Forgive Me My Wife
I'm your Wife
“Who are you?”
Freeze. That was Viona's reaction when her ears heard a sentence that slid free from her husband's mouth. Slowly he pulled back his outstretched hand near the caller button near the head of the bed. Viona dropped her gaze on Bima who was slightly looking up while looking at her with questionable eyes.
“A-what do you mean, Mas?” The surprised Viona asked.
“Sorry, who are you? And why am I here?” repeated again. A question that was answered with another question.
“Ke-Why ask wh-who am I?” Still in a situation of confusion, the two of them subconsciously asked each other questions without any one giving an answer.
“Iya, who are you?” Again the same sentence was uttered by Bima. Her tone to Viona was so foreign not as warm as usual.
Viona swallowed her hard-earned saliva and then came back closer to the side of Bima's bed. Fear drove him mercilessly. Various bad prejudices sprung up in her head, but she brushed it off and still tried to think positively, maybe her husband reacted so because he was still dazed the effects of unconsciousness long enough. After all, it was still dark and the lighting in the room was quite dim, only coming from the dim lights on the side of the bed because Viona turned off the main light.
“It's me, Mas. Your wife,” said Viona as calmly as possible while moving to touch the arm of Bima.
The man lying on the sickly bed with bandages everywhere was slightly bearded when Viona's palm touched his skin. He looked surprised as well.
“Wife?” Bima frowned and stared fixedly at Viona.
“I-Yes, i-it's me Viona, is-your wife. Mas,” said Viona gagged.
The sense of nelangsa slipped into Viona's heart space as she watched Bima's reaction to her looking at her like a stranger and subtly refusing physical contact with her.
“But I am your wife, Mas. Take a good look,” the door. “Is it possible because the light of the lamp is too dim so that the vision of Mas is disturbed?” viona again.
The beautiful woman with beautiful nature was trying to get rid of her panic that every minute became more and more piled up. Like a pestle that gnaws without mercy by sucking the essence of the life of its host.
“Although in a dim state, I still remember his face well. My wife is beautiful, her eyeballs are beautiful also clear with pliable eyelashes,” replied Bima with eyebrows linked so as to create a faint frown on the eel just above her nose. Her eagle netted at Viona who was now starting to pale.
“Not possible.” Viona shook her head wanting to deny her conjecture. “See me well once again.”
Viona met both sides of Bima's face carefully. Her beautiful eyeballs are again shiny moistened water sources that urge want to flood and freefall.
“Mas Bima, it's Viona, your wife,” said Viona raucous with trembling lips. Her chest of fireworks so obvious with irregular breaths followed by stuffing stuck.
Bima's body language seemed to refuse. He seemed to want to pull away and keep Viona's hands cupped his face, only his two hands were attached to the infusion tube as well as blood transfusions.
“Please, don't get too close,” pinta Bima in a cold tone.
“Mas, please don't put it this way.” Viona does not want to obey the words of Bima. “Don't tell me Mas doesn't know me!” his screams with trembling lips were accompanied by a round of clear crystals that began to fall on his cheeks.
Bima just fell silent while nailing a glance at Viona who stared back at him in frustration.
“I'll call doctor.” Viona released her stalk on Bima's face and half ran towards the exit.