Forgive Me My Wife
For You and the Fruit of the Heart

Like a man of infidelity, Yoga continues to punch blindly while laughing cunningly. Serving endless blows indulges his anger lust, acting like a loser as if to be a pleasure for him. The shame has been broken, washed away by river currents until it splits far into the open ocean. If you want to be taken and put back together again, it is impossible.

Bima tried not to moan and withstand the intense pain all over her body so that Viona did not worry about him. He remained silent, and refrained from moving against the safety of his wife and child.

Bima's nose began to bleed, her temple was torn as well as the tip of her lips. Viona thrashed, screaming hysterically at the sight of her beloved man being continuously hit by merciless fists.

“Mas, fight! Don't be so obedient to her!” viona screams at Bima.

“Close your mouth Madam Bima! Your husband stays silent for your sake! So if anything happens to her it's not my fault, but yours!” timpal Yoga was accompanied by his sarcastic laughter.

“Stop that jerk bastard! You savage loser!” viona's scream was accompanied by a broken cry. She did not want her husband to be treated that way.

“Sayang ... shut up!” Bima exclaimed low half growling. Not that she didn't want to fight back, but right now Viona and the baby were the top priority.

Yoga instead of stopping, instead seemed to enjoy the look of horror that burst into Viona's face. Viona's hands tied backwards clenched as she continued to scream nonstop.

Nia who was standing behind him was trembling so much that her hand that was grasping Viona's hair loosened. He did not know what to do in this kind of situation, the fragile girl was wracked with confusion and fear by the gripping atmosphere that surrounded the room. On the other hand her tired soul she wants to fight back, but the iniquity of Yoga continues to haunt her trying to weaken the will against her.

“Why don't you complain of pain, Bima!” Yoga seemed irritated because Bima had been silent since, tightly clenching her lips did not complain once even though being beaten blindly made Yoga feel defeated.

"Do you think your punch deserves to make me complain?" Bima smirked obliquely with a mocking look at Yoga, making the bastard go up in black.

“Heh in a desperate situation is still not self-aware!" hardik Fiery Yoga. "Nia, get me my pocket knife in the room, hurry!” yoga with a high voice.

“U-for what, Sir?” ask Nia.

“Don't ask much! Of course to make him complain of pain!” point it at Bima. "Quick take!"

“B-Good, Sir.” Nia stepped warp while her brain cried out to raging. If until someone is killed here because of the act of Yoga, he will certainly be dragged and complete already suffering.

Hearing the word knife, Viona's sanity seemed to be forcibly snatched. He will not be able to bear the burden of reality if something bad happens to Bima.

Yoga again beat Bima. In the ensuing lunge, Viona tried to unravel the bond in her hand that had been loosened by Nia secretly while being together in the room. However, because Yoga returned to the room, Nia stopped her activities that were helping so as not to arouse suspicion and try to keep the situation calm. Because if it is too rash, Nia is worried that not only she is wretched, but Viona can also be hurt.

Viona did not give up even though the skin surface of her arm was sore due to skin friction with the rope that tied it. Finally the bond in his hand came off. Without a second thought Viona ran over, grabbed the vase of flowers on the table and threw it right at Yoga's head. The three men were surprised especially Bima and Yoga.

Yoga groaned in annoyance while holding his head. “How dare you!” Yoga turned towards Viona. Bima did not waste the opportunity, quickly slammed the thug who held it and hit Yoga backwards before being able to reach Viona.

“Mas watch out!” scream while running.

Viona's screams shifted Bima's focus, making her slightly off guard so that Yoga's punch landed back. His eyes were puffed up when he saw Viona with an ashtray in hand about to head off the thug who was lifting a chair.

As fast as lightning Bima punched Yoga who was gripping him with all her might. Then ran and grabbed Viona's body until fully covered by it.

No doubt the rickety wooden chair landed right on the body behind Bima to make a crackling sound. Bima never dodged to protect Viona. He was limp but still balanced his body and blood was increasingly pouring from the wounds on his temple. The stuttering thug who smashed the chair even shuddered afterwards would be his own thing.

Nia who had just come out of the room with a folding knife in hand was dumbfounded to see the chaos presented. Yoga that has been possessed by the devil took another vase of flowers to be floated to Bima who tightly embraced Viona. Watching that, somehow getting courage from nowhere, Nia ran towards Yoga and stuck the folding knife right onto Yoga's right shoulder.

"Fucking bitch! How dare you!" roaring windy. Yoga's gaze drew sharply at the trembling Nia.

Yoga cried out in pain, while Nia took a few steps back. Yoga pushed and threw Nia to hit the wall, then again menangsek want to attack it coincide with the door that was pushed hard accompanied by a bullet eruption.

“Thank you! Surrender yourself! We're cops, this place is surrounded. You can't run anywhere!"

Yoga swallowed his hard spit. He intended to snatch Nia's body to be used as a shield, but lost quickly to the police who could read his intentions and immediately moved to shoot his right leg. Yoga fell to his knees for a moment as hot lead lodged in his legs, roaring in real pain and fear.

Nia thundered to the floor with a knife and splashes of blood in her hand, while the thick-bodied thug peed on her pants while being snatched by the police.

“Darling, you're okay, right?” Bima loosened her close embrace, said softly with a look of relief because the police had come now.

“A-aku ... alright sa-only,” said Viona stamped in her sobs. “You're hurt, Mas.” Viona felt Bima's wounded and bloody temple, then her wet netra down staring at Bima's bruised face with thick anxiety while shedding tears.

“Don't cry, it's just a small wound. Most importantly for me you and our baby are safe.”

Bima who was already battered by the blow of Yoga without a fight before which then followed by a wooden chair hit his back body resulting in disturbed body balance. Strengthening himself not to give up on his limb body, he gently rubbed Viona's head and anchored her kiss there. His gaze gradually twitched, then in minutes then his tall body drooped unconscious on Viona's shoulders.

“Mas ... Why are you? Mas wake!” viona screams feel her husband's body collapsing in her arms . Adrian arrives with the other police after finishing bending the thugs in the basement.

Viona screamed hysterically. “Pak police, Adrian! Please my husband .. please Mas Bima!" her screams uncontrollably with tears flooding in.

Adrian aghast. He immediately took over the boss' tall body that drooped onto Viona's body. It turned out that the back side of Bima's head was also injured and shed blood, apparently as a result of the impact of the chair earlier.

Bima was immediately rushed to the hospital using an ambulance. Along the way, Viona unceasingly cried while holding tightly to Bima's hand. “Mas, you must be strong. My kids and I need you. I will hate you if you dare to leave me without my permission!” viona exclaimed bitterly on the sidelines of her sobs.