Forgive Me My Wife
Marry Me, Again
“Sita, I was told to pick up clothes for Miss Viona.” Adrian goes straight to the boutique when he gets an order from his boss.
“This, Sir.” Sita handed me a light purple paper bag. Adrian immediately took it and did not linger there.
“What's really going on? Last afternoon Pak Bima came here, kept on asking Bu Viona at ready for clothes, but who took Adrian secretary Pak Bima. Though Bu Viona plans to be engaged to Mr. Arjuna.”
Sita seemed to think, tapping her index finger near the cashier's desk, but a moment later she shook her head as she felt dizzy herself.
“Bu Viona is lucky yes, surrounded by handsome guys and tajir,” murmured again. “Hey... do not know ah, the affairs of the rich make quail. Mending jajan boba aja.”
*****
“Vi...”.
Bima knocked on the guest room door. Before long the door opened a little and Viona just bent her head, because at this time she only wears a bathrobe with a towel on the head.
“This is her shirt.” Bima handed me a paper bag that read VN Fashion Collection.
Her eyes looked at her ex-husband without a blink. It looks like Bima also just finished bathing, so fresh with wet hair combed just anyhow, wearing a short-sleeved white shirt that pretty much prints his athletic body, combined with navy jogers. In a casual dress Bima looked increasingly sexy, and not hypocritical, Viona longed for the sturdy body caress again.
“Vi, here's the shirt.” Bima returned to voice because Viona was daydreaming.
“Eh. Thanks.” Viona was a little surprised.
“Quick get your clothes on, we'll have dinner before you go home. I've ordered food from the restaurant.”
Viona nodded awkwardly then closed the door. He leaned back behind the door, holding his chest that was pounding like it was being pounded. Falling in love for the second time in the same person makes millions of feelings rumble in his heart which is now springing back.
“Come, sit here.”
Bima was waiting at the dinner table. He pulled the chair next to him and patted him.
“Eat first while warm.” Bima scoops rice on Viona's plate, plus squid sauces and processed baby pokcoy all of which are Viona's favorite foods.
A smile ceaselessly adorned her beautiful face. Viona ate voraciously, feeling so loved and cared for by the man who was the sole occupant of her heart. Thirty minutes later they finished eating and Viona prepared to go home.
“Mas, I forgot. My car is still at Purnawarman.” Restaurant So surprised by the incident this afternoon, Viona even forgot the sedan that was still parked there.
“Mana keys. Later let my subordinates take it and take it to your house.”
“There are many Mas, today I am so much ngerepotin.” Viona lowered her head and sighed in a rough breath.
“Hei... not troublesome at all. Instead I am very happy, to be someone you can count on.” Bima stroked Viona's cheeks gently.
“Vi, there's something important I want to talk about, about us. It may be too rushed, but I don't want to keep it lgi.” Bima grabbed both of Viona's hands into her grasp. “Viona, marry me, again,” the door is as sincere.
Viona's body gasped. Her beautiful eyeballs immediately stared straight into the Milky Way, diving to the deepest trough, looking for sincerity that turned out to be crowded in there.
Haru's sense of happiness also creates a reaction in Viona, the results of symbiosis of the heart and also the exclamation of her brain that a nod of confidence accompanied by her lips moves to give an answer.
“Come, we get married, again.”