Sharing Love: The First Wife's Pilu Story
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Sabrina's expression was very flat as she read the message from Camelia. Since she became Mahesa's wife, it was Sabrina's first time interacting through messages. His heart began to fidget what else after reaching Mahesa's house directly to the office, besides there was a meeting with the Client, the documents had piled up longing for his hands which he ignored for days. 

Not knowing what to do, Sabrina finally came out of her room looking for Inul. His mind was confused and he could not think clearly.

"Who's looking, Non?" Even Bi Mimi's words from behind were not touched and continued to step towards the next room. 

Most eat dodol, that's the response Mahesa's assistant in charge of taking care of Sabrina's needs. 

Sabrina opened the door wide, it turned out Devan was sleeping, while Mbak Inul tidied up the little guy's shirt.The woman just reviewed a smile and looked friendly. 

He finally chose to return. 

Again the phone in her hand rang, and for the third time it was Camelia's name.

What exactly do you want to talk about? 

The message was more stirring, Camelia asked him to meet, the place and time had been written, but the purpose of the talk was uncertain, and there was only a "important" writing". 

Sabrina contacted Mahesa, but alas, the voice of the beautiful operator replied.

Not wanting to ignore Camelia, Sabrina finally agreed to it after permission on Mahesa via message as well. I hope her husband understands. 

Hopefully Camelia doesn't talk like that can destroy my relationship with Mas Mahesa. 

Forced Sabrina to leave Devan, even though her heart was a little troubled, what was the harm in fulfilling her honeymoon call. 

Mr. Diman slowed down the speed of his car, his eyes constantly staring at Sabrina from the reflection of the rearview mirror.

"Where are we going, Non?"

Sabrina's daydreams were renewed when Mr. Diman opened his voice. 

"This is sir, the address" Sabrina showed an address that Camelia had written.

Not far from Mahesa's office, it turned out to be a very luxurious restaurant, between confused and doubtful why Camelia had to ask her to meet there. 

Bismillah, lead Sabrina's steps.

Sabrina assured her heart that Camelia would not speak beyond reason. 

Her heart beat began to thump when Sabrina looked at Camelia who was already sitting sweetly at table number 05. With a saddle the woman split several chairs approaching her honey who seemed to smile crisply. Prepare his heart to accept whatever they will talk about.

"It turns out you were on time too."

His face looked defiant with cunning. 

"I don't have much time, now say! Why did you call me here?"

Sabrina couldn't if she had to make small talk. Moreover, he came out of the house without Mahesa's permission directly and it was according to him to violate the nature as a wife. 

"Leave the Mahesa!" camelia said lightly. 

Sabrina smiled kindly, this time as a first wife she was eager to show her courage in front of Camelia, her priority should not be under a honey. 

"Now Mas Mahesa has accepted me," Still in a soft but firm tone, "When he hated me, I did not want to leave him, either," he explained, considering his struggle to cut wounds without blood. Of course, sacred ties must be prioritized. 

Sabrina's eyes glazed over, with difficulty she grabbed Mahesa's heart but easily the woman in front of her said that.

"Try to understand each other's position. If I wanted to, I could have you separated from Mahesa, but that's not my nature and I hope you can be wise." 

Still trying to resuscitate Camelia.

Camelia screeched, her gaze getting sharper and ready to scratch the wound in Sabrina's heart. His patience ran out and wanted to vaporize everything he harbored. 

"Do you want to know who the man who impregnated you is?" camelia said loudly.

Some visitors turned to look at Camelia and Sabrina who looked tense. 

Sabrina's chest started to tight and it was hard to breathe, her heart was racing and her hands began to tremble in light of the still mysterious figure. 

"I'm not going to say it, because there are people who have more right to tell you, he knows everything." 

"Who?" asked Sabrina enthusiastically. 

Camelia smiled triumphantly and put her lips closer to Sabrina's ears. 

"Mas Mahesa."

Sabrina's eyes were perfectly rounded when she heard her husband's name. In disbelief, in the depths of her heart she said Camelia's words were nonsense.

Sabrina still forced to smile even though her heart was slashed. 

"Don't talk recklessly, it has nothing to do with Mas Mahesa, how did he know?" he said with a slightly grim tongue. 

Camelia shrugged both of her shoulders.

"If you don't believe me, ask her, I'm sure you'll get the answer." 

One circle fell, her trust began to waver and recede, although she repeatedly wanted to be sure that the night had nothing to do with her husband,  camelia's words were more triumphant and rebelled into her ribs. 

If Mahesa really knew why she had to cover it from me. 

Her mood grew increasingly murky, it felt like Sabrina wanted to shout as loud as possible, angry, emotional and needed an actual explanation. 

"Think once again, you're hanging on with a man who's been lying to you, who's covered it all up, or parting ways, and you can get someone better than Mahesa." 

Camelia insists Sabrina step down from her position. 

With a relieved heart Camelia left Sabrina who was still with her blank look. 

Mas mahesa knew about that night, but why didn't she tell me, who was Devan's father?

Hate comes back when he remembers himself as the center of people's jokes.  

Sabrina rubbed her tears, aligning her heart and mind to keep her cool in the face of reality. 

I can't just shut up, I need to know who Devan's real father is. 

Sabrina moved from her seat, hoping for a bright spot from her husband.

"Non just met Non Camelia?" ask Mr. Diman while staring at Camelia's car out of the yard. 

Sabrina nodded without a sound. 

A very short meeting but leaving a thousand questions, Sabrina seemed disappointed with her husband who had been silent with the night full of life history. 

Sabrina reached into the phone in her bag and placed it in her ear to contact Mahesa.

"Hello baby, what's wrong? Do you want something, I can buy it back later?" greetings tubed from across there.

Sabrina lowered her head, her mouth was silent, her heart was heartless, but she also needed an explanation from Mahesa. 

"Hello" Mahesa said again when there was no answer from Sabrina. 

"There's nothing mas, I wait at home, eat regularly, don't get too tired."

Sabrina turned off her connection and shed her tears, her heart ached while listening to Mahesa's heavy voice, on the one hand she wanted to believe and not to bring up the time,  but on the other hand Devan also deserves to know who the real biological father is. 

Whoever Devan's father is, I hope I can take it hard.