Forgive Me My Wife
Mr. Tani

Entering the time at eight pm Bima just returned to the hotel. It instantly ignites the gas once the entire core event series is complete. Friends and organizers held additional events to just have a casual conversation, but Bima chose to say goodbye early and did not want to linger there again because he had missed Viona. Drunk love really feels million, want to keep close together at all times.

As soon as he entered the hotel room where he was staying, the sleepy Viona greeted him. His wife looks beautiful in a knee-length white nightgown, also adorable because her heavy eyelids that want to keep her eyes closed even though Viona tried to open it.

Bima chuckled and embraced Viona into her arms. Walk along to the side of the bed and sit there. “If sleepy why not sleep first? No need to wait for me.”

Viona who was leaning in Bima's arms looked up in her heavy drowsiness. “But I want to see my husband's face first before giving up in a deep,” he said spoiled. Viona fingered the side of Bima's face and stroked her affectionately.

Both corners of the handsome man's lips were pulled upwards. His fatigue began to fall out in detail for a washing of the outpouring of love when his heart was spoiled on him, feeling needed and wanted.

“Now you've seen it, so sleep hmm.” Bima stroked Viona's arms up to her elbows repeatedly and kissed her cheeks affectionately.

“It looks like tonight the gardening event should be closed first, Mr. Tani. Sorry Mas, I'm incredibly sleepy,” muttered Viona softly with eyes closed, then drowned herself in the smell of her man, a scent that always made her feel so alive.

Bima laughs a little, his wife is just adorable every day. “Sleep, baby. We can grow crops in the fields tomorrow morning, right? Angap alone as a morning sport is also the breakfast opening menu,” Bima seductive accompanied by laughter.

Weak piety broke out from Viona's mouth, leaning more docked into Bima's arms, absorbing the security and terror of her beloved man as her sleep-guide.

“What's there free time tomorrow? I want to take a walk on the beach while holding hands with my husband while enjoying the afternoon sunset.” Viona said with her eyes closed, her consciousness began to sink the effects of drowsiness that afflicted her.

“Tomorrow the show is not too crowded, after finishing monitoring the exhibition I will be back soon, and accompany wherever my queen wants to go.”

A smile adorned Viona's face, in the minutes then her breath gradually smooth regular, it turns out that Viona had fallen deeply.

Bima understands, his wife needs to restore the condition before re-working the fields even though it never feels bored to cultivate and stock up. Today he was unusually tired, his brain and body energy was drained, so it seems like tonight should be used for the best rest.

When it felt Viona was completely lulled by his sleepiness. Bima carried him and laid him on the bed as quietly as possible and covered him. He then went to wash himself and changed clothes and joined the contest. Sneaking into the blanket, pulling his favorite warm, fragrant body to cuddle up and following a run into dreamland.

Early in the morning, the Yoga secretary who is more familiarly called Nia was shuffled from the bed in her boss' apartment after being harassed relentlessly and was not given the right to rest for a full night with uncivilized treatment.

Next to him looks Yoga who fell asleep in a bare-chested manner after being satisfied to vent his frustration because one by one the partners he worked with began to withdraw the product and ask for the cancellation of cooperation.

They would rather pay compensation than continue cooperation. The amount of cancellation compensation that was previously agreed with large companies only amounted to a small amount to attract interest. Unlike the deal he made for small and medium businesses, he put up a fairly high cancellation fund figure that certainly makes them think again repeatedly if they want to break the cooperation, he said, so inevitably meerka follow the policy of*H*omeshopping that feels increasingly suffocating from day to day.

Yoga is about what happened yesterday. Suddenly many big partners who filed for cancellation, even though before he could cover the matter of Sinar Abadi Group who no longer have a cooperative relationship with him, but before, but it seems that now they already know from nowhere the information was leaked when it was covered as much as possible.

Yoga also warned the secretary and his employees not to let the bank kiss the crisis that hit the company he led.

Burning with rage, he cursed and threw things in his office. Until finally as usual Nia was the target, half dragged forcibly to his apartment which had certainly ended up on the bed of the boss without being able to fight. Every time Yoga feels unhappy or angry, Nia is the one who ignites all her frustration.

There are bruises in some parts of his body due to the act of Yoga that plays rough. Nia grimaced dragging a step towards the bathroom with her body wrapped in a blanket. He was only used as a tool to impale a doll by his boss, can not go even though he wanted to, because Yoga chain him with threats.

To be honest, Nia could not stand it anymore, wanting to feel like she ran away and fled as far as possible. But if it does, then Yoga threatens to spread their indecent videos recorded Yoga secretly as late as. He is not ready to be judged by the public, especially if his sickly parents in the village know about the immoral things, no matter what will happen later. Nia could not imagine and bear the disappointment of her parents.

Nia who is innocent and innocent, stuck in the game and traps of the Yoga jerk at that time. He was careless and too soluble in the charm of the land crocodile that turned out to be poisonous. The bait is sweet, but it turned out to be venomous, making him unable to free himself from the shackles that Yoga wrapped around his neck until now.

Looking at her pitiful self in the mirror. Nia felt disgusted at her own body, feeling dirty everywhere because she could not resist the dirty hands Yoga touched her. Crying silently lamenting fate while biting his lips hard so that his painful stuff does not gush out.

How long do I have to be like this? If it's any longer I'll lose my sanity. Is there still a way for me to be free from these black shackles? His screams in the heart.

Turning on the shower and standing below it, he looked up to let the water wash over himself stained, with the tears that came pouring down accompanied by the shriek of pain from his heartwarming.