Forgive Me My Wife
Move over

The day of the move arrived, along with the event of pengajian tasyakur according to Viona's wishes. They moved only carrying suitcases filled with clothes, because all the facilities of the house have been prepared as complete as possible.

Rima and Annisa are so enthusiastic, preparing this and that for the purpose of thanksgiving especially dishes for the guests. Lecturers, interpreters do’a also Qiroat, were also invited to this event. Abdul and Malik were so excited to invite them, wanted to move Bima and family to his old house filled with blessing.

Do’a is best served solemnly by all attendees, guaranteeing every good hope led by a designated do'a interpreter. Ask for blessings for the house that will be inhabited by Bima family again. Hopefully this house becomes a place that is at home in its place is also comfortable to use in order to achieve the main household purpose, namely sakinah mawaddah warahmah. Viona even shed tears haru, cherish marriage in a solid braid that he coveted one by one began to materialize like do’a and the hope that has been promised so far to the Creator in a strand of tears.

The great families of both sides as well as the relatives were all cheering up, the aura of joy emanating so vividly from the faces present there. The event was held after Dzuhur time and completed one hour before Asar. All say goodbye home is no exception also the parents of Viona and Bima.

“May your household always be filled with happiness and blessings. Our best do'a is endlessly gushing for you at all times,” Annisa said as she stroked Viona's head and stared smilingly at her son.

“Aamiin. Thank you, Ma.” Viona hugged her mother-in-law, so grateful because from a long time ago until now Annisa always loved her never changed.

“Hopefully good news also soon follows, so that Nara has a friend playing in this big house.” Malik chimed in accompanied by rarity.

“We're home now. Later if there is free time we have to cook and make cakes together.”

Annisa and Malik say goodbye, not forgetting the kiss for the beloved granddaughter who fell asleep on the sofa due to fatigue. Rima and Abdul did the same. Then also resigned and the car pair besan went to drive in tandem.

Since the event began, Nara has been running around actively in the park area. He was so happy because the house he would occupy now has a wide playground, wider and more complete than the playground at his Kindergarten school. All the rides tried. From the start of the slide, seesaw, trampoline and also others.

After nearly an hour of play, the cute boy was finally exhausted. Falling asleep on the sofa in the middle room after sipping a glass of cold milk awaited Bik Yati who always faithfully accompanied and took care of him.

Shortly after, a car entered the garage. The newly relaxed Viona sat leaning against the sofa where Nara was asleep, re-enforcing her back. Standing up and stepping out to see whose car was coming, as he remembered the whole family that was invited all attended the thanksgiving event and no one was late.

Viona's forehead was faintly wrinkled. He saw about four women in waiter uniforms and two unidentified men bowing politely and greeting him.

“Mistress, from today we are assigned to work in this house to serve you,” said one of the women in the uniform of the waiter was polite.

“Be-work here?” Viona looked confused instead, then a moment later turned wary.

He had already brought Bik Yati and one driver to help in this house, but suddenly came six unidentified people claiming that they were assigned to serve him.

“Iya Mistress. Pak Bima who assigned us.”

“Iya, darling. I hired them to work here.”

Bima's voice emerged from behind Viona's back. The tall man approached and embraced his wife. Viona still looked confused. She looked up and looked at her husband with a questionable face.

“You come in and immediately do the task of each,” Bima's word to the six of them.

"Good, sir." Simultaneously everything was obedient and passed into the house.

“For what did Mas hire that many people at home?” viona asked after there were only the two of them on the terrace.

“Come, we're talking inside.” Bima smiled sweetly. Pulling Viona's waist back inside the house. The two of them sat on the living room sofa, tearing themselves side by side right across from where Nara was asleep.

“I hired them to work at our house. If only Bik Yati who does homework would be overwhelmed. This house is a few times larger than the house you lived with Nara. I want Bik Yati to focus on keeping Nara as long as we are busy with our respective activities outside the house. I also do not want you to be tired and troubled because there are too many things to take care of. Let them do all the housework. Two of the men, one was a gardener and the other was a backup driver,” clearly Bima at length.

“Mmm... but can I still make and serve it with my own hands? While I still have time.” Viona expressed her opinion. As usual, if you are at home Viona still wants to serve her handmade food for her husband and child.

“Of course, I know that. After all, your cooking is the best ever, because it is filled with your love and affection in it. It's just that for others let the waiter do the work, you just give orders and direct. I want when at home, you just focus on taking care of Nara, also I of course,” whisper sensual full meaning to make Viona a little bearded because the ticklish taste of Bima's warm breath sweeping her earlobes.

“Ck... ck.. ck. What to take care of.” Viona gave a smile, pretending not to understand the words her husband whispered.

“Hey...who said. I'm also your baby that you have to take care of and pamper,” he said sulking and landed a kiss of anxiety on Viona's neck made the beautiful woman laugh.

“But this baby is dangerous, it is difficult to wean it. If in general the babies are only two years old only depend on nutrition for the mother, but a baby like this will continue to stick throughout his life.” Viona giggled amusedly with a reddened face from feeling ashamed of her own words.

“Because you have admitted that I am your baby, then, I ask for my nutrition now,” his sigh is hoarse while sticking his nose and lips to the nape of the woman he hugged. Viona was still chuckling, gradually began to get carried away, before finally the Asar adhan reverberated to stop their activities that were seducing each other.