Forgive Me My Wife
The Ending

Ten months later.

"Darling, please pick my shirt."

Bima just finished washing herself. An hour ago he just returned from his office and is now preparing to leave again to the television station to meet the invitation of the talk show as a source of discussion about drugs.

Seven months ago Bima decided to accept Hana's offer. He weighed long enough then negotiated with his extended family after Viona agreed beforehand. Pros and cons are sticking, but both parents are also in-laws support whatever their decision.

He became one of the most popular speakers at every event that discusses drugs. Whether it's on college campuses, government-organized events, or talk show invitations from television stations.

Like Bima said at first. The sloping flutter is still thrown when Bima opened up to the world that she was a former addict. But Viona always strengthened him, as well as he did the same thing to his wife and children, as the sneer grew more and more dim.

"I want to wear my wife's suit." Bima propped her chin on the shoulder of Viona who was preparing clothes for her. Looping her arms around her arms hugged and pranky landed her naughty lips on the side of Viona's neck peeping over there.

"Wear a maroon suit only. This is my latest plan. How's it?" Viona picked up a fancy suit from inside the closet and turned around.

"i like. Your best plan. Help me get dressed," Bima asked as she kissed Viona's fleeting lips that were immediately responded with a nod.

"As you wish, Husband." Viona smiled sweetly and began to help Bima get dressed, making sure her husband looked perfectly neat every day.

"Hopefully the show is good. I always watch the appearance of my great husband on television," said Viona enthusiastically after dressing Bima as the last touch.

"Aamiin, thank you, dear," he said gratefully filled with gratitude. "Your support is everything to me." Bima fused their eyebrows with her eyes closed while hugging Viona's waist.

"Hey you naughty! It's time to go!" Viona patted Bima's shoulder reminded. If not reminded immediately, maybe Bima instead so set out to remember the cheesy guy down there is easy to stand up if he rubbed the skin with his favorite intoxicating body, his favorite, because his naughty hands now even reveal the dress used by Viona, infiltrate squeezing the naughty buttocks of the wife. Ah, they are always friendly at every opportunity.

The driver was already preparing in the yard and turned on the engine of one of his master's luxury cars. Viona and Bima join hands down the stairs along with Bisma who welcomes under the middle whining in the sling of one of the nannies. Bhishma raised both her hands to see the appearance of her father.

Viona immediately took over and held her adorable plump baby boy. While Nara is still in the tutoring place to take part in the preparation to enter elementary school.

"Yayach," said the fat, plump-haired baby with his baby language while laughing happily revealing his toothless gums.

Bisma pranced happily carried by her mother and immediately stopped whining. Then the baby leaned forward asking to be carried by the father.

"Yayach" said the baby, clapping his hands.

Bima immediately scooped up Bisma. "Hello boy, fat whiz miss Daddy huh?" Bima kissed her son's puffed cheeks that smelled pleasant baby fragrance. Since returning home, he has not been able to say hello because he was busy

"No ... no," he said. Bisma landed her tiny hand hit Bima's mouth as if it could not be called fat when in reality it was.

"Mbum ... mbum." The baby pointed her hand out of the house right at the black sedan with the driver already sitting in the steering chair. Maybe he wants to get close to the car.

"Baby boy with Mommy first yes, later tonight we play with Dad and sister. I want to leave first," said Bima. He was about to hand over Bhishma to Viona because the time to leave had arrived, but the baby was hugging Bima's neck tight.

"No ... no." Bisma pressed her lips forward and brushed off Viona's hand repeatedly about to take it over from her father.

"Geez, it's always like this. Mother who conceived you, son. But why do you like your father better?" Viona clucked with her head shaking making Bima chuckle softly. Indeed, that is how every day, Bhishma always stick to her father whenever there is an opportunity.

"Perhaps because he knows, I am the one who diligently water it to thrive so that now he is a muscular plump fat here and there," replied Bima with a laugh grinning prattle.

"No ... no!" Bisma nibbled his father's nose so upset that his saliva soaked the father's face, every time the word fat tossed the baby must be angry.

Cajoled in such a way that the baby puffed up did not want to melt, until Nara finally came home. Nara was like the bisma handler, the handsome man stopped whining and wanted to be carried back by Viona when he saw her brother and immediately turned tame while calling Nara with the sound of her baby.

"Tata .. bbbubah," he chirped happily and his legs kicked agilely for what he meant.

After the situation is controlled Bima say goodbye, do not forget to kiss his wife and children alternately before getting into the car and then passed from there. Viona delivered with a wave of hands and do'a every time Bima left the house, never bored and will always be so until the end of life.

Every time Bima filled a talk show on the television channel, Viona never missed watching it, as well as the parents. Abdul who some time ago still reluctant to talk a lot with Bima, is now slowly softened even though not completely, little by little melted like an iceberg warmed by the sun.

Viona's eyes glowed proudly with a smile that continued to adorn the handsome figure that appeared on television. Nara sat down next to him and Bhishma in her lap watched. Bima now makes the black stain attached to him as a reminder that is useful for others, no longer a disgrace but a role model.

At the end of each session, Bima never forgot to express her gratitude to Viona as well as the children. The expression full of love for his ribs is also his offspring. At the end of the talk show this time.

Infinite gratitude always poured out for the figure of a great woman who never tired of supporting and faithfully beside me, my wife, the mother of my children. Mother and children, I love you.

It still feels like a dream for Viona and Bima. He has a full and complete family with his sons and daughters. Also feel the beauty of being loved also loved in a stronger braid after their household hick had sunk. Maybe this is their fateful journey. Full of unexpected twists were also dotted with tears.

After the devastation that passed they greatly appreciated the sweetness that he now tasted. It feels many times more beautiful and delicious after ever feeling the destruction and loss of each other in a puddle of bitter bitter bitter taste.

Other storms will certainly still confront them in the ocean of life, but now their ship is more sturdy and not easily hit by waves, based on sincere love and love that is never strung. Strengthen each other by sailing the ark until the story is over. Both tie knots that can not be parsed and only death is allowed to be a separator.

EXPIRE

Thankfully, the second novel I wrote was finished. This novel had a long hiatus constrained several things, especially the personal busyness of the author.

The author's infinite thanks to my beloved readers, dear ones who always faithfully await the story of Bima and Viona, accompany from beginning to end. Hopefully the readers can reap the good wisdom of this story is not just entertainment. Without the support of those of you who read my story, I am nothing.

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