Forgive Me My Wife
Hugging The Fruit of the Heart

Bima was sitting on the left side while Viona was on the right side of Nara's bed. Nara's fever is still not down, even though the drug was given an hour ago.

“Why is the heat still not coming down huh, Mas? Viona grabbed Nara's arm and stuck it on her cheek, a sad hue as well as guilt so vividly imprinted on her face. Any mother must have reacted the same when she saw her baby hurt.

“Pattern, Vi. Maybe the medicine has not reacted completely. The important thing is handled well, we both ber’a berveya for Nara's recovery. Later we will call again nurses and doctors if the next few hours are still no development.”

“Nara so sick this must be due to lack of attention from me these last two days.” Viona swept her fingers at the end of her eyes that were wet with tears again.

“Do not blame yourself, you also seem not okay.” Bima reached out to touch the back of Viona's left hand, which was stroking Nara's leg.

Rima and Abdul enter the room followed by Juna behind him. The three of them approached the bed, Juna clenched his hands to see Bima holding hands with Viona.

“You just go home. There are we waiting for Nara here, besides Juna has also come, your task is done to persuade Nara to want to be infus”, said Abdul flat on Bima.

Bima released her hand and then stood up. “Sorry Om. This time I will stay here. There's no way I can go home quietly while Nara is sick and needs me.” Bima said still with a low tone and polite but pushy.

“Please Well. I want Mas Bima here. My son is sick and wants to be with his father,” pinta Viona while looking straight at Abdul.

Juna now stepped forward standing at the side of the bed where Viona was and greeted the rolled Nara.

“Nara,” call Juna. Honestly, Juna was worried, after all, he had been watching Nara's growth and development all this time, many things they passed together.

“Papi Juna,” greet the boy as he blinked his eyes.

“Nara is cemented by Papi or want? Let Bima's father go home, will be briefly Papi also become Nara's father,” he said was too brave. Having the full support of Abdul made him a big head.

“Juna!” Viona looked angry. “Stop discussing it at a time like this!”

The boy shook his head slowly then smiled at Juna despite being weak. “Nara wants to be with Daddy Bima, same Mother only,” he replied.

Juna's jaws hardened at Nara's reply, only to be ashamed if the adults seemed to debate the words of the little boy. Nara should be more attached to him, right? Remembering him had been around him for a long time.

However, in reality the boy was even more sticky to Bima, even though their togetherness was only a corn, the attachment of blood relations was more powerful than he expected. It happened because Bima loved Nara very much, only once had a khilaf when under the power of the illicit goods. Another story if a father does not love his son, although the same blood flows, then sometimes the attachment naturally is not created.

“Juna, you better go home. What Nara needs now is me and Mas Bima. I hope you also understand and postpone our unfinished problems. Please, for now I want to focus on my son's recovery, so don't argue here. If anything happens to Nara because of Daddy's selfishness, I'd rather die!” resolutely Viona with trembling lips and eyeballs that regained a deep well.

Such is a mother, when it is felt that her child is in danger, then as gently as any day she will turn into a ferocious lioness for the safety of the child.

“Viona!’ abdul snapped with a raised voice. Rima immediately held her husband, she began to tire of Abdul's stubborn attitude.

Bima was also quite shocked by Viona's unusual reaction.

Father.. Mother,” Nara groaned softly to stop the heated feud in the room. Since then he moved restlessly the effects of his body temperature were still high.

Bima bowed and brought her face closer to the child as well as Viona. “What's Daddy's Son?” ask Bima softly.

“Bobo pengen, but while being hugged by Daddy the same Bunda” he said while moaning uneasy and uncomfortable.

Viona re-stands her body.

“For Nara, give us space and time. With all due respect, please leave us, Nara needs a break.” The petite woman emphasized each of her words with a hardened expression, only this time did Viona insist.

Abdul who originally wanted to protest immediately stopped by Rima, Juna finally came out even though he was not willing.

“Dad... Mother...” Rintih Nara again. “Bobo.”

“Come, we bobo,” said Viona gently full of love for the baby.

VVIP beds are large enough to fit two to three adults. Bima rose lying on the left side and Viona on the right side, do not forget to keep paying attention to the infusion hose so as not to disturb the circulation.

Viona leads the baby to read do’a before going to bed and kiss the head of Nara who still feels hot, followed by Bima who also does the same thing. The boy smiled happily even though his head was dizzy and his entire body was weak. He slid his face into Bima's chest, while his hands, freed from the infusion, held Viona's hands, holding her.

*****

Juna sat in a long iron chair outside the room, trying to dampen his anger not to explode in front of Abdul so as not to leave a bad impression. The fact that inside there Viona and Bima were together despite Nara made a scout bonfire in the mountains move to her head instantly.

Abdul follows sitting next to Juna, while Rima is in the parking lot to meet the driver, ordering him to go to Viona's house with Bik Yati to bring the completeness and Nara's change of clothes.

“The trick is only three days away, all preparations are almost complete. It's just how about Nara still getting sick when the engagement day arrives, Om?” Juna was chatting with Abdul who was sitting next to him.

“May Nara be healed when that day comes. But, don't worry, if for example Nara is still sick it's easy. The important thing is that Viona is present when changing rings, although she cannot follow the event until it is finished?”

“Iya Om. That's all that matters.” Juna smiled broadly, his obsession of tying Viona up even though just by the status of a fiancee had already made him feel possessed.

“Did your parents know about the date from the previous one?”

“Su-already Om. Of course it is,” replied Juna a little hesitant for lying. “But they plan to come in hari_H only, constrained busy which is quite dense.”

“Tak problems.” Abdul patted Juna on the shoulder with a smile. “Oh yes Jun. about investing in your friend's company, Om plans to add more in large quantities. Om believes your choice will not be wrong, considering your foresight in investing is always profitable,” he said proudly.

“I have also increased the amount of investment there, about two days ago. After the engagement we can meet him again, he is currently in Banten to review the factory land."

Their conversation stopped when Rima returned and patted Abdul on the shoulder. “Yeah, there's something I want to talk about, it's important.” The serious look on Rima's face made Abdul frown, his wife very rarely had this expression.

"Speak here, Mom,” said Abdul who felt his chat show with Juna was interrupted.

“It's a very personal thing. I want to talk alone.” Rima forced, not hiding her desire.

“Ya. Where do you want to talk?” Abdul got up and buttoned his jacket.

“Outside only, in hospital side garden.”