Sharing Love: Love Me Once Only
Unaltered

"Gita has filed for divorce. Congratulations, you will finally be happy with your lover!", Anisa again stepped away.

Danar's legs are squeezed, his body feels powerless. What he feared finally happened. Gita has filed for divorce. And they'll be separated soon.

With a shunt, Danar leaves Anisa's house. He drives his car with a mindless mind. Regret filled his heart. As the saying goes, regret always happens later. And now, he feels that.

His phone again rang but Danar ignored him completely. His mind was still on the Gita. The shadow of Gita rolled up on the ground until it fell on the ground floor again filling his head, let alone a lot of blood coming out of the woman's body. Danar remembered everything clearly. How the Gita whimpers about enduring the pain of having to lose their child.

Unknowingly the man was crying, he regretted all his actions. Not only would she lose a child, she would soon lose a Gita as well.

Danar stared at the two-story building, the house Anisa bought as a gift for her wedding to Gita. The man smiled in remembrance of all his deeds to his first wife.

*I just love Dance.

Until I die, I won't have a child from you.

I'll show you who I want.

Who's the father of your baby.

The baby is not my son*.

The pieces of hurtful words he said to Gita were ringing again. Danar only realized that he was so cruel.

"I'm sorry Git, I'm sorry. I'm sorry!", he said in tears.

I don't know how long Danar cried in the car. He kept remembering all his evil deeds to his wife. At exactly 23:00 Danar got out of the car, he stepped in with eyes staring around his house. Danar remembered very well, how the happy expression of Gita when she first set foot in this house. Also the expression of his disappointment because Danar left him right on their night.

"Mas, you're finally home!",

Danar stared at Tari, the woman hugging him. But Danar was reluctant to return his second wife's embrace.

"Mas, you're fine right?", he asked worriedly. Dance watched Danar closely.

"Why don't you pick up my phone?", he asked again

"Mas, answer!", said Tari with a slight shout.

"I'm tired, go home to the apartment!".", Danar stepped in regardless of Dance

"Are you thinking about Gita?", Danar immediately stopped his steps, "He must be ... !",

"Stop instigating me Dance", cut Danar quickly, "Follow your incitement, I'm getting dark in the eyes. I accused Gita like you said. I even had to lose my son!!", snapped Danar

"Why do you blame me?. I will tell you the truth!!", bela Tari does not accept

"But everything you accuse is not true. You're just slandering Gita, and as a result of that slander, I must lose my son and my wife!",

Dari's face flushed red, she grew even more annoyed as Danar continued to blame her.

"I'm also your wife, don't forget that. Besides, I can be a better wife than Gita. If she chooses to leave you, there is still me!", replied Tari casually.

Danar ignored Tari again, he chose to go into his room. More precisely, his room with Gita. It was still a clear picture of the warmth they had passed together. Danar's heart was as if sliced to the fact that he was about to lose the woman.

Danar felt a warm hand touch. The man closed his eyes feeling a caress in his chest.

"Mas, it's been a long time since we've spent the night together!",

Deg

That's not the voice of the Gita. Danar immediately stopped the hand of Dance who was still touching her chest.

"Why?", asked Tari wonder. Because usually Danar always likes his touch

"I want to take a shower!", Danar said flatly, then went into the bathroom.

Dance stomped her legs irritated, only this time Danar refused. Not discouraged, Dari follows Danar to the bathroom. The woman walked slowly but surely.

Clamps

Danar looks like he's flushing his body under the shower. The man doesn't know if Tari follows him into the bathroom. Dance took off her clothes then hugged Danar tightly.

"You miss you!", whispered spoiled Dance

Danar just flinching. His mind was still on the Gita. The dance that saw no response from her husband did not remain silent. He kissed Danar greedily. As a normal man, Danar is tempted. He grabbed his wife by the waist and began to pull himself together.

"Mas, slow down!", dance ink. But Danar ignored him, he played rough. Until a long groan indicates if the Danar has reached the top. After that, he cleaned himself up and then came out of the bathroom without looking at Dari who was still in pain.

All because of that damn woman. I got hit. Mas Danar turned rude to me. May she never come back for Mas Danar to be mine. Bathin Dance

Danar put on his clothes and threw himself into bed. He looked at the side of the bed next to him. The place where the Gita usually sleeps. The shadow of her sweet smile, her meritorious cheeks even her soft voice danced in Danar's remembrance.

"I miss you Git, miss you so much!",