Forgive Me My Wife
Longs

This is the last message I have written for you. After this I will no longer communicate with you. I hope the birth of the child is smooth. I fully surrender the child's responsibility to you and your family. I will not come when you give birth to that child. And maybe I won't see him either.

We've got our communications. About the responsibility of living. I'll keep my promise. Mama will take care of it. So after this, don't ever call me again or send me any messages.

Yesterday was enough to let me know who you are.

I love my wife and my family. I don't want my home life ruined because of you.

So I hope, our communication is enough to get here. Please take care of the boy and you don't have to tell him that I'm his father.

I'm not a good father. Marry and make your husband the father of the child.

I'm sorry, if I've been acting like this. Again, take care of the child, raise him well and give him affection.

After reading the message that Prasetya wrote. Kinanti direct teardrops.

I don't know why the message written by Pras felt piercing him. Like kill.

The man had indeed captured Kinanti's heart. For a long time he loved Pras in silence.

But is it fair if the attitude addressed by Pras at this time who has severed communication unilaterally is fair to the child he bears.

Though the child he is carrying has the right to know who his biological father is and he is also entitled to get affection from his biological father.

But after what Kinanti and Prasetya did yesterday. All have damaged relationships that were previously well established.

The scene of intimacy that Kinanti and Pras did destroyed a good relationship that had been running.

If Pras has cut off communication that seems selfish. Neither can Kinanti protest.

Because he and Pras have no relationship.

Kinan was just resigned and maybe he should try to bury his feelings towards Prasetya.

This was the end of all the feelings he felt on Pras. He must accept the fact that the biological father of the child he is still carrying has cut off communication. Which means, Pras also no longer cares about the child.

Kinanti who at that time curled a slanted bed in her bed could only resign. He could only cry his fate.

"From now on, you're just my dear Mama's son." whispered Kinanti as she stroked her already big belly elus. Who just waited counting the days to give birth.

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1 Week later

Prasetya had been home alone for a week.

His days were so empty, the joy in the house vanished, the warmth he always felt given by his wife was no longer felt.

And every time Prasetya wants to eat. The shadow of the wife who always serves her increasingly frustrating and crazy Pras.

So he has no appetite to eat in his own home.

Because usually, Pras always eat the dishes made by Hanin.

When Hanin was no longer home. What cooks Pras is the art.

It seems Pras does not match the cuisine cooked by his art.

Pras did not eat for a week. His face looks so thin.

Not only does he not take care of himself. Pras also did not allow his art to clean his room.

Practically during the week. The room was also not cleaned.

So that the dirty clothes used by Pras piled up in the bathroom.

The reason Pras did not allow his art to clean his room was because Hanin had been cleaning their room.

Because Hanin always said that their room was their private area. Which not everyone can get in. Except Ali's their son.

Pras was really fucked up in the living by Hanin

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The next day, after Prasetya already can not resist the longing and also already feel very confused with his son and wife.

Before leaving for the office, Pras took the time to meet Hanin and Ali at the house of the in-laws.

Arriving in front of the gate of the house of the in-law. Pras rushed out of the car.

Wearing a white shirt complete with a tie wrapped around his neck. Prasetya always looks more handsome when wearing office clothes.

Pras then directly pressed the doorbell button.

He hoped Hanin would not throw him out.

An art report to Hanin if there is someone outside.

When Hanin asked who was coming. The art keceplosan called "Pak Prasetya" because the art who had worked in the house for a long time knew and knew Prasetya was Hanin's husband.

The moment he heard what came was Prasetya. Ali who was sitting on the dining table chair immediately got up from the chair and shouted.

"Dad, Dad, Dad." said Ali who then immediately ran towards the gate of the house.

"Sorry, non, I'm glad to mention Mr. Prasetya's name." regretted the art.

Hanin could only resign. He would not allow Pras to enter to meet Ali. She was also not ready to meet her husband.

But because Ali had run to the gate to see his father.

Inevitably Hanin told the art to open the gate of the fence of the house.

"Dad, Dad, Dad!" ali shouted in excitement as soon as he saw Pras already standing on the side of the fence.

"Original." pangil Pras.

After the gate is opened. And Pras has now entered. Ali jumped straight at Pras. Pras took his son.

"Ali kangen Dad." whining Ali who had hugged Pras' neck.

"Father also miss Ali" said Pras while hugging his son who was in his arms."

"Dad, Daddy, come on in. There's Mother inside." exclaimed Ali seemed excited.

"Let's meet Mother" said Ali again. While still holding Ali. Pras finally entered the house.