Forgive Me My Wife
Day H

“Honey, where's my das?” exclaimed Bima who was busy dressed in front of the mirror. Today is Adrian's wedding day, they plan to leave early in the morning to avoid traffic jams on the weekend because the wedding was held in his native Nia, Nia, it takes about four hours to get there.

Today Juna is also married, Abdul and Rima are the ones who came to represent because his wedding day clashed with Adrian. After all, Abdul and Rima were once so close to Juna, and as parents, Rima always remembered Juna's kindness to her children and grandchildren all along. He came to pray, to congratulate, and to thank you deeply.

“Wait a minute, Mas. The tie is the same as me,” said Viona half yelled from Nara's room. Their door was open both. Viona was poking the back ribbon of her beautiful princess dress.

Bima entered Nara's room and Viona immediately approached. Tip draped a tie and Bima deliberately bent her tall body to make it easier for Viona to help her. The beautiful lentic-eyed woman concluded the tie deftly studded with love in every touch.

“Mother, my favorite pink bando where?” whine Nara while ruffling the drawer where the accessories.

“Iya a minute, Darling. Mother cariin this abis.” Viona answered just as she finished tying the tie.

Such is the morning activity in the large house. Viona's son is not only Nara and the baby boy in her stomach, but the husband is more like his eldest son who also whines to ask for this and that attention every day.

Viona was grateful for all that, a smile always adorned her beautiful face, enjoying her days as a wife and mother. And now choose to focus more on her husband and children and then the rest of her time she takes care of the boutique. Bima also seeks and pays people who are competent in the field of fashion to help the wife's business.

They left at about half-six in the morning. Bima decided to bring the driver as well Bik Yati. Choosing not to drive because you want to travel this weekend can always hug your wife and baby.

Smooth trip as expected. They arrived just before the deal started. Adrian's mother immediately greeted Bima, welcomed the family and invited her in.

The event took place haru and solemn. Only attended by relatives and closest people because the couple Adrian and Nia want their marriage to feel sacred moment. Strands do’a berbasbih from every person who attended, as well as congratulations on living a new divorce from guests.

“Your cut-off time is extended to ten days. Enjoy your time, and this is an extra gift from me.” Bima reached into his pocket, giving Adrian a long envelope.

Adrian opened the envelope and was quite astonished at the contents. Inside it contains round-trip airfare and a luxury honeymoon package in Bali for five days. “Pak Bima, this is too fancy. Even you have given gifts also before, given additional leave time only I am very happy.” Adrian seemed hesitant, however, he knew the price of the honeymoon package provided by Bima is not a cheap price for an employee like himself, he said, can be guessed from the price of the booked Villa whose overnight can reach 25 million rupiah.

“You're not just my secretary. But it's like my family. Accept it, even this is not worth your devotion to the company and my family. My father also took part in planning this, so can't refuse.”

“Crut, Adrian. Go on your honeymoon and enjoy your cut time,” timpal Viona as a warm smile that appears from behind the back of Bima after previously conversing with Nia to congratulate.

“Mother, let's go home!” whining for the umpteenth time with an annoyed face, I don't know what makes his beautiful daughter sulk suddenly.

“Iya, yes. Let's go home.”

****

“Mas, my stomach kok mules yes. I think it was a pickled fruit in the menu of pengedesan.” Viona grimaced, rubbing her lower abdomen that felt heartburn as well.

Bima who was sitting to the right of Viona was immediately alert upon hearing the word mules. “What is possible, want to give birth?” he panicked, then helped land the palm on the distended stomach of the wife.

Viona giggled amusedly, entering the approximate day of Bima's birth like a paranoid person, more tense than the person about to go into labor. “This heartburn is different, Mas. I still remember very well how it feels heartburn to give birth,” said Viona soothing.

“Yeah? You certain? Last night when he was finished looking instead of him kicking faster than usual? Is it possible that he is signaling to us that he will soon see the world? How is this, to get to Bandung is still about two hours away.” Bima glanced at her watch, then again fumbled Viona's distended stomach with an anxious face.

“Yes my goodness, Mas. This isn't really the heartburn. We stop at the nearest gas station only, I want to go to the toilet.”

It is true that Viona felt today is not similar to heartburn when she was about to give birth to Nara first, she believes the heartburn this time the effect of spicy pickles she ate. The estimated date of birth is about five days away.

“Mother, what is this?” asked Nara who was sitting to the left of Viona. The boy pointed at the clear liquid that was pooling in the seat, seeping from under his thighs.

“This is what?” Viona was also confused.

After feeling and feeling, it turns out his butt pooled wet. Viona gasped, turned her head slowly at Bima with a confused face and said,” Mas, it looks like I'm going to give birth."

“What!”