Forgive Me My Wife
Not Want to Part

In the middle of that journey. Prasetya was about to go to Hanin's house. He stopped his car on the side of the highway. At that time Pras saw there was a flower shop on the side of the road. Then, an idea flashed through Pras mind.

Pras bought a bouquet of flowers from the flower shop.

He intended to give the flower to Hanin. And that he would do every morning when he was about to leave for the office.

It was part of Pras' plan to melt the heart of the woman he loved so much. For Hanin to abandon her intention to divorce.

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Pras has now arrived at Hanin's house. He immediately got out of the car and eagerly wanted to meet his wife and son Ali.

Holding a beautiful bouquet of flowers. Prasetya walked confidently towards the door of his in-laws house.

After being opened by Art. Prasetya then went straight in and immediately rushed towards the dining room.

I knew his father was coming. Ali who was sitting on the dining table chair immediately sipped from the chair and shouted to Prasetya.

"Dad!" exciting Ali.

Ali then rushed straight to Pras.

Pras welcomed the arrival of the child by clutching Ali's tiny body with anxiety.

"Hi champ." said Pras to Ali, then he immediately scooped Ali into his carrier.

By walking while holding Ali on the right side Pras walked towards the dining room with a bouquet of flowers in the other hand.

Pras at the dinner table. Pras sat Ali back in the chair.

"Good morning my wife, I brought you a beautiful flower" Pras said, then he placed the bouquet of flowers he had brought on the side of Hanin's plate.

Hanin just silently did not answer Pras's greeting. He only glanced at the flower bouquet that Pras had placed before him.

"Ali, continue your breakfast." Hanin ordered his son.

"Yes Mother. Dad....Have you eaten?" ali asked Prasetya's father.

"Well, it just so happens that I haven't had breakfast at home." Pras then glanced towards Hanin.

"Honey, I left early in the morning from home to deliberately stop by here. So, I had no time for breakfast. I can eat here" Prasetya told Hanin.

"Aunty in the house doesn't cook." Asked Hanin with his indifference.

"Since you left home. I rarely eat at Han's house. You know, I'm used to eating your cooking. Look, now I'm so skinny like this. Because what, because I'm not taken care of with you." Prasetya said.

"I miss your Han's fried rice. Could you please make some fried rice for Mas. Please.." pinta Pras seemed to plead. Since there was Ali, Hanin should be able to keep his attitude on Pras.

And finally, inevitably Hanin stood up from his chair and then he stepped into the kitchen.

In my heart, Pras was very happy. Because Hanin went to the kitchen to make himself fried rice.

Hanin then placed the plate of fried rice right in front of her husband.

"Thank you dear" said Pras, who was holding Hanin's hand and kissing her gently.

Hanin could only resign when his hands were kissed by Pras.

"I miss moments like this. Sitting three enjoying breakfast."

"When do we go home, Mother? Why are we here so long?" ali asked the mother.

"Take Mommy to go home Al. I'm so lonely at home." Prasetya deliberately provoked the child to be able to persuade Hanin to return home.

"Yes, Mother, let's go home. Ali's been missing Ali's toys in the house." Ali Rengek.

"Our meal, baby. Mother lives first." replied Hanin, who instead he dodged.

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"Pbuh, is this part of Mas Pras' plan for me to undo my intention to cancel my divorce suit with Mas" Hanin said, at the time Prasetya was about to pass from his father-in-law's house to the office.

Hanin was holding Pras' steps back when they were on the porch of the house.

"Don't say Hanin's divorce. I don't like to hear that." Prasetya said firmly.

"I want to split up with you."

"But I don't want to split with you."

"If you don't want to be separated from me, it's Mas's business. But I want to split up." Hanin obviously looked brawny.

"Since when have you been so stubborn like this Han. Han, you are still my wife. We are still a couple. I know I was wrong. I want to fix it again. Give me a chance Hanin. I'm sure you still love me."

"I'm sorry, if I've been stubborn at this time. My heart is hard because I am too disappointed with Mas Prasetya. It's not about love. But this is about Mas's wounds."

"I'll give you as much time as Han can. Think Ali, he still needs us both to be on one roof educating him. If we split up. He'll be confused. Now he has started to growl. Why are her parents not together. How about later, if we're really apart. I can't imagine Hanin. Ali used to joke with me all the time. When we split up. It will disappear from him. It is my fault. And so, I want to fix it."

"There's no guarantee Mas won't do the same" Hanin said.

"You can make a proposal or an agreement or whatever. If you want to sign it. As a form of agreement, if I break you can be free to do anything with me. And I'll obey."

"Here you go, I'd better try to accept my decision."

"I will not accept your unilateral decision. I'm not gonna yell at you Han. Never will." insisted Prasetya while holding back his emotions.

For a moment they were silent, No one spoke at all.

"I'm leaving first. Assalamualaikum." said Pras, who then suddenly put a sweet kiss on Hanin's forehead.

After anchoring the kiss to Hanin's forehead. Pras rushed to his car.