Sharing Love: The First Wife's Pilu Story
Go home to the parlor

A prepared romantic word is still stuck on the tip of the tongue. No matter how strong the evidence Mahesa brings, Sabrina still wants to go home. It was an inviolable decision. 

Mas Imran, the name is still attached to Sabrina's brain, getting rid of the name Mahesa whose husband status. 

Mahesa was silent, all her organs were working in vain, the oxygen coming in and out of her nasal cavity began to decrease until she had to supply it again. 

"But it's okay if Mas Mahesa wants to stay there," the word ended Sabrina's run. 

Plong, Mahesa's chest was relieved, even this time he was overwhelmed to have to accept the cold wind that hit. But this is not the time for Mahesa to fight, she must be serious about the circumstances that cut her heart. 

Allowed to go home with a warning to take good care of Sabrina, and not stressing over the matter that could have bothered her brain, Mahesa felt it was a harder job than signing a stack of documents. Yes, Sabrina now occupies a high rank along with the mother in the heart of Mahesa.

The atmosphere in the car was very quiet. Mahesa was still very awkward to talk, especially Sabrina continued to busy her hands down every inch of Devan's face that was no less handsome than the man beside her. 

Ahem 

Deheman Randu successfully defrosted the atmosphere, a couple staring at the back of Randu who seemed to concentrate with the steering wheel. 

"You sprained?" ask Mahesa. 

Sabrina simply held back a laugh and turned her face outward. Didn't know her husband could make jokes.

"Usually Mas Mahesa and Mbak Sabrina hug each other, embrace, kiss, why is this in silence?"

Mahesa glanced at Sabrina who was smiling knot. His assistant was indeed cleverly able to open the theatrical hole. 

"She's craving again" Mahesa replied. 

If you know this, I'm in Mom's car. 

Sabrina is increasingly uncomfortable being between the two men she does not know. Devan opened his eyes and the baby continued to stick out his tongue perfectly. 

Sabrina panicked as Devan began to put his fist in her mouth. 

"Mas, this is Devan why?" sabrina asked, she forgot everything including Devan when hungry. 

"He was thirsty" Mahesa replied. His feet kicked the milk bottle into the bottom of the chair he was sitting in. 

Sabrina's arms were raised right in front of Mahesa.

"What?" the man pretended to be stupid.

"Bottle of milk," answered Sabrina innocently, her heart beating was not bad, let alone the gaze of Mahesa was getting more and more incomprehensible. 

Mahesa dyed to the left right, her face was serious even though in a tickling heart. Opening Devan's purse and reaching into his pants pocket and shirt to open a small bag owned by Randu. 

"No, honey, it's probably in Mom's car."

Sabrina let out a sigh, her nose continuing to grin as Devan began to whine.

"Then Devan how, while the orphanage is still far away?"

Sabrina was more confused and looked back, it turned out that the car that was driven by Bu Yumna was not seen. 

"Honey, you can love Asi."

Sabrina scrunched her forehead, her sweat began to pour, goosebumps, between the shame of dominating with doubt. 

"But,__ Sabrina's speech even floated when Mahesa landed her finger on her lips. 

"Pity Devan, he's thirsty. Can you see her crying like that?" Mahesa turned her head towards the baby. 

Sabrina gulped her saliva, held her hijab-covered chest and looked at Devan who was getting redder as she cried. 

There is no other choice, Mahesa really managed to corner Sabrina to the point of not being able to wiggle at all.

Mahesa pulls the curtain in front of her, keeping Randu's view of his wife's antique. 

"Mas can't face here either!"  pinta Sabrina with spoiled.

Mahesa closed her eyes, not wanting to make Sabrina annoyed even though her head was swollen, her brain was traveling with what Sabrina did, the man held his eyes to not be neat.

Ting tung

Mahesa smiled cunningly. It turned out that the sender of the message was none other than the person behind the curtain. 

Mahesa accidentally caught something strange that was in front of her eyes, an amazing treat. Try as hard as anything, the name of a man will not be able to see something that stands out. Ah, even though Sabrina had covered Devan's face using her hijab, Mahesa was still able to catch the part she had missed for over a month. 

Mahesa's tongue felt stiff, the esophagus dried up, something suddenly attacked him, especially he had fasted long enough. 

Sabrina lowered her head, not yet aware of the tiger that had been scouting her from the side until accidentally rubbed her hijab when Devan had trouble breathing. 

God is a test, this is a test. Give your servant the strength to survive. 

The expression of his face was getting scuffed like a lizard tadpole got, engap, his chest felt tight.

Mahesa chose to close her eyes, her thin faith unable to withstand the intense desire. 

"Are you full, honey?" The sound evoked Mahesa's daydream, either his brain was boiling amused, while dancing. 

"Mas, please get me a tissue!"

Mahesa turned to look at Sabrina, apparently the woman had closed her chest tightly. 

Mahesa pulled the curtain back and picked up the box beside Randu. 

"Just going to bed, Mom?"  goda Randu while giggling. 

"Yes, drowning in the milk pool."

Sabrina picked up a piece of tissue, her eyes starting to look at Mahesa with a suspicious look. Then switch towards Randu who is still smiling knot. 

They why the hell? Is there anything strange about me. Was Mahesa always joking like this? 

Without both of them realizing it had arrived the car had stopped in front of the parlour yard. 

Mahesa comes out first and opens the door for Sabrina and takes over Devan.

While Randu arranged a wheelchair. 

"I want to walk" Sabrina said.

"But baby,__

"I can do it."

Not even stepping her legs, Sabrina's eyes caught the silhouette of someone still residing in her heart. 

"Mas Imran," called Sabrina in a loud voice. With a sweet smile. 

The passing Imran was forced to approach Sabrina. Fulfill call.

Mahesa's face changed. The man left Sabrina, who was still staring at the side of the car. 

"Sabrina, how are you?" ask Imran. 

Sabrina linked her hands in shame, especially as she remembered Sabrina Imran was her future husband. 

"Alhamdulillah, I'm good."

Mahesa stopped her steps and looked back. 

His heart was increasingly slashed to see his wife look happy when she met another man. 

"Mas, is it okay?"  ask Randu. 

Mahesa just shook her head silently while listening to the light conversation between Sabrina and Imran.

Maybe this is how you felt before, and now I know, the pain of love clapping one hand. 

From far away Sabrina stared at Mahesa's missing back behind the door.

Why did Mahesa leave me, was she jealous of me talking to Imran?