Sharing Love: The First Wife's Pilu Story
New life

Starting from drying hair, combing it and binding it, putting on his prime hijab, all did not escape from the hands of Randu. As a husband, he did not want to distinguish Aya and Almarhumah Arum who had been calm in other realms. 

Learn from a few tutorials, and finally Aya wears her hijab perfectly. 

A happy hue still adorns the face of Randu. Like a bride in general, happiness cannot be expressed in words, still in a hotel room.

Aya sat in front of the dressing table, Randu stood behind her, his hands resting on Aya's shoulders, his chin landing on his wife's head. 

"Mas, don't look at dong, I'm ashamed."

Aya blushed and turned her face away from Randu's indecipherable gaze. 

Randu turned again Aya's face forward in one direction, exchanging views through the mirror reflection. 

"Why be ashamed, last night you seemed to enjoy." Randu teases, creating a joke to continue to melt the atmosphere. 

Aya growled and twisted her body, immersing her face in her husband's stomach, her hands continuously pinching Randu's thighs. 

"Well, if you say to Mahesa, I don't want to, and I'll make sure last night was the first and last."

Until whenever Aya will not forget how Randu when treating her on the bed, gently until Aya lulled and forgot herself. 

Randu laughed, knelt down in front of Aya, his hands clasped Aya's hands, his gaze filled with love, and that was what Aya wanted from her husband.

Ten years more he knew the figure of the woman in front of him, but Randu only realized that Aya was not as bad as people's views. Even Aya was more than the criteria that had always been desired. Besides being beautiful and able to keep her honor from the free world, Aya is also able to steal the heart of her little daughter.

"You and Robi were married a long time ago. Why did you and she never have a relationship?"

Aya smiled clumsyly, now there is nothing more to cover. 

"That night Robi wanted to touch me, but I didn't want to."

"Why? Isn't that a wife's duty?"

"I've seen him cheat before, and I'm afraid that for a long time I've been played with him too. Don't you? It turns out he hasn't changed."

"Do you want to accompany me until the end of this life? "

Randu's shrill voice made Aya moved. The man was created to continue to shake his heart, even though the various ways Aya tried to forget Randu, but fate continues to bring the two together in different places. 

"I want to, because I've already given it all up for you, Mas." 

"Do you want us to go on now?"  Randu raised his eyebrows quickly. 

Plaaakkk

The habit of hitting Aya relapses. Randu was surprised and stroked his painful hand as a result of his wife's blow. 

"It hurts, Beb." Randu retorted, biting Aya's hand, leaning her head on the woman's lap. Being a husband and wife does not discourage the two to continue arguing. 

The sound of knocking on the door echoed, Randu opened the door, apparently the hotel waiter delivering food. The agenda today Randu wants to go straight to the tomb, after that go straight home and he thought eating at the hotel did not take his time.

Two wagyu steaks and two orange juices like Aya's wish are ready at the sofa table. This is no longer the time for breakfast, the clock has shown ten o'clock in the morning by noon, the plan has gone back a few hours. After contacting Raisya via video call, Randu went back to sleep after Fajr. 

Hungry is not a problem, Randu already feels full with a tempting dish Aya, for him it is enough to fill his stomach. 

Randu's cell phone rang, forced to put down his knife and fork, turned to reach for his flat object next to the plate. 

His face was again radiant, the name that was twinkling was missed, various exhibitions had been prepared to make his boss' head explode. 

The stretcher deliberately shifts the green badge and turns on the loudspeaker. 

"How many goals have you scored last night?"

Randu glanced at Aya who rounded his eyes, his head kept shaking, both his hands cupped right in front of his chest, although without a sound Randu knew his wife's request.

"Kepo," jolted Randu briefly. 

Aya was relieved, finally her husband was silent and did not reveal his first night to Mahesa. 

Randu moved to sit beside Aya.  Taking a bribe from his wife's hand. 

"Try me guess? about last night I did that how many rounds?" Aya's face met, she thought Randu really wanted to cover up last night, but in fact it was just a mere pleasantry. 

"Four or five," Mahesa exclaimed from across the street. 

Randu laughed loosely, Mahesa's answer missed far, and strayed from reality. Although it was actually Randu's target as well, but due to different circumstances, so he could only be as capable as Aya. 

If Aya had always been in the middle of their conversation, now she chose silence, different status. Mahesa is still a friend, but the person next to her is a husband, and she still maintains the behavior as a wife who does not want to joke with any man. 

"Wrong, Mommy."

Aya blushed, both her cheeks blushing red as Randu's hand stroked her. 

The unfortunate conversation made Aya's ears even hotter.

"Sorry, it's noon I want to walk first."

"Kampreeeet." grumbled Mahesa, as Randu turned off the connection. 

In a large area of land filled with mounds of tombs. Under the scorching sun that burns the skin, without any protection other than hijab and peci for Randu. The two walked hand in hand splitting each neatly lined tomb. 

Arriving at a very familiar tomb in Randu's eyes, he stopped his steps and squatted beside him. 

"This is Arum's tomb." Randu stroked the tombstone which still seemed clear writing. 

"And that's Mom's grave." He pointed to the tomb beside him. 

"Yet father's tomb."  Return to point the most edge tomb. 

Aya sat next to Randu with the newspaper pad they were carrying.

Randu's chest rumbled, the memories of living with Arum again flashed. The promise to the Mother had been fulfilled, at least only God separated her from Arum, and now she brought Aya, the woman who was his wife.

"Follow me yes!" 

Aya nodded, all this time he never knew to make a pilgrimage, even when he visited the tomb his parents forgot, which he knew only living money to eat and can have fun. The presence of Randu changed his life into a better person.

Almost thirty minutes, Randu ended his prayers for the three people he deeply cared about. 

"Rum, even though I am married to Mas Randu, you are still the first and the best, allow me to raise children. May Raisya be a figure like you, sholehah."

Aya stroked Arum's headstone like Randu did, in her heart continued to apologize for ever slapping her husband's first wife, if time could be turned, Aya also wanted to apologize, Aya also wanted to apologize, but by raising her two children, Aya hopes that it is one form of making amends in the past. 

"Every time I visit my parents' graves, I used to visit Arum's parents' graves, later in the afternoon after we went to Arum's parents' graves, we went to your parents' graves, too." 

That was what Aya wanted to ask earlier, but Randu was more sensitive to her. 

Aya responded with a small smile.