Forgive Me, Love

125. One hundred twenty-five

The next morning, Boby, Novia and Baby Athar arrive at their home. It was seen that Susi welcomed their arrival in front of the main door.

" Aunty ..." call Novia who then walks quickly to hug bi Susi.

Bi Susi is like her mother. Novia misses this aunt. Bi Susi returned Novia's embrace.

" Novia kangen same aunt." said Novia still while hugging bi Susi.

" Aunty is also missing. But it seems like Novia is not so kangen. The proof, coming home from Jakarta was a long time ago, but did not see an aunt. "

Novia took off her embrace. " Sorry aunt. Novia needs a little time to think ", Novia said, flicking her finger.

Bi Susi nodded in understanding the intent of Novia.

Boby noticed his wife's interaction with the waiter at his house with a warm smile. He did not choose the wrong wife. His wife never differentiates people. All the same in his eyes.

Athar, who was in his papa's arms, looked at his mother.

" Young master." call Susi bi to Athar.

" Young master sih bi. I'm thinking "the Novia protest.

" Den Athar if so, "reply to aunt.

Novia shakes. Bi Susi walked closer towards Athar. Then pinch Athar's puffed cheeks gently.

" Let den Athar a fat aunt. "

Boby nods with a smile and hands Athar to Susi.

" Aksan's at home, right? " ask Boby.

Aksan is a driver from Boby's office who he will now make a driver at his home. It has been since Novia wanted to go home from Jakarta Aksan first started working in that house.

He is a good and honest young man. She has an old mother. So if at night he is not needed, then he will go home. Because her mother lives alone.

" There's a mas. Again in the back. "

" Please bring Novia ya bi's stuff. It's in the trunk. "

" No, " replied aunt.

Bi Susi walks into the house holding Athar to call Aksan.

Boby walked closer to Novia. He grabbed his wife's waist and invited the wife into the house.

" Aksan who is mas? " ask Novia.

" He used to be an office driver. But now I'm asking him to be our family driver. "

" You never use a driver anywhere. I can drive myself too. "

" There's Athar now, baby. You won't be able to drive yourself. I also won't let you drive yourself now. Everywhere must be between Aksan. "

" Why is that? " asked Novia while turning her gaze towards her husband. " I used to not be able to drive, in buying a car, continue to be taught drive. How now??"

" Beda darling. I'm worried that you're driving by yourself. I don't want anything to happen to you. It's enough I've seen you sick, baby. " Boby returned Novia's eyes with a sad look.

Seeing the look of Boby's eyes that were so soft and tender, as well as his words, made Novia's eyes glazed over. There was guilt in her heart for hurting and abandoning her husband.

" Hus, never cry again" said Boby gently, holding Novia's cheeks. " From now on, we should always smile and laugh. Tears should only be shed for happiness. Tears of happiness " continued Boby with a warm smile.

" Let's go in. "take Boby with Novia's hand. " Welcome home, honey" he continued, kissing Novia's cheek when they reached home.

Right after the kiss show, Aksan passed by. " Excuse me, sir, madam. "

" San, please take all my wife and daughter's belongings in the car. You put it in my room." asked Boby.

" good, sir. Excuse me. "exact Aksan.

" Why was he taken to your room? Lt's..."

No time Novia finished her words, Boby cut ', "There is no room from now on. Which has our room. Me, you, and our son will sleep in the same room. Hem?! " said Boby gently while raising both eyebrows.

Boby takes Novia to go deeper into the house. There's been some change in layout. And there are some furniture that is replaced. Almost all new furniture is green. Novia's favorite color.

Boby took her to the backyard. The atmosphere of the garden is new. What used to be a garden there were only a few pots of plants, now the garden is magic into a garden with a variety of colorful flowers. Because Boby does not know what Novia's favorite flower is.

" Wuaaahhh, very beautiful mas. " said Novia amazed.

" You like it? But I'm sorry I didn't know your favorite flowers, so I planted a bunch of flowers."

" No pa-pa mas. I liked. It's really like it. I don't have a favorite flower. As long as the flower has a beautiful color, I would love it. Thanks mas. " Novia said as she looked at Boby.

Boby nodded and smiled.

" Then, why is the furniture inside also changed? Isn't the furniture that used to be all good?"

" I want a new atmosphere. Because we're going to start with a new one. "

Novia mangosteen. " Once again, thank you mas." said Novia who then hugged her husband's waist tightly. And her husband returned the embrace.

" I love you, baby" said Boby, peeping the veil-covered top of Novia's head.

Novia nodded in response to Boby's feelings. He still did not dare to reply to Boby's expression of love with his words.

" Now, let's take a look at our room. "

Novia nodded. Then they join hands back and enter the house together. Boby led him into the room.

The atmosphere of Boby's room also changed completely. The room that once seemed masculine with the dominant color black and white, now the room becomes more colorful. There is a baby basket next to the king-sized main bed.

" You also changed the color of your room? "

" New mood as well. You likey? "

Novia nodded immediately. But then he said, "But why should there be a baby sleeping basket here? I don't want to be separated from Athar. Pity him for sleeping alone."

Novia's mood became sad.

" Dear, listen. Athar, stay asleep with us. In that bed. But I also think, emmmm. if for example we are acting, then pity the little one. Must be disturbed sleep. "tease Boby. " Because of his mother's sigh." whispered.

It makes Novia's face red with embarrassment. Boby really liked seeing Novia's red face blushing like that. He also pinched both cheeks Novia slowly. It was even more to make the red color blush Novia cheeks more lit.

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Sorry brother, the author may not be able to update every day, because the author must take care of a sick father.

Please pray yes brother.may the author's father be cured...So the author can update every day....