Sharing Love: The First Wife's Pilu Story
Finally fell too

Now who's crazy? Aya who loves Randu from a long time ago, or Randu who is willing to fall for an Aya, the girl who became his best friend since adolescence. The girl who always helps him and Mahesa is in a difficult situation. 

Aaaa

It seems that Aya does not believe if Randu is willing to sacrifice for himself, throughout the course of his life, this is the first time he was made special by Randu, a man as stiff as a broomstick finally bending just for his sake. Dreams, they are not real. Even as Randu crashing on the grass Aya let out a scream before he approached her. Feeling pain even if you just watch.

"It hurts, Mom?"

Aya continued to massage the legs of Randu who was lying on the mattress. Stretcher fell when the branch he stepped on was broken, lucky he can still be balanced and only a little injury in the leg, but still swollen. On the one hand it was a disaster for him because he could not walk, but on the other hand it was a blessing because then Aya would always help him everywhere. 

"A little bit, but it hurts more if you don't accept my proposal, Ay."

Aya's head was hot, already helpless still fighting. Randu really-benae made her die a flea, with the incident that Aya's arrogance faded, the sacrifice of Randu was extraordinary for her. Although only a few seeds of fruit that he picked, Aya already felt appreciated. 

"I'm not a woman like your criteria." Aya expels her anxiety, considering the old days when Randu decided it unilaterally, even Randu did not give her a chance to talk. 

"I'm a sinful woman, not like Arum." Aya sighed again, holding back her eyes that had started to glaze over. He cannot be silent and must declare his true identity. That is Aya, no need for lies and what they are, and if he changes his will from the heart, not compulsion because of the world alone. 

"Do you not regret having a wife like me" he continued.

Aya wants to convince Randu once again, because in the marriage he does not want any ridicule later. 

Randu laughs at himself, it's all his fault, he who created the wound for Aya, the woman who already dared to love him without any recompense. 

"Much I took from you, Ay."

Randu grabbed the edge of Aya's shirt, until the woman remained seated beside the bed.

"That every couple doesn't have to be perfect in our eyes, but how do we make it better. I'm sorry, because that night I was too selfish. Now accept me for who I am. You want to marry me?"

Oh God, I'm so happy, Mas Randu finally proposed to me, but I'm afraid I can't be what he wants. Arum is the perfect woman, and I am the opposite.

The speech should be from Aya, but this time it was Randu who said, if like this Aya can no longer refuse a proposal that only capitalizes on sound, do not be a diamond gold ring, from the grass there is no Randu. Just like it has been able to melt the heart of an Aya, rich classless, that's what Aya judges it. 

  Accept accept

Aya's heart rumbled, cheering happily. Although his lips were still doubtful, his heart was already steady to devote its life to the man in front of him. 

Aya stroked the nape of her neck throwing away the shame that had colored her face, blushing if viewed adding to her beauty. He does not know why he can be so nervous, but just say yes it feels heavy per quintal. 

Randu snorted, turning his face towards the window, impatiently getting a short word from Aya. 

"Jawab dong, Ay!" pinta Randu. 

"Yes," said Aya loudly, breaking all her fears and spitting out her heart. 

Finally Randu could be as calm as Raisya who was currently busy playing beside him. 

"That means you're going home with me?" 

Aya looked at the feet of Randu who had started to swell.

"Where do we go home, you're heavy."

"Then tonight I'll stay here." Randu raised his eyebrows, somehow, his heart still feels strange if it has not tempted Aya. 

Aya stood up from her seat folding both hands and putting on the face of the fierce wife. 

Aya left Randu who kept smiling. If a full day serves the man, homework is not too widespread. 

The door is knocked from the outside. The sound of a car that stopped in front of the house a few seconds ago, means it was not Cici who came, and most likely it was Mahesa. 

True, Aya hugged the guest who was pecking at the doorway with fruits in her hands. 

"How is Mas Randu, Ma'am. Is it okay?" 

"Here, he's just spoiled."

Mahesh continued to giggle, this is what he hoped, since seeing the Video of Randu hanging on a tree, ugly prayers had been slid, and God turned out to love him more than Randu. 

"Thank God, thank You for granting me my prayer."

Mahesa rubbed her face as she looked at the collapsed Randu. So happy Mahesa to laugh off. 

Sabrina shook her head, she did not understand why with the two men who increasingly like to make a riot. 

Mahesa approached, shaking off the blanket that covered Randu's entire body. 

It was a very beautiful sight for him, as Mahesa's best friend was grieving, but also happy over his suffering. 

"Can you tell me the chronology of what happened?"

"Mas, don't joke around, it really hurts." Randu rejected Mahesa's hand which almost touched the wound. 

Finally Mahesa sat next to Randu and occasionally tried it.

"Mas Randu, next time the heart, good only the legs, if the head can be dangerous," Sabrina.

Aya lowered her head with both hands adrift, behind the accident that hit Randu, he was the mastermind. 

"Not what, Ma'am. I never know what it's like to climb a tree."

All giggled, it turned out that behind his cold attitude the two handsome men had ridiculous weaknesses.

The atmosphere of Aya's house is getting crowded, it turns out that not only Sabrina and Mahesa who came, Cici had arrived to bring food ordered by Aya.

"One more thing Mas Randu should know." All the focus was on Aya who was preparing food at the dinner table. "if I can't cook too much, I can only make fried rice, and fried chicken, that's also the seasoning ready to use," cetus Aya's. 

"If love doesn't care about anything, Ay. The proof of death is also ready, as long as it can get you" said Mahesa. 

"Yes yes mas, the tasteless fried rice said delicious, like you."

Mahesa raised her thumb, it all felt strange, when it came to her loved ones. 

Sabrina so gnarled herself when remembering the morning incident some time ago, fried rice without salt must be bland, but Mahesa spent a plate of rice and continued to praise it. After Mahesa left the house, Sabrina realized that cooked food was not worth eating.It means that love does not look at anything, but from the heart. 

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