Sharing Love: The First Wife's Pilu Story
Disreputation

"What are you sick with, Mom? Why didn't you just say? If I knew I didn't leave."

The question of the tubi accompanies the lips of Camelia who has just arrived. The woman looked worried when she saw her husband lying on the bed. There was a speck of regret that had left Mahesa gone all day. 

"I don't know why" Mahesa replied briefly.  The fact is that Mahesa is better and nothing to worry about. His body felt better after taking drugs given by Dr. Ridwan. 

"You don't underestimate your disease, I don't want to lose you." 

Steadily Mahesa lifted her head, cupped Camelia's cheeks gently and placed her head on her chest.

"You won't lose me. I love you so much. Until whenever we will always be together. And soon our baby will be born to complete our household."

Mahesa is looking down on Camelia's flat stomach. It feels complete already his life with the presence of a fetus in the womb of his second wife. Although there are obstacles with the love story, Mahesa is not burdensome and tries to live it. 

"I take a shower first, yes" Camelia kissed Mahesa again gently.

Arriving in the bathroom, Camelia opened the door a few minutes later. His gaze probed as he held a shirt in his hand. 

"Who's shirt?" 

Camelia showed a very foreign shirt in her eyes. 

"You don't feel like you have this kind of shirt" he added. 

With so much suspicion Camelia pulled the shirt right in front of Mahesa. 

"That's what I was wearing from Sabrina's house. I forgot to take it off because my head was dizzy."

"Sabrina?" repeat Camelia, make sure she doesn't hear me wrong. 

Mahesa nodded, "Why?" 

Camelia smiled then approached Mahesa and sat down on the edge of her bed. His mind began to travel with what he wanted to say. 

"Mas, you don't think anyway, how can there be a man's shirt at Sabrina's house, do you think this is natural? No way, he brought your clothes from this house. And I'm sure besides you, there must be another man coming into that house."

Mahesa grabbed the shirt from Camelia's hand, right what his wife said, judging by the style, the shirt was a cheap shirt and not hers. 

What Camelia said could make sense as well. 

His face changed. Mahesa gripped the shirt until it was tangled and threw it in any direction. His chest suddenly exploded letup hearing Camelia's words. 

Mahesh pulled out the blanket covering her body and went down. 

"Where are you going, Mom?" camelia asked, hugging Mahesa who was about to arrive behind the door. 

"You take it easy, I'm not going anywhere" he replied slowly. 

There was a grin from the corner of Camelia's lips, where she felt victorious with the anger of her husband. 

I'm sorry, I can't share your love with anyone else, until whenever I want to be the only woman you love. 

"Sabrina.." cried Mahesa. 

Bi Asih who was in the kitchen was surprised when he heard the loud voice of his employer, even during his years of work, this was the first time Bi Asih saw Mahesa's anger that seemed stirring. 

"Room, Den," Bi Asih replied from the kitchen.

After hearing Bi-asih's reply, Mahesa knocked on Sabrina's tightly shut door, with no answer from the inside, Mahesa opened the door without permission.

"Mas Mahesa!" 

Sabrina, who had just come out of the bathroom, grabbed a potluck to cover her hair. Although her husband Mahesa, even though Sabrina has never opened a letter in front of her, what else is the relationship between the two is not good and Sabrina considers Mahesa a stranger who is still inappropriate to see her in an open state. 

"What's up, Mom?" asked Sabrina enthusiastically. Nervously Sabrina headed towards the closet looking for a veil and wearing it as long as she approached Mahesa. 

Mahesa was still silent, her jaw getting hardened when she saw Sabrina near her. Fed up, maybe that's the right word to launch seeing the innocence of his first wife. 

"Now you say! Whose clothes am I wearing?"

"Why indeed?" ask Sabrina back.  The woman did not understand why Mahesa asked like that. 

Mahesh pulled Sabrina's hijab roughly and squeezed it into a fist. 

A slap landed on Mahesa's sturdy cheek, Sabrina feeling humiliated by her husband's behavior. If all this time he was silent, not for a crown he always fought for. And Mahesa played with him. 

"Why should you be angry, isn't this what you do when a man comes into your house." mocking tone. 

Sabrina again put her hand on Mahesa's cheek. Her fear disappeared when she heard her husband's teasing. His patience runs out to accept blasphemy beyond his instincts.

"What do you mean, you?" ask Sabrina.

Still holding his heart to soften a little, mending his ego for the sake of explanation from Mahesa. 

"Don't you pretend you don't know, who's the man who came to your house, and what are you doing behind my back?"

Sabrina shook her head, astonished by her husband's shallow thoughts. It is easy to be influenced by just one word. 

"If you don't need me here, don't insult me, I'm dirty, but that doesn't mean I'm cheap like I said."

Sabrina left Mahesa still there, with her kebatnya woman took her bag and mobile phone, put on her hijab and came back to her husband. 

"I'm here at Randu's request, and until this second I'm here that's your wish" Sabrina paused her speech for a moment.

"From now on, I won't set foot in this house again. Let's just say I'm dead. And suppose we never know, if God still brings us together, consider me a walking statue, and just remember, Sabrina Salsabila is not a cheap woman who is like he accused."

After pouring out her heart, Sabrina left her room. Even though his heart had been broken to pieces Sabrina still tried hard in front of Mahesa. 

Upon arriving on the road in front of Mahesa's house, Sabrina shed her tears, not expecting her struggle to keep Mahesa in vain. 

"Sabrina…"

The voice of someone from inside the car echoed. 

"Mother,__" cried Sabrina approached her in-laws who had just gotten out of the car. 

"Let mama give me Mahesa's lesson, you child don't know yourself."

Sabrina pulled Miss Risma's hand.

"Mom, no need, no use either, maybe Mas Mahesa needs time for all this."

Ms. Risma hugged Sabrina, how could she accept her husband's self-accusation with a deed she never did. 

"You must be tormented to be Mahesa's wife?"  ask Miss Risma. 

"If this continues, mother will help you to escape from the child Mother," he added. 

"We'll think about it later."

I don't know what to do, which is why I'm waiting for my son to be born. I hate divorce, but I can't do it all the time either. 

''Why are you here again?'' ask Sabrina.

"Bi Asih called Mom, she said Mahesa scolded you, so Mom came immediately."

Even though Mahesa bullied me at least there are still people who care about me.