First Love of Kalila

Eps. 95

GHITA ADI PUTRA POINT OF VIEW

“You're throwing out that stuff! Or you're no longer what I consider a child!”

I remember that phrase very well. Sentences thrown by papi in the living room of this house. At that moment I roared, begging my parents for forgiveness. However, papi and mami still drove me out of this palace.

I know I've been going the wrong way. My relationship has crossed the line, so I can get pregnant without marriage.

My lover at that time did not want to take responsibility for what he had done. The reason was only one, he wasn't sure if the child I was carrying was his flesh blood. He was the only man who ever touched me.

At that time I insisted I did not want to abort this content. I have sinned, and I will not increase sin by killing my flesh and blood. I'll take care of him. I will take responsibility for the sins I have committed.

I begged and knelt to my beloved to take responsibility, at least until Ijab qabul, so that the child I bear has a father on his birth certificate. He was willing on condition, he would leave after the ijab qabul process was completed.

The man actually left us— me and the child in my womb— after the procession ijab qabul is finished. There would be a dispute between A' Gilang and my lover at that time, but I hugged A' Gilang who had become my guardian.

I was still living with A' Gilang and Teh Aynoor, back then. However, one day after the wedding day, papi and mami came. They gave an ultimatum to A' Gilang. If my eldest brother, still supporting me lived there, his name would also be crossed off the list of heirs. Even Ibrahim, will be forcibly taken and separated from A' Gilang and Teh Aynoor.

From then on, I came out of the residence of A' Gilang. Papi gave me a three-storey shophouse, which has transformed into a boutique. And I live there too. By ourselves. On the second floor of the boutique, and with only a carpet, A' Gilang brought from his residence.

I just returned to the residence, when A' Gilang reminded me that there is a right Dimas in the company. I plead with papi and mami to send my son to school, in the same school as his son A' Gilang— Ibrahim Adi Putra.

If Ibrahim went to school delivered by a luxury car, Dimas I drove to school on a used motorcycle that I managed to buy from a boutique income. However, after Dimas entered the same elementary school as Ibrahim, they left for school together. I heard from A Gilang, if that was Ibrahim's wish. My niece indeed inherited the kind nature of both her parents.

Since then— since the cost of education Dimas, financed papi and mami— I again set foot in the big house, every eid al-fitri. I did just that, just to show my gratitude to papi and mami, because they had paid for Dimas' school. I introduced Dimas to a large family.

I still remember the look in Dimas's eyes, when he entered my parents' mansion. Dimas was very happy to meet his brother— Ibrahim. Dimas was also very happy to meet his grandparents. She finally has a grandmother and grandfather. All this time Dimas only knows, he only has me and also Asih—asisten Household Tea which I have considered as my own brother.

Dimas who likes to chatter, continues to babble on the day of Eid. Even as we ate together, Dimas continued to chatter.

“Shut!”

It was the first word that papi said to Dimas.

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Since my presence at that time, A' Gilang in various ways, asked me to come to the house of papi and mami. I can't refuse it either. Moreover, Dimas looks very happy, if we will visit his grandparents' house.

I remember very well, after Eid al-Fitr, we went back there when papi had his birthday. Papi's birthday, not far from Dimas and Ibrahim's class rise. Ibrahim, who scored A+ in all his subjects, made Papi very proud. Papi gave a gift to my nephew. Dimas looked at him with a sparkle.

But of course my son was ignored. Papi did not even look at Dimas in the slightest. And it went on for years, traumatizing Dimas. Traumatized by the neglect of his grandparents.

For many years we were there, but were considered non-existent. If it wasn't for Dimas' future, I wouldn't have taken my son to this house. I want Dimas to get the same education as Ibrahim.

For that I need to bring Dimas back to this house. To thank him for funding his education. Also to show if the child they used to want to lose his life, also has the ability to reach for the master glass in the same university as A' Gilang and Ibrahim.

Even now Dimas will also participate in managing their company. Although Dimas was only given a position as manager. I think that's enough, to show them all, if a child who has been neglected, can contribute to the progress of their company.

To be honest I just wanted Dimas to study at that company. I want Dimas to be able to, to make such a company later. However, I did not say that my intention was to Dimas. Let him decide, whether to continue to serve in the company, or start his own business, later.

I looked at my son, who was now peeping papi palms, mami and Aynoor tea. Only Ibrahim's mother smiled at my son. Papi and Mami are still acting cool.

Twenty-four years had passed, yet they still hated Dimas. Though their attitude towards me is not as cold as before— although still cold— but with Dimas, they still hate my son only way.

Is there not the slightest affection for my son?

Isn't it in Dimas's body that their blood flows?

“Finally able to also you hold the title of magister!” Papi immediately rebuked Dimas with a mocking smile, as soon as my son sat on his expensive sofa. I noticed the look of my son just way, he just smiled faintly looking at his grandfather.

“Dimas passed as scheduled, Pi,”. I have to defend my son. “The Dimas trial is delayed, because he is sick.”

Again, papi just smiled mockingly. Look low on my son.

A' Gilang immediately switched the conversation. It just so happens that it's lunch time. We also had lunch together. Dimas and I were just listening to Papi, A' Gilang, and Ibrahim talking about the company.

“Hey ... Don't let you make a fortune in my company. Work correctly!” hardik Papi to Dimas.

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