Sharing Love: The First Wife's Pilu Story
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Thirteen months of marriage, speech and hatred, humiliation, humiliation and ridicule Sabrina received from her husband. Patiently the woman went through it, even had time to think if God was unfair to her who never got happiness. And for a moment the happiness came but had to be back in the storm. Wanting to complain, useless, that is the destiny that cannot be avoided.

Since returning home from the restaurant, Sabrina tends to be silent, never mind Devan's cries that continue to echo, Camelia's speech still feels piercing in her heart, poisoning her mind, removing a strand of good tucked away.

"Darling, I'm home."

A heavy voice from behind the door, yes a very familiar voice that this end gave him the happiness of making up for the row of wounds that had been inscribed. 

"I brought something for you."

 Still with a crisp tone Mahesa put some of her luggage on the table. Not yet aware of Sabrina's overcast face.

Randu followed closely behind, the man instantly catching the oddity that pervaded his boss' wife. 

"Why you?" Mahesh sat beside Sabrina. Tidying up his hijab a little deviated. Maybe annoyed at being left all day without a message, he thought. 

There was no answer, only tears. Mahesa grew increasingly clueless and continued to rub Sabrina's cheeks. 

"Say!" pinta Mahesa started to get serious, opening up the new milk-flavored dodol, hoping that Sabrina would like it. 

Slowly Sabrina turned her head, her face silent, her mouth mute but holding a million meanings. 

"Mas, I'm home."

Mahesa only nodded as Randu said goodbye. Her heart grew gloomy when Sabrina did not open her voice. 

This was not his wife, Sabrina always welcomed his arrival instead of ignoring her like this.

"Mas, I want you to answer honestly."

Mahesa was dumbfounded, yet could still smile faintly. His brain hasn't been rattling about the events of that night. 

"I'll answer honestly."

 Still trying to joke while Sabrina has eased her emotions that are at the top of the crown. 

"Who is Devan's father?" 

A box of dodols in her hand splattered on the floor, Mahesa's heart throbbed with the question, afraid, hesitant, agitated, all those feelings covered her instantly, she said, Mahesa was already mired in one direction which required her to open the veil that was buried. 

"Honey," Sabrina brushed off Mahesa's hand that was about to touch her. She felt deceived by her husband. The man he considered good, the man who was always present in the chants of his prayers and secretly kept a big secret. 

"Say Mas! Who's Devan's father?" sabrina repeated expectantly. 

"I'm sorry." 

"That's not the answer to my question," Sabrina cried on the sidelines, impatiently wanting to know the real facts. 

Bi Mimi came closer, surprised by Sabrina's voice, the hidden golden voice that even the woman was never that angry. Gentleness was as if part of him but instantly ludes changed with anger. 

Mahesa knelt down in front of Sabrina, her face looking down at Sabrina's clenched hands, for whatever sake the man was very sorry for his actions. 

"I'm Devan's father."

Sabrina's cry broke, the defense that was built during the marriage was destroyed, disfigured by Mahesa's confession, only debris left wounds. Bloodless scratches can stop the performance of his organs instantly. 

Sabrina was sobbing more and more, it was a nightmare, yes Sabrina still interpreted it like that while looking at Mahesa's face. 

"I want to wake up from this dream, Mom."

Mahesa could not stand it anymore, her eyes kept on glazing when she saw the tears of her spilled wife. Crushed, disappointed, it must have been what settled, piled up in the chest. 

"I'm sorry."

Mahesh grasped Sabrina's hands and kissed her.

"I'll explain everything" he added. Mahesa's lips shook withstanding the turmoil in the recesses of her heart. 

"Enough! You hurt me for months I accepted, you insulted me and disgusted me I accepted, but sorry," Sabrina's voice began to weaken, "For now I can't, your mistake is fatal."

Mahesa felt impaled by the words of Sabrina, whatever happened was all her fault.

"I can explain!"

Mahesa continued to beg. 

Sabrina wiped her tears and raised her hand, put away Mahesa's hand and moved from her seat. 

"I want to be alone." 

Passing Mahesa who is still kneeling position.

Mahesa who was in the living room turned her head when she saw his wife's back pass. His feet were chasing his wife.

"Don't go!" 

Mahesa wrapped her hands in Sabrina's stomach, her heart ached when she saw Sabrina's grief. In the vast night that twilight shone with its pink light towards the two people who were struggling with their hearts. 

At least Sabrina did not dwell to let Mahesa's hand hold her even though her heart was broken, what she did, her sorry door was a little closed as she said at that time.

"Take me off, Mom!"  his voice was so soft yet sharp.

"No!"

Mahesa further tightened her embrace, not even wanting Sabrina to be separated from her. 

Sabrina tried to accept, but her heart was already bruised. 

"Let me alone. I need time to accept all this."

"But promise, don't leave me." 

Slowly Mahesa released the tiny body of his wife letting her step through the gate of his house. 

"Den, go after Non-Sabrina, pity, auntie is afraid of something happening her mind is again messed up."

Bi Mimi shook Mahesa's arm. 

Bi Mimi Raised her scabbard running towards the gate staring at Sabrina's back who was starting to move away, in a tremendous panic, Mahesa woke up from her daydream and came running.

"Sabrina Salsabila," Mahesa shouted from the direction of the gate. 

The woman who wore a bottle green dress with a matching hijab did not stop her steps even as if walking without direction. 

A few meters apart, Mahesa continued to pursue Sabrina, who began to set foot in the middle of the road. 

Unknowingly a motor drove from the opposite direction, the motor bell rang many times but Sabrina's ears seemed deaf, he continued to step until he was in the middle of the road. 

Braaakkk

A blow was inevitable, the motor that hit Sabrina's body mired in the direction of the road along with Sabrina's body that bounced.

"Sabrina…"

Shouted Mahesa, his body stiff as he watched his wife's body lying without a hijab. 

Mahesh ran as fast as he could to his wife. Likewise with residents who passed, they also panicked to see the state of Sabrina. 

"Sabrina, honey, I'm sorry." 

Mahesa lifted Sabrina's head and carried it into her lap. His hair was unraveling, a red liquid was flowing with a rush. 

Mahesh's hand shook between fear and panic.

"Mas, my hijab." Sabrina's speech faltered.

Mahesh looked at the thin cloth that flew up, and there was no way he could reach it leaving his helpless wife, and then looked around, but among them no one brought a cloth instead, finally the man took off his shirt and put it on Sabrina's head to seal her aura tightly.

"Darling, I'll take you to the hospital."

"Wear my car."

One of them offered help. 

Not caring about her bare-chested self Mahesa continued to hold Sabrina's head filled with blood. Raised his wife's body and took her into a nearby car. 

Sabrina raised her hand to stroke her husband's sturdy jaw. So did Mahesa who kissed Sabrina's face. Not giving the woman a chance to calm down.

"Ja-ga De-van for me."

"Don't say much! Without you asking me to keep our son. I Love you" she said from the deepest day. 

Sabrina smiled holding her breath which started to feel weak. Her lips were weak and could not fill her husband's words.

Slowly Sabrina took off Mahesa's hand and closed her eyes. It was as if the woman was washed away and wanted to fall asleep. 

"Darling…"

Mahesa stroked Sabrina's cheek, "Open your eyes!" Started to panic as Sabrina's eyes closed perfectly. 

"Dear wake!" Mahesa's cry broke when Sabrina did not respond to her speech again.