Forgive Me My Wife
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The sound of the dawn prayer was faintly heard in Prasetya's ears when he was still sound asleep in his room that morning.

Every morning, Hanin usually wakes up first. Later he was awakened by Hanin to perform dawn prayers.

Like last night that was his intention. Prasetya wanted to take advice from his mother.

If there is no point he lamented the fall.

But he must be able to prove to Hanin if he really wants to change and change everything in him.

And it all has to start with itself.

Rising from the bed, Pras then walked to the bathroom to fetch some ablution water and then he performed the dawn prayer.

After the prayer, Pras raised his hands to pray. He seemed to be very passionate in prayer.

After finishing the morning prayer service. Pras is reminded of the activities that Hanin does every morning.

If they get out of bed. So Hanin would immediately make their bed.

When I saw her bed was a little messy. Pras then took the initiative to make the bed. Justify pillows and fold blankets.

After that, Pras circulated his gaze around the room room. He also cleaned up what looked messy.

After all it looks neat. Pras went back to the bathroom and performed a cleaning ritual. Because he has to go to the office.

After taking a shower, Pras walked to the dressing room on the side of the room.

Wearing a towel wrapped around the waist. Pras chose the shirt he would wear. Then combine it with a pants suit and tie.

Usually, the activity of choosing a shirt that he will wear is always prepared by Hanin.

But now, he had to do it himself.

After he was tidy, Pras then went down the stairs and rushed to the dining room.

Pre-breeding alone in the dining room without protest.

A few days after Hanin left. Pras always protest with the food menu that has been prepared art. But for this morning he did not protest and ate what was on the table.

After breakfast, Pras then took his phone and he looked at the screen of his phone with a picture of Hanin.

Then, it occurred to Pras to send a message to Hanin.

Assalamualaikum Hanin, I have a meeting out of town today. Not far, just to Bogor. After the meeting I will be home. I'm just telling you about it. Greetings and love to you and Ali. I love you both so much. I work first yes. Assalamualaikum says.

After writing a message to Hanin. Pras then immediately got up from his seat and prepared to leave for the office.

Such rituals are what Prasetya will do now.

It is true what his mother said. He need not dissolve in sorrow and regret. But he must be able to prove that he has changed and can change his attitude and behavior.

That afternoon, when Pras was focusing on working on work tasks. There was a message notification coming into his phone.

Pras immediately checked the short message.

Every time a phone or message is entered into his phone. Pras was always eager to open it. Because he thought, it was a message from Hanin.

Although he is often disappointed, because the message or call turns out to be from someone else.

Since the cold war. Hanin never called or sent a message.

And at that moment. The one who sent the message was her mother.

Ms. Damayanti told Prasetya that Kinanti had given birth.

Her son is female. Ms. Damayanti also included a photo of the baby on Prasetya.

Pras, she's given birth. Mama Bigung should congratulate or how. But for Mama. That baby, that kid doesn't know what the hell's going on. So it would be unethical if the baby also fell victim to your hatred for the woman right now.

Mom accidentally showed me a picture of your son. At least, give a good prayer to the boy Prasetya. Pray that he will be a good and good boy.

Write Bu Damayanti's message to Prasetya.

Prasetya then enlarged the photos on his phone.

He looked at the baby's photo. Photo of a tiny baby whose lips are red and blush and both cheeks are puffed up.

Looks very worrisome. Want to hate what he is now with Kinanti. After all the child is his biological son, his flesh and blood, his biological son.

And at that very moment, Prasetya shed tears. There is a taste of poignancy that whack the heart.

"I'm sorry dear Dad, maybe Dad will never be in front of you, greeting you and hugging you. But you will always be in every prayer that you pray. From far away I'll love you. Well well be with your mother." said Prasetya lirih.