Forgive Me My Wife
Sweet Sepah Dispose

Viona came to the boutique later than usual because this morning was suddenly attacked by laziness. After the Fajr prayer he did only continuously coiled blankets in the contest. At first Bima asked him to stay at home, just because it had been a few days not controlling the condition of the boutique directly, Viona finally left to make sure the business went smoothly.

At eleven o'clock Viona arrived. The astonishment was his expression upon entering the boutique. About six unknown women greeted him and bowed respectfully. The three men in neat uniforms were like the bodyguards, and the rest were wearing formal clothes.

“Good morning, Madam. Introduce, the three of us are from trusted bodyguard agencies and the other three are fashion-trained people. We are assigned Pak Bima to maintain your security while in the boutique and when on the move outside, and the fashion sector is in charge of helping all your activities during at Boutik.”

One of them said a long greeting. Viona was still dumbfounded not saying a word. Staring one by one of them with a face full of questions.

The phone in Viona's bag reads indicating a message has come in. He reached into his sling bag, took the rectangular-shaped device and then rolled his finger lentiknya on the phone screen.

I sent them to look after my wife and children, don't argue, okay. So that I stay calm when you move outside the house, happy work, Mother.

That's the content of the text message that the heart emoji added in red. Viona just gaped and intended to protest. He felt Bima was too excessive to the point that he had to be controlled by everything.

But after thinking about it, Viona even hummed a smile, feeling funny about the attitude of her husband who was more sewed than the mothers of the credit union pans when she found out she was pregnant. He understood, all this is a form of love and affection of the husband for him, if you refuse surely Bima will be disappointed.

Viona decided to let the people of Bima's dispatch work as they could. Although sometimes Viona still feels uncomfortable if she is in the crowd. Feeling so striking because wherever his legs are always followed by the three people, making him sometimes giggle amused to feel like a famous celebrity only.

*****

Entering the age of the tenth week, another reaction began to occur on Viona's body. He often feels nauseous and vomits if Bima is too close to him no matter what the cause.

“Mas, don't get stuck, I .. i_” Not yet the sentence is complete, Viona rushed to the bathroom while smothering her mouth. She had just welcomed the return of her husband on the porch, but nausea immediately hit her as soon as Bima embraces her.

“Soyang, sorry. I forgot,” said Bima full of regrets. He can only stay in the bathroom doorway without being able to get close even though he wants to, he wants to help stroke the back of Viona who is resting on the side of the closet.

“Mas, don't log in!” Viona wagged her hand gesturing for Bima to stay in place and keep her distance, because if it was too close then the nausea would not subside.

Viona mechanically flushes the button, then goes to the sink to wash her mouth. He turned his gaze to Bima who was looking at him full of anxiety, crowded in her eagle netra.

“I'm fine, Mas don't worry.”

“I'm sorry too, not that I don't want to come into contact with you, Mas. But our second child seems to be protesting that Mas and I are too close together, maybe he is angry because we used to water him too often to make him choke in there,” joked Viona while commenting on a smile so that her husband feels calm.

Bima chuckled softly at Viona's words. “Hey, baby. Don't be naughty to your mother yes, son,” said Bima while resisting the urge to hug Viona.

“Iya, Dad. I will not be naughty with Mommy really,” replied Viona while stroking her own stomach.

Now-now Viona feels the scent of her husband that likes her the most even make her nauseous, even Bima to sniff herself to make sure there is nothing strange with her body, she said, and after careful inspection he felt that his scent was fine as usual.

Bima to examine one by one his favorite expensive perfumes that have always been faithful to wear never change brands, all the aroma also remains equally good, nothing changes.

Surprisingly, if Viona was eager and wanted to be warmed, her nausea suddenly disappeared. It was just that after the pleasures of heaven the world flooded him, instantly his nausea back attacked him mercilessly. Automatically Viona will distance herself from Bima, letting her husband's passion hang in the middle of an unfinished climb to the top.

Bima's fate seemed to run out sweet as discarded. Bima succumbed despite being tormented, if forced Viona will vomit violently. He did not until the heart made his wife tired, after all the maker of the act was the seed that grew the crops in the fields of Viona.

Bima laughed at himself, tonight again he flushed in the bathroom after giving the fulfillment of an inner living to his beloved wife. Mengulum smiled followed by the oddity on the sidelines of his bathing activities, it seems his son in there was punishing him for once ignoring his mother when pregnant with his sister.

Viona was already asleep as Bima finished her bath. Since the new reaction occurred, Bima had to rest on the couch across the bed, allowing Viona to sleep on her own to avoid his wife's nausea.

Bima approached for a moment to envelop Viona who was fast asleep wearing her shirt after being satisfied by it. Caressed a glimpse of his long hair then dyed his forehead. Bima still wanted to linger near Viona, but he immediately stepped aside as soon as he saw Viona as disturbed and moved uncomfortably in his sleep, Bima was afraid that Viona was vomiting again.

Lying on the sofa facing the bed is what Bima does every night now. Although unable to hug, but he can still see the mother of his children locked in the retina of his eye. The curvature of his smile rose accompanied by the eyes covered with affection on the figure who slept on the bed.

“Good sleep, Honey,” muttered before the drowsiness finally embraced her completely.

*****

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