Forgive Me My Wife
Honeymoon

Viona set herself in front of the mirror, she dressed so beautifully before heading out for a walk to the beach. Fifteen minutes ago Bima sent a text message that she was on her way back to the hotel and asked to meet in the lobby alone so as not to waste time.

This afternoon Viona wears a long-sleeved top combined with jeans. The dark yellow top is so snugly attached. It fits perfectly and matches the color of its skin, making it look amazingly stunning as well as shining. Her hair rolled up neatly. Framing her beautiful face and revealing her neckline.

He glimpsed a fancy watch that coiled sweetly on his wrist. Viona snatched her bag, rushed out of the hotel room and ran around in the direction of the elevator. Pushed a button towards the ground floor, letting the iron-plated box thing take him down.

Unlike the young couples who want to meet the appointment with her, Viona is so enthusiastic while occasionally checking her makeup. Worried that something is not neat or messy, want to look flawless perfect in front of his man.

Elevator clanking. As soon as the door opened Viona rushed out. He arrived at the lobby coinciding with Bima who had just got off the car, Viona accelerated her pace and scattered on Bima.

Embrace and be snatched by his beloved wife. Viona smiled and began to get used to the friendly treatment of Bima to him who now did not hesitate to show affection wherever he was, as if patenting that Viona was his whole.

“Why are you so beautiful? Makes me not eager to take a walk and want to lock yourself with you in the room.” Bima tightened her embrace and clucked lazily.

Viona pinched her man's muscular stomach while putting on a pouting face. “Just this afternoon it's a walking schedule, stop thinking about farming activities, Mr. Tani!” grumpy said.

Bima let out a laugh. Viona who was grumbling with a pouting face even looked funny in her eyes.

“Alright, Ms. Tani. Mr. Tani will be silent for a moment from the desire to sow seeds even though it feels difficult if the field is as beautiful and sexy as this.” Bima whispered pervertedly in the remains of her laughter.

“Let's go now, Mas. I'm looking forward to.”

The beautiful woman half dragged Bima. The two join hands with their mesra and walk barefoot along the waterfront, soaking in a sense of peace that creeps in as the sole of the foot treads in direct contact with fine white sand grains. Equipped with a fresh taste when the waves hit gently wet the feet, letting nature combine love with their bodies, accompanied by a melodious syahdu symphony of birds chirping in the afternoon.

Many couples also do similar activities. Viona did not miss the opportunity, taking many pictures using the Canon Camera hanging around her neck. So enthusiastic about capturing every corner in the image capture. Viona also asked other visitors to aim at the camera posing together with Bima.

It has become a secret umun, for most men are not too fond of taking pictures as well as Bima. However, in order to fulfill the wishes of her beloved woman Bima gave up, letting herself be photographed as much as Viona wanted. They pose friendly, and in the last few photos Bima accidentally kissed Viona's cheeks without cue.

Their smiles were engraved on Viona's beautiful face, not receding even though her feet were getting tired and the skin of her soles was wrinkled, because it was continuously splashed and submerged in sea water for more than an hour. They ended their activities along the beach, decided to rest in the place that has been provided along the beach, a place to enjoy the beautiful sunset combined with the beautiful arches of the horizon and stunning glowing golden clouds.

Viona and Bima sat down side by side. They ordered two servings of young coconut water to relieve thirst, wash the thirsty throat caused by the event was walking. While waiting for the sunset Viona checked the photos in her camera. She giggled amusedly, because her husband's face was more rigid and awkward. Except in the last three photos, a locked image capture there is able to make Viona blush instantly, as Bima kisses her cheek-friendly without notice.

“Mas is not talented as a photo model,” led Viona while still focusing on looking at the results of camera shots.

Crisp laughter just broke out, Viona shook her head, inexhaustible with Bima now.

In the past Bima was a figure far from the word warm, his emotions were often unstable and sometimes overflowed uncontrollably. While Bima who is now a calmer figure, has good control. It's just that it turns into a pervert and likes to tease him with vulgar sentences, but those sentences are only thrown specifically for him.

“Haish... perverted basis!” decak Viona while punching Bima's arm

“But I like vulgar words with you, honey.” Bima whispered while blowing on Viona's ear so that his wife begged.

“Wordid hobby.”

“But you like right, hmm?” goda Bima then embraces Viona to sit closer and closer to her.

“Entah what virus did Mas give me, so it makes me not hate when your mouth said that kind of.” Viona stuffed a straw into her mouth and gulped down the young coconut water that was directly served from the fruit.

“You've been completely contaminated, and the antidote is only on me" he whispered again.

Viona chuckled, leaning herself against Bima's chest and the two nailed their eyes to space.

Their togetherness in Bali is now smacked more sweet and memorable than the honeymoon event before when to the Maldives. It is not the place that makes the atmosphere feel amazingly beautiful, but with whom we go and side by side in the same taste.

They're chuckling. Enjoying the beautiful knotted togetherness, step by step covered the gaping memory holes everywhere using a pile of love that burst forth.

The two now knit in despair with a stronger thread. Made of sorry fibers and sincerity twists, it also stitches sincere love with compassion, reuniting as neat as possible the bond that was once torn.

The scars may still be similar to wounds on our outer skin, but when the heart decides to apologize and forgive, then the marks will be a reinforcement that makes it not easily waver.

Throwing away the ego of venturing out to apologize for a mistake made is a commendable act, but the one who forgives is far nobler on it. Wh why? For forgiveness is not just about throwing away the ego. But also trying to get rid of heartache and disappointment so as not to settle into a grudge in the chest, which can result in a blackened heart invites submission to anger.

The sun began to set, the beautiful glowing binaries dotted the horizon, waving their lights like greetings until they met again, in a gleaming dance before passing away.