Bima's Second Wife

chapter 112

Dena put me on the bed. Covering me to the chest, I slept curled up with my head almost touching my knees. From the corner of my eye I saw that he was picking up all my clothes, and keeping his shoes in place. And I heard the clinking of glass that fell to the floor. Surely at this time Dena is cleaning the origami box.

This is not the first time I have been like this. Dena knew about Una long before we decided to get married. Patiently all this time he guided me to keep thinking sanely. Makes me enjoy my real life, not enjoy the shadow that's been following me. I don't even know how Una is now. Whether he is married or not. Whether he thinks of me or not.

I fell asleep still wearing the shirt and pants I was wearing this afternoon.

The bima pov end.

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Dena looked at the sleeping husband's nilar curled up, on the rubbing of Bima's cheeks that began to grow fine feathers. Dena smiled wryly. For years trying to make Bima forget her past love, but in fact love is strong. While Bima himself always denied with his feelings. What else to try if not love his name? Maybe the girl was Bima's first love that she didn't realize.

Dena stared at the pink origami in her grasp, meaning that it had been eighteen years that Bima had kept. Not a short time to remember the little girl.

Had she been that little girl, Dena would have been happy, with no shadow of anyone else in her household life.

Dena went to her study room with origami that always overshadowed Bima. Take one of the same wooden boxes as the one that destroyed her husband. This is the twelfth box Bima has destroyed since their marriage.

Anyone thinks his life is happy with Bima. Yes happy if without a shadow of the little girl who always frustrates Bima, especially Bima feel guilty for hearing the two parents of the girl died because of being killed. He felt very bad and blamed himself for not being able to look after the girl.

Weird right?

Is it because of the promise that Bima mentioned first?

Without feeling the tears Dena dripped into his lap. Dena sobbing. Feels painful. But he has promised to make Bima happy.

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"Morning, mas." Bima smiled as she saw the woman before her smiling sweetly. With a blanket covering his body. Looks tired in the face of the wife.

"Morning." Bima's voice sounded raucous.

"Where?" Dena sat down, she shrugged her shoulders.

"Whatever's important today I want us to exercise. Umm, the garden can." exclaimed Dena.

"OKAY. I'll go to the bathroom first." Dena nodded. Bima went to the bathroom ten minutes later she came out and prepared to wear pants and t-shirts and sports shoes. While Dena who was ready from earlier came down to prepare warm milk for Bima.

Bima downed her warm milk before they went to the lake.

The atmosphere of the lake this afternoon is quite crowded because many people are exercising in the morning there, or enjoy the sunrise. Some of them are cool with their friends or family.

Bima and Dena walked leisurely. It was far enough away that it made them both sweat.

Dena did not stop looking at every child she met there. Then smile. Bima understands Dena's direction of view. Of course because right now all Dena wants is a child she can't give through Lily.

A cute toddler walks with his parents. His steps were shaken every now and then he fell, but not to the point of crying. He tried to get back on his feet to help his father and then walked back. His steps stopped looking right at Dena who was also looking at him. His round eyes instantly narrowed along with his laughter which made Dena smile full of longing. The father held the tiny hand and slightly pulled it until the toddler continued his small steps. Together with his mother's father, the toddler walked away.

Dena's eyes started to glaze over. Bima held Dena's hand tightly.

"Follow yuk!" exclaimed Bima, without waiting for Dena's answer he pulled Dena to a place.

"Well?!" exclaim Bima then drove forward the bike he rented by piggybacking Dena behind him. Dena hugged Bima's stomach tightly. Her lips covered a happy smile.

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Sorry, the clothes are not fitting. 😅😅😅. (author)