him for details about what Viona's activities lately. He was more curious, from Sita's statement there was nothing suspicious about his wife, then what made him change?

*****

"How's your reconnaissance? Was there anything odd about my wife up to this session?"

In his office Bima was calling people who were asked to follow Viona. He had just returned after having lunch with a business associate at a restaurant near the office. However, because his mind was raging erratically, Bima only swallowed a few mouthfuls of steak menu ordered. His brain and heart kept on going to Viona, excessive worry made him unable to concentrate properly and loss of appetite.

"From our reconnaissance, since morning there was nothing strange about Ms. Viona. Even from this distance we see your wife so cheerful, joking with a middle-aged female customer. It didn't seem depressed at all." replied the scout from across the phone.

Bima massaged the base of her nose with her eyes closed and let out a long sigh. "Keep watching, don't let your guard down. If anything awkward is detected, call me immediately."

An expensive phone with a price equivalent to one motorbike was just put on the sofa half throw it. He restored his coarse hair, then landed his back on the cushioned sofa while trying to clear his mind. The drastic change in Viona's behavior really had a big impact on Bima. The man became distraught, but felt bad if he asked his wife directly about the cause that made him change.

*****

At four o'clock in the afternoon Bima's phone rang loudly several times which ended with the sound of text message notifications. Bima who just came out of the toilet immediately checked her salary and read the contents of the incoming message.

Mr. Bima. on the way home, your wife's car stopped by a sports store, it looks like buying some adult soccer clothes, and then went straight home from the store.

That's how the message is.

"Ball shirt? but for whom?" bima muttered confusedly.

The game of football was Bima's favorite since long ago, but he did not feel asked Viona to buy him such clothes. Or maybe Viona bought the shirt as a surprise for her? Because it couldn't be that dress for his father-in-law or his father-in-law. But he had not played ball for a long time because now more focus on exercising fitness under the supervision of trained instructors. Or maybe?

Various kinds of conjectures were also speculations milling about filling his head. From good things to bad thoughts. These estimates alternately unpretentious in his mind poison his brain and his heart. Bima rubbed his chest trying to calm down and dampen the prejudice.

He was no longer able to concentrate on his remaining work a little more. Chose to close his macbook and hurry home.

The streets of Bandung this afternoon are so crowded. Traffic jams are inevitable. The car that Bima was driving was also trapped. He was restless. The density of the streets made him more frustrated because he could not wait to get home.

*****

"Yeshine..."

"Hi, Daddy's pretty boy. Mmm.. it is fragrant. Whose shower?"

"Mandi samama. It's also the same mother. Beautiful right?" nara said as she pointed her index finger at her own hair.

"Yes dong, it's definitely pretty. Whose child used to be," said Bima who then kissed Nara's cheek. "Where does the group go?"

Bima dizzy looking for the whereabouts of his wife, but Viona is invisible to the trunk of his nose.

"The mother went to the room again abis kuncirin hair Nara. He said he'd change his clothes."

"Yes, I went to the room first. Nara want to come or want to watch a cartoon?" ask the child.

"Nara wants to continue watching Upin and Ipin."

Bima takes Nara to the living room where the television is airing an animation of two bald twin boys that is so viral for children. Sit him on the sofa surrounded by the favorite dolls of the child, accompanied by Bik Yati who always swiftly keep Nara as his main task.

"Daddy to the room first, baby. Good watching."

After wiping Nara Bima's head rushed up to the second floor and headed for her room. He was stunned at the door, inside there was Viona who was trying on some soccer clothes and twirling her body in front of the mirror.

"Eh. My husband has come home." Viona who was enthusiastic to see his reflection in a red ball shirt, stopped his activities and pulled holding Bima who was stunned at the doorway to enter.

"This is.. What is this, baby?" Bima asked because he did not understand the meaning of some stel soccer clothes scattered on the mattress. He expressed his curiosity in a soft tone, did not want the wife offended and then sad although he was now being hit by various prejudices.

"Oh... It's a football shirt, you don't know?" Viona frowned at the husband's very question.

"I-iya. I know this is a football shirt. But.. for what and for whom? Why so much?" coined.

"Mas angry I'm shopping a lot?" Viona took off the embrace on Bima's arm, bent her pretty face and chose to sit on the edge of the bed.

"Not so, honey." Bima sat down and grabbed Viona's hand to hold. "I'm just a little confused, why all of a sudden buy this much football. Are you planning on developing wings to design sportswear?"

"Not really. But since this afternoon somehow I want to buy it for me to wear. This is good, right? I like the color?" Viona again turned carefree and smiled sweetly at Bima while grazing the clothes she wore.

"Th-it's great." Bima swallowed increasingly confused.

"Darling, are you really all right?" Bima looked worried. Actually what happened to his wife so that every day lately a lot of strange things he did.

"I'm fine, Mas. Even now it feels really cool because of the delivery of this shirt. Oh yes, later tonight do not forget, we have a promise to fulfill Juna's invitation to dinner together. What clothes am I wearing? How about wearing this? I love this ball." Viona stroked the surface of the clothes she was wearing full of joy.

Bima almost coughed at Viona's words. He soon mastered himself and gave advice in a soft tone as he could. Bima couldn't possibly let her beloved wife come to a fancy restaurant in this kind of outfit.

"But I think it's best not to. Because the invitation to eat in a fancy restaurant, of course, we must respect the person who invites also the place visited by wearing appropriate clothes. You can wear this shirt again after sari." Bima tries to persuade Viona, and hopes that her persuasion will work.

"Mmm. It's also what I said. Then I'll get Nara's clothes ready for dinner."

Viona kisses Bima's jaw and steps cheerfully towards the closet.