Sharing Love: The First Wife's Pilu Story
Dreamtime

Sweat drenched in Mahesa's face, the man stopped his steps for a moment and looked back, out of nowhere came the little boy who always chased after him. 

"Dad, I'm your son."

The voice was again spoken from the tiny lips of a boy who followed him. Mahesa continued to shake her head then continued her footsteps, ignoring the child who continued to whine at her. Even Mahesa ran around hoping that the boy would lose track, but it was not that easy, in fact as far as Mahesa avoided the boy was still behind him and pulled the top of his shirt. 

"Go!" mahesa shouted, brushingly clasping the boy's hand. 

The boy sobbed and sat down on the side of the road bending his knees and drowning his face.

"Devil father," he said in between his tears. 

Mahesa who was about to step away stopped her steps. Swiping his sweat and regulating his wheezing breath. 

"Don't call me your father, you're wrong" Mahesa said without staring. The boy's confession was completely unacceptable. 

The boy sobbed and stood and stared in front of Mahesa. Because of his tiny body the boy raised his head to be able to look at the face of the man he called father. 

"If you don't want my presence, at least carry me once." The boy cupped his hands together. Mahesa's heart was filled, so long in his life this was the first time he was touched by the love of others. 

Mahesa lowered her head, her hands trembling as she almost touched the boy's head, but Mahesa broke her intention and clasped him again. His heart was still hesitant to comply with his request. 

"Dad, just once," pleaded. 

Mahesa crouched down and stared fixedly at the boy's face. His face was indeed familiar to him, but Mahesa really did not recognize who he was. And where did it come from, why could I call it Dad. 

"But after this don't come after me anymore" Mahesa said. 

The boy nodded and smiled.  Without warning the boy threw his body right in Mahesa's chest. As it got the most comfortable place, the boy continued to grip Mahesa's body tightly.

"Thank you dad." Exclaiming the sturdy jaw of Mahesa who also smiled. 

Either, feeling drowsy or exhausted like Mahesa, the boy closed his eyes. Mahesa kept stroking her forehead and took her to a safe place. Until a while the boy woke up when Mahesa felt his hands tired to support his head. 

"Dad, may we meet again, I love you." Kiss Mahesa's cheek on the left. 

The boy came down from Mahesa's lap and waved his hand and ran away leaving Mahesa still on the verge of confusion. Her tears suddenly dripped as she stared at the boy's back until it disappeared along with the darkness. Unlike earlier, Mahesa was not even willing to take off the little boy.

"Don't go!" mahesa shouted repeatedly, unable to accept her sudden separation, Mahesa continued to stretch out her hand, her tears spilling as the child did not hear her words.

Camelia who felt disturbed woke Mahesa up.

"Mas, wake!" Camelia continued to shake Mahesa's burly body until the man opened his eyes. 

Mahesa looked at the sky of her room and looked at Camelia who was beside her.

"Why you?" ask Camelia enthusiastically. 

"No why napa." 

It turned out that I was just a dream, Mahesa said in her heart. 

Mahesa got out of bed and grabbed her phone on the nightstand. 

Camelia could not close her eyes again. 

"What time are you home?" 

"Jam nine, when I came in, you were asleep, and I couldn't get up."

Mahesa sat on the edge of the bed stroking Camelia's stomach and kissing her. 

What was in my dream was my unborn child. Again Mahesa only expressed her peculiarity in the heart. 

"Papa loves you" Mahesa whispered, sticking her face in Camelia's stomach. 

"Today I want to leave in the morning, so I can't accompany you to breakfast" he said. 

Mahesa leaves Camelia for the bathroom, maybe flushing her body with the shower will remove what covers her.

"Aden how early the morning went." asked Bi Asih astonished. 

Mahesa sat in the dining room waiting for Bi Asih to prepare her breakfast. 

"Bi" call Mahesa. 

"Last night I had a dream, and it felt so real, would every dream come true? Or is that a picture that might happen?" 

Bi Asih is confused by Mahesa's question, because all he knows is a dream only a flower. 

"Maybe Aden forgot to pray, so it's a nightmare."

"Yes, Bi. I rarely pray, especially when I'm tired, my eyes can't be friendly."

Bi Asih smilingly patted the broad shoulder of her master. 

"Non Sabrina always reminded Auntie, that praying before bed is very important, in addition to keeping us from nightmares also keeps us protected from bad things."

Hearing the name of his first wife Mahesa remembered the mother's request. 

Mahesa reaches back into her cell phone in her pocket and contacts Randu to ask for Sabrina's new home address.

Almost thirty minutes, finally the sound of a horn sounded in front of the house.

"Morning, Mas" said Randu as he knocked on the front door. 

"Lake in!"

Missed to approach Mahesa who is still busy with her phone.

"You take me to Sabrina's house!" her word. 

"Good, Mas."

Mahesa got up from her seat and returned to her room, the man took the bracelet that was still a question mark. 

After returning Mahesa gave the object in the hands of Randu. Leaving breakfast almost ready.

"You make bracelets like this out of much more expensive gold, and keep these in the store, don't sell them, I don't want these bracelets to go away."

Randu received the object and also the trust from Mahesa. 

It seems like this bracelet is very important for Mas Mahesa, what this bracelet belongs to Camelia, but it's not like, Camelia wants to wear cheap things like this. 

Randu keeps the bracelet well then follows Mahesa's steps towards the car. 

"Mas Mahesa would like to bring what for Mbak Sabrina?"  ask Randu. 

Mahesh frowned with the question of Randu, in his brain at least there was no intention to bring souvenirs for his first wife. 

"I just want to see him" Mahesa replied. 

Randu scratched his head and looked at Mahesa's annoyed face from the rearview view. 

"At least for his son, pity Devan, although Mas is not his biological father, surely Devan will record the kindness of Mas Mahesa."

Devan, is that Sabrina's son's name? 

"Bawain cake or clothes, let the effect of the mas care," sedu Randu.

"You want Sabrina's child to sprain?" 

Randu only held back a laugh when he saw Mahesa's annoyance, this was the first time the man dared to tease his boss and best friend.

"Kuenya for the Mother, if for Devan can be clothes or toys," he added. 

Mahesa again thought to hear the opinion of Randu.

"Alright, we stop at the front mall." 

This is not Mas Mahesa, since when he recited my words, for so long he was like an untouched rock, and I'm sure her heart will be soft once she finds out that Sabrina is a good woman and deserves to be by her side. 

With his ignorance Randu back to throttling. 

"Mas, if Mas Mahesa divorces Sabrina, I want to be her husband too, and I'm willing to be a father Devan continued."

Somehow Mahesa's heart was so heavy to say yes, especially Randu looked serious with his words.

"We'll see later" Mahesa replied flatly.