My wife's a fraud
Forgive

“Mom want to meet Gita,” said Ela on phone.

“Let's go home to Jakarta.”

“You don't want to see your father, Ki?”

“We talked about this, right, Mom? I don't have any more business with him.”

“But your father wants to see you, Ki. Maybe he's just as bad as you because he's keeping you away from Gita. But doesn't everyone deserve to be sorry?”

Arki breathed a heavy sigh. “Mommy won't stop until I'm sorry for her, right? Yes, I'm sorry about him. But don't make me see you again.”

For a week Gita was hospitalized. The wound on his head had also almost healed and dried up. Gita repeatedly complained about the ugly wound that made her side head become pitak and not beautiful. Arki repeatedly insists that she remains beautiful as ever. After all, the wound can also be covered with long hair. Although it is clear the Gita is never trusted and complains all the time.

The bruises all over his body also slowly disappeared. Although a little bluish is still coiled around the eyes of Gita which was once difficult to open. With concealer, the wound can be covered perfectly. Seen without a meaningful trace on his face.

In the afternoon they started returning from Bogor. Leaving Risa who must continue her studies there. Gita also actually had to leave the store that she had just opened a few months. But the place has been destroyed not restless due to the attack Basuki. They had to close permanently.

“Our neighbors will be shocked not yes fitting know I have not died? Will I be counted as rising from the grave?” said Gita felt a little disturbed if thinking about the people around her later.

Arki chuckles. “Cockwise. I told you on the phone with Mr. RT a few days ago. At that time he called his dues and no one was home. I was making a scenario for Gita to disappear with her. I also told you, Mia. If you survived.”

“What story are you telling them?”

“You were in an accident and were treated for a few months in the hospital without identity, because all your belongings were taken the same as your stepmother. When your stepmom was in an accident somewhere else, everyone thought it was you because she held your identity.”

“But I was scapegoating my stepmother. Though he was not wrong anything.”

Arki raises the eyebrows. “She likes to torture and harm you. How did you even become a believer in him?”

“I know he's always evil with me. But that doesn't mean there's nothing good he's done in his entire life, does it? Moreover, it must be slandered. Even though her habits are ugly, she is still my stepmother. There was a time when he took care of me. I'm not so steep as he became so hateful and defamatory.”

Arki just kept silent hearing it. Unlike her, Arki is really hard to forgive Arya. It was like a grudge harbored by Aditya. If something bad happens to Arya now, even Arki will be grateful. He no longer wanted to hear anything about his father.

“If for example your stepmother survived the accident, but she became weak could not say anything. How are you going to kayak?”

“Yes I take care of him. Maybe not take care of it 24 hours a visit occasionally, because I'm a family. At least I can hire a nurse to help him if he can't move and must be helped. Now I have enough money to give my stepmother proper treatment.”

“You want to see him? Sorry him?”

“Yes. If he can't do anything and can't do evil anymore. I'm not scared. Besides, I have no reason not to apologize to him. With the incident like that already gave him a lesson as well as punishment. Why do I add punishment again with hate he continues?”

Arki smiling. “Keep that's why are you even hard to forgive me? Same stepmother you are easy sorry, why not me?”

“That's right ... different .. if you are the same ..” Gita stamped and lost reason.

“Hmm? How different?”

“If you are equally affectionate between girls to boys. If my stepmother is the same because I have been used to living since childhood with her.”

“I don't know.”

“I don't understand either! Don't ask any more questions!” the word Gita suddenly became an emotion.

Arki just chuckled behind his wheel. Feeling a strange tug on his chest. Actually he understands what Gita means. Feelings of affection in a partner are difficult compared to feelings of affection in parents. Basically, Gita and herself are strangers who have just tried to accept each other. Gita and her stepmother have a much longer history. Even though they don't get along, they are still family.

“You're really a good woman,” said Arki stroked Gita's cheek with her thumb as she parked the car in front of the house. Arki removed the seatbelt and was about to get down from the car to open the fence.

“So you think I've been a bad girl all this time? Because I cheated you once, did I?” said Gita frowning annoyedly.

“That's not like that. Why do all things like to be made into problems?” ask Arki while grunting. He still doesn't understand why the Gita always triggers him to argue and spark emotions.

Arki releases the Gita seatbelt, pulling his arm so that their bodies come closer. Then direct his nape so that his face looks up. Within seconds their lips had clenched. Arki explored the oral cavity with his tongue, feeling a strange warmth and twinkling all over his body as he touched the Gita. The euphoria and pleasant signals to relieve the emotions that would have been heightened as the Gita began to create trouble. Yes, it's better to silence Gita with a kiss than to have her argue.

“Pak Arki has come home? Same as Bu Gita coming home?” said Mr. RT while tapping on the car glass next to Arki.

Arki immediately let go of his kiss. Again and again. His activities were interrupted by the arrival of people who broke their concentration to touch his wife.

Arki pulled down the windshield and made small talk with the enthusiastic-looking man. He also asks a lot about the Gita and all the unpleasant events he heard from Arki. Gita answered according to the scenario and her husband's direction, so that Mr. RT believe.

After parking the car in the garage, Arki quickly entered the house following Gita. He found the woman standing in the living room. It might feel strange after months of leaving his residence. A look of longing is implied from Gita's face. However, Arki did not have time for such a sentimental thing.

Without warning, Arki immediately carried Gita to the room. He didn't want to spend any more time peppering with his wife. There have been many bullies who make his patience as thin as paper is broken in a row. The tiny body of Arki lay on the bed. Gita just laughed at the annoyed expression of Arki who has not lost because of his kiss again disturbed due to the arrival of people.

“You can't say anything yet. Now I am still not healthy,” said Gita while smiling looking at the husband who is now on his body.

“Keep you think I'll do you straight after I get out of the hospital?”

“Yes, your brain is just dirty things.”

“Enak! The contents of my brain are not dirty. But it's a fun thing we can both enjoy.”

Gita chuckled amusedly hearing it. His heart suddenly thumped uncontrollably. For a long time he had not felt anything like this back. Staring at her husband's soot-black bead up close, with a blaze of passion she's not trying to hide.

Gita used to be so afraid to look into those eyes this close and feel a puff of breath hunting in front of her face. Now Gita wants it. Staring at Arki lingered. Even forever.

“If anyone bothers you again. The damn thing I will hit straight away,” said Arki fiery.

One move had already made their lips latch back. Repeating a cut-off kiss. Now it's longer, deeper, wilder and more sweeping. Like a thousand years of quenching thirst. Arki enjoyed it. Exploring Gita's beautiful body in her grasp.