Forgive Me My Wife
With you

"Pak Prasetya." pangil Kinanti with his mouth agape in disbelief saw his royal man standing before him.

While Prasetya himself who had not seen the former secretary for a long time became a little surprised by the change in Kinanti's body.

His former secretary now has a big belly. And in that belly was the seed growing.

For a moment, both Prasetya and Kinanti just froze each other.

Both felt awkwardness.

"Pak Prasetya's. Why don't you say it here." said Kinanti who felt unprepared to accept Prasetya's sudden arrival.

"Schedule a business meeting to solo on file this Week. So I'm here now. I have to go back to Jakarta later that night. So, I'm leaving time right now to see you."

"Please enter Sir!" kinanti exclaimed, walking ahead of Prasetya while walking towards the living room.

"It just so happened that my father and mother were not home. They were attending a family wedding in the village next door." Kinan explained.

"So you're alone?"

"Yes sir, please sit down. I made a drink first." said Kinanti who was half nervous because of the arrival of Prasetya which he did not expect at all.

"Don't bother with the quintessence. I haven't been here long."

"It's okay sir, I'm just making coffee." Kinanti went straight to the kitchen and made coffee for Prasetya.

"At the drink sir. I haven't made my father a drink in a long time. Back then when I was in the office I often made the father a drink." said Kinanti nostalgic.

"Thank you." for appreciating the coffee that Kinanti has made. Prasetya then grabbed the coffee cup and sipped it.

"When did the doctor say he was born?" prasetya asked about when Kinanti would give birth.

"It's still about one more week sir."

"Oh" ucay Prasetya nodded his head.

At that time they were sitting on opposite chairs.

"Mr already had lunch?"

"I haven't had lunch yet. But I'm not hungry."

"At home there is no eating. There was only food this morning. If Mr. Prasetya is hungry, I can buy him something at the stall."

"No need to Kinan. Don't bother. If you're hungry, you'll eat."

"But unfortunately at home there is no food. Usually if not cooked, mother always buy the food so in the stall. You wait here first. I will go out for a while to buy food." said Kinanti, then he immediately stood up while holding his large stomach.

Looking at Kinanti who looks tired carrying her stomach. Prasetya seems worried.

"Want, don't bother. I'm not hungry." Prasetya explained again.

"But I'm hungry sir." said Kinanti.

"You walk to the stall?" ask Prasetya.

"She, it's okay. The store is not far away. You just wait here. I bought you lunch."

Because Kinanti insisted. Prasetya so do not have the heart to let Kinanti walk to the stall to buy food.

"I intervened." sahut Prasetya.

"No sir, it's okay. I can do it myself."

"Or, let me buy it. You wait here." Prasetya bargained.

"Father doesn't know the place. Later even father rough. Can Mr Prasetya ride a motorcycle?" ask Betrayal.

"Can."

"Then we get on the bike. Let's hurry, I have a motor"

If asked what I am feeling right now.

What I feel at the moment is. Feeling happy because the man he admired was now with him.

He was so close to himself.

Their distance was only blocked by the clothes that were attached to them.

By riding his motorcycle at medium speed. Prasetya tried not to bump into something that would result in the Kinanti content being shaken.

Shortly after, they arrived at a shop that Kinanti meant.

Kinanti then immediately rushed to buy some kind of cooking at the stall.

After getting everything you want. Kinanti then continued on her way home.

"Sir, there's a pickle there. Can you stop for a second. I want to buy." said Kinanti. Prasetya also according.

He then pulled the bike over and waited for a Chinatown that was buying pickaxes.

Finished buying the pickles. They continued their journey back towards home.

But, in the middle of the journey. Suddenly it rained hard. So that makes their clothes now wet.

Don't want to get wetter. Kinanti told Prasetya to pull over his bike on the side of the road.

I don't know what kind of push. Kinanti arrived just spontaneously grabbed Prasetya's hand and invited Prasetya to shelter.

In an empty shop, it eventually became their shelter.

The rain did not stop. But it seems to be getting down with a rush.

At that time, both Prasetya and Kinanti stood a bit apart.

Looking at the Kinanti who looked cold. Prasetya then took off his suit and gave the suit to Kinanti.

"Wear this, to keep your body warm." Kinanti then grabbed the suit that was given Prasetya, then wore it.

"Thank you sir."

Both Pras and Kinanti were silent without saying a word.

They seem to be busy with their own thoughts.

After the rain subsides. They went back on their way home.

Arriving at home, Kinanti immediately went to her room to change clothes.

After he changed his clothes. Kinanti went back to Prasetya.

"Sir, Mr. Pras's clothes are soaking wet. Let me dry my shirt. So that you do not get cold" said Kinanti giving advice.

"No need to Kinan. It's okay." Prasetya refused.

"I'll iron your clothes. So you can put it back on."

After weighing Kinanti's advice. Pras finally complied.

Pras also now take off one by one the buttons of his shirt.

After all the buttons on his shirt came off. Prasetya took off his shirt.

Until now his body shape was clearly exposed in front of Kinanti.

And Kinanti could see so clearly the belly of Prasetya's box.

The body is athletic and so sturdy.