Forgive Me My Wife
My Dark Stains

“Why not sleeping?” viona asked when she saw her husband was still awake, and the clock on the wall showed him at one o'clock in the night. She just finished breastfeeding the baby puffer Bisma who routinely woke up every three hours asking for her intake to be refilled.

Viona broke down and slipped into the arms of Bima who was lying on her back on the bed. Bima embraced back and then peeked at the top of Viona's head, sighing loudly there.

“What Mas still worried about Hana saying last week?” asked Viona again because Bima never answered and responded by tightening her embrace.

“Yes. I'm still worried. Either accept it or not. How do you think?” Bima tilted her position and Viona also did the same thing. Their eyes flashed, staring at each other's beads.

“I will always support whatever I think is best. Want to take Hana's offer or not all decisions are in your hands, Mas.” Viona gently stroked Bima's jaw, thrusting the back of her hand down the delicate sideburns of her beloved man's handsome face. Her husband is getting more charming in his mature age.

“To be honest, I want to try. It's just that sometimes my confidence still arises drowning if the discussion concerns my dark past,” sigh Bima worried.

They need speakers who have jumped directly. Who can share from real experiences about the bad effects of illegal drugs that affect not only yourself, but also the family. About how difficult it is to stop, and how difficult it is to struggle to escape from the noose that is always trying to suck back like a very strong whirlpool. It takes determination as solid as a rock and mentally as strong as steel so as not to be tempted to taste again and all that is not easy. Do not stop there, when it is free from the shackles of the drug chain as well as the prison, the insults of the public seem to be non-stop judgmental, all the same stains that will continue to stick until the end of life.

“If I accept Hana's offer and become a resource person, I'm afraid a skewed response will be thrown at you as well as the children, and the whole world will find out that I'm a former addict, a former addict, it is not only people in the country who know. Actually I really want to accept the offer, and hope to share my bad experience, especially for the young generation of the nation's successors, so as not to fall into the same hole. I want the stain attached to me to be able to boast of my wife and children, not make shame.” Bima cupped her palm on the back of Viona's still loyal hand caressing the side of her face.

“Didn't I tell you. I will support whatever decision you make. As a wife my job is to encourage. Mas freely share the benefits of good for people around from bad experiences that have stopped in life. I'm ready for people's responses both good and bad. Humans in this world belong to two types. Some people like us, but others hate us. It is impossible for everyone to hate us, nor is it possible for the whole world to like us because that is what life is all about. Go, Mas. I support you," Viona replied with sincerity.

“You are wife also best life friend. Thank you for always being strong to accompany people covered in stains and sins,” said Bima hoarse with shiny eyeballs glazed. “I love you, love you so much.”

Viona pulled both corners of her lips upwards smiling beautifully as gently as the whirl of the night breeze that was scattering the leaves feelingly. “The Creator predestines his people to match in a way that is so perfect, because the soul mate is indeed created to complement each other to be in harmony and rhythm. Unite for each other's shortcomings not perfection. I love you too, my husband. Just you, always.”