Forgive Me My Wife
Still a cold war

"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.

"What are munda doing?" pras asked Ali, as they were walking towards the dining table.

"The mother was eating my morning" replied Ali.

Arriving Pras in the dining room, Pras stood frozen for a moment when he saw someone he missed and loved was seen sitting on the dining table chair with his face down focused on his food.

Slowly, Pras got closer to the dining table. Pras then sat Ali in one of the chairs. Pras sat in one of the other chairs.

"Assalamualaikum Han." said Prasetya. Hanin who at that time heard the words of the husband was not ready to look at Pras' face. Hanin remained in silence.

But in her heart she answered her husband's greeting.

"Waalikumsalam" Hanin said in his heart.

"Come on, continue eating you." Said Hanin, who then stood up while lifting the empty plate of his former meal.

"Han, I was at home not yet able to have breakfast. I want to eat your omelet. Can you please make. I'm hungry." said Pras in a clear tone.

Hanin who was about to go to the kitchen, restrained her steps when the husband called her.

After hearing Pras' request. Without answering and looking. Hanin walked back to the kitchen.

Arriving in the kitchen Hanin froze silently on the side of the sink that was there.

She thought about cradling whether she would make an omelet ordered by her husband or not.

After he thought for a moment. Because Pras said he hadn't had breakfast. Finally Hanin took one egg from the refrigerator and then she cooked the egg as Pras wanted.

After she finished making the omelet her husband asked for. Hanin then put it on a plate.

Then he walked back to the dining room with the intention of giving the omelet to Prasetya.

Without turning his head and looking at Prasetya, Hanin arrived at the dining room. Hanin immediately put the plate on which there was already an omelet right in front of Pras.

"Al, Mother to the room first baby. There is something you have to do in the room" said Hanin reasoned.

He just wanted to avoid Prasetya.

"Hanin, thank you for the omelet." exclaimed Pras to the wife who was climbing the stairs. Hanin still did not comment on Pras' words.

Pras' wide smile was engraved on his face. While seeing the omelet her request was granted by Hanin.

Pras is already very confused with the cuisine made by his wife. Pras then immediately took the rice that was already in front of him and put it on a plate. Devouringly, Pras enjoyed the morning meal with a happy heart. Because he again felt served by Hanin.

Although only made omelette.

Even though it was just an egg, for Pras it was already very special. And the longing about eating the wife's cooking was cured.

After a while later. Prasetya told Ali to meet Hanin in his room.

Ali understood, and he allowed his father to meet his mother.

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Standing by the side of the window in his room. Hanin looked out the window.

His gaze was blank, he was really not ready to interact with Prasetya.

Even seeing her face, Hanin was not ready. Hanin still felt disgusted and disgusted when the shadow of her husband kissing Kinanti was still milling in her eyes.

When Hanin was daydreaming alone by the side of the window in the room. Suddenly the door of his room was opened by someone.

As soon as Hanin smelled a perfume that was familiar to him. He knew it was the husband, Prasetya.

I did not want to rush to the door. Hanin remained silent unmoved in his place.

The move grew closer and closer to Hanin. And Hanin still maintains his ego to not easily melt for all the attitudes Pras has done to him.

This time, there were a lot of considerations he had to think about.

Forgive or decide for the worst even though Hanin is thinking about it.

"Han," the melodious voice was now right at his doorstep.

"Mas ridho you are temporarily staying here to calm down. But don't be long, baby. Lonely at home. The house is without you and Ali. Like an uninhabited cave. My soul is empty, my body is weak and I am not spirit. You are half my life. If you guys leave. My soul is not intact Hanin. Oya, I've changed my phone number. I'll tell you my new phone number. I've cut off communication with him. I hope this proves that I want to fix our relationship." Prasetya then moved closer and closer to Hanin. And Hanin remained on his attitude.

Silence did not answer and also did not look towards the husband.

"I said yes, I worked first. Let me come here again. No problem you're still angry. Because I deserve to treat you like this. I just wanted to say. I love you so much Haningrum. Go home when you are ready to go home. I'm waiting for you."

A few seconds both Hanin and Prasetya were silent to each other.

A moment later, Prasetya sprinkled a sweet kiss onto Haningrum's head wrapped in the hijab.

As Pras kissed his head long ago, Hanin remained on his stand. He does not want to be easily shaken.

"I love you my angel" Prasetya said.