Forgive Me My Wife
Greeting Kinanti

Hanin was shocked, as she opened the door for her husband and saw the wound on Prasetya's temple. Pras had just returned from the office.

"Mas, temple why? You can bleed like that. Mas's face also had some bruises." asked Hanin as he examined her husband's face. At the time, they were still in the doorway.

"Come in first Han, I'll tell you everything later" said Prasetya who then walked into the house with lethargic steps.

"We go to the room, so that we don't see Ali. It can also be more fun to tell stories." Hanin suggested.

Hanin and Pras then directly climbed the stairs to go to their room upstairs.

Arriving at the room, Hanin immediately prepared a compress tool to clean the wound of the husband.

Heartily and painstakingly, Hanin compresses the bruises on Prasetya's face.

"Why can it be like this." Said Hanin who felt very sorry for her husband. Because only this time she saw her husband hurt in the face like that.

"So Mas went to Murad's office, and Mas expressed Mas's irritation towards him" Prasetya explained.

"Mommy mean?"

"I beat up Murad." Pras replied honestly.

"Astaghfirullahaladzim Mas's. Why would you do that. That would be a boomerang for Mas himself. What if Murad instead reported Mas to the police station on charges of mistreatment. That would be a problem for mas Pras." Said Hanin in a worried tone.

"I couldn't help my emotions Han, as Mas looked at his face. He was already mocking and underestimating Mas's self-esteem. And all of his behavior infuriated Mas."

Hanin then let out a long breath. He understood the husband's annoyance with his cousin.

"Patiently Mas." Hanin's soft voice was so shady that it was heard by Prasetya.

Prasetya then looked at the wife's face with a faint smile. Just then Hanin attached his palm to Prasetya's face.

"I've been patient with all the problems that have happened. Next time do not act rashly.

He currently intends to take the case into legal custody. There should be no need for violence against Murad. Not what Mas, we already know if Murad will mean the same Mas. After Mas beat him up, it could be that he will sue Mas on charges of persecution."

"I didn't think I'd get there Han."

"Yes already, now I'm taking a break. Hanin will make a warm drink for mas Pras. After the body relaxes, then fit a warm bath. I went down first to prepare a warm drink for Mas, all of you take Mas Pras for dinner." said Hanin very gently and attentively with her husband.

"Thank you Han." said Prasetya, when he was so noticed by his wife.

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The next day, early in the morning. Prasetya had to go to the office. Because there was some important work that he had to do that morning.

Driving his car at a moderate speed. Prasetya seemed to focus on the streets at the time.

When Prasetya was stopping at a red light stop.Without accidentally at a zebra cross crossing. Prasetya saw Kinanti who was crossing.

And at that time, Prasetya could see so clearly that Kinanti's stomach was already round and prominent.

Pras and Kinanti's last meeting was at the time they met at the supermarket.

Since then they have never met again or exchanged news.

Because Pras himself deliberately no contact chat or phone with Kinanti.

Pras told Kinanti that Kinan could contact her if there really was anything important.

While driving his car slowly, Pras was still watching Kinanti at the time.

Kinanti was shopping for fruits at a fruit shop on the side of the road.

With a little doubt. Finally Prasetya pulled over his car and intended to say hello to Kinanti.

Pras only intends to inquire about Kinanti's pregnancy. After all, the child in Kinanti's birth was her child.

"Kinanti." pangil Prasetya.

"How are you?" prasetya asked again in a friendly manner. Kinanti who turned her head to the side when her name was called by someone whom she already knew her voice was shocked.

At the sight of Pras, the man he greatly admired standing beside him so firmly instantly made his heart warm.

He did not expect the big tall man and white and beautiful face greeted him.

"Pak Pras."

"We want to buy fruit." asked Prasetya.

"Yes sir, the supply of fruits in the house is exhausted. So I was early in the morning shopping for fruit while exercising."

"Oh,"

"Pak mango sekilo and oranges are also sekilo ya." pinta Kinanti on the fruit seller.

"Well Neng." replied the fruit seller.

Kinanti then took out her wallet to pay for the fruits she bought.

Not yet had time to pay his money to the fruit seller. Prasetya already paid the fruits to the seller.

"I can pay for it myself, sir." said Kinanti.

"It's okay." Prasetya replied, and then he returned his wallet to his back pocket.

"Thank you Sir. Is Mr Prasetya in a hurry or is there a little time?" tanya Kinanti hesitated.

Prasetya then checked his watch that was coiled around his wrist.

"May we sit for a while on that bench Kinanti." Prasetya then pointed to a bench that was not far from where they were standing.

They both sat on the bench.

"So I passed by, and I accidentally saw you. Your stomach is big now. How old are you now?" Prasetya seems so curious about the age of the content of Kinanti. Because he himself does not know with certainty the age of Kinan content.

"Now in the 5th month sir."

"Did he trouble you?"

Kinanti then smiled faintly as she touched her already rounded stomach.

"He's not at all troublesome sir. He's very smart." Prasetya then watched carefully Kinanti's stomach, in which there was a child of flesh blood and body.

"Is everything okay?"

"All good, no problem."

"Thank you if everything's okay."

"Boy Father why? Kinanti asked curiously, when she saw the wound on Prasetya's temple.

"It's okay. Just forgot to scratch. Well, then, I have to go to the office. Take good care of yourself, Kinanti. Take care of your content." Prasetya's message, which he then stands to pass.

"Yes sir, thank you in advance, for greeting me. Father is also heart-hearted." said Kinanti softly.

"Yes," Pras then passed from the front of Kinanti and walked with the steps of the display towards his car.

Kinanti herself seems to still pay attention to Prasetya. Until the car the ex-boss was driving disappeared from his sight.

"There was Papa earlier dear." said Kinanti as she stroked her distended stomach.