My love is my first love

Gaffis

The terror of Giandra does not stop. Now he's calling me using a different number.

If I block the number, he'll change the number and call me.

At first I was still casually responding to the terror from him until he finally terrorized not knowing the time.

Even at midnight or heading in the morning he called, until several times my wife asked who called me late at night so.

Until now I have not told my wife, because my wife is experiencing the baby blues.

He becomes more sensitive to crying and anger.

Even in the first two weeks we didn't want to hold our second daughter.

I went to the doctor and told him my wife was experiencing the baby blues.

As a husband, I was asked to pay more attention to my wife, help with housework, talk more heart to heart and buy food or whatever she was giving.

Because of that condition I haven't spoken about Giandra with my wife.

Until one afternoon when I had accompanied Gantari to take a nap, Giandra told him that he was in Jogja.

If I don't want to meet him, he'll come to my counter.

Where all my employees know who Giandra is and will be sure to grow with his presence.

To avoid conflict I'm finally willing to meet him in malioboro tonight.

I gave my wife permission that I would like to see Koh Aliong because there is a problem in the mobile service.

My wife allowed me to leave, even though in my heart I felt guilty about lying to my wife.

I waited at the angkringan stall where our subscription used to be during the courtship.

After a fifteen-minute wait Giandra came up with a pink sweater and jeans.

She's still pretty like she used to be but that doesn't matter now.

" What do you want to see? " Tanyaku to the point.

" I can ya mesen eat first, really mas laper "Giandra immediately went to take the rice and side dishes in angkringan.

As usual, I have not answered that he has done it. Unchanged is still as selfish as it used to be, the curse breaks in the heart.

I waited for him to eat even though he was actually agitated, I was afraid that someone would see us both.

After eating I asked again "Have you finished eating, now what do you want to see? Until I have to tell so "

" I'm divorced with my husband Mas "

" What's the deal with me? " I frowned hearing his words.

" I divorced my husband because he knew that our son was not his biological son "

" continue? " I still haven't answered my question.

" For the child is your son "

I laughed at Giandra's words. What lies are they talking about.

" I'm not rich first Gi, a bego guy who is easily lied to "I look at Giandra with cynicism.

" I know your response would be like that. Because you don't know why I was married to someone else "

" I don't care about your reasons, I'm happy now with my dearly loved son and wife "

Giandra took the phone from his bag. He showed me a picture of another boy about six years old.

I only glanced at the glance, there was a hint of uneasiness within my heart whether it was true that the boy was my son.

" I know that Gaffi is your son because I only did that with you and last time I was on assignment "

I chose to shut up and listen to Giandra.

" After that I had a testpack and the results were positive. But my parents did not agree with you and I was betrothed to my mother's friend's son, my ex-husband "

" I couldn't be honest with my pregnancy to you or to my family. I had no choice but to follow my mother's will "

Indeed, even though Giandra never told me that his parents did not like me.

But from several meetings I felt quite a few gestures of Mama Giandra who did not like me.

From the start if I want to salim to his hand, he always pulls his hand before we touch.

And he never saw my eyes either. Indeed, Giandra came from a decent family.

His mother was a specialist and his father was a mining businessman.

The combination that if people only look at their work already knows that they are rich.

While I was only a village man, considered unemployed because of not working in the office and only doing business counter pulses.

" When I decided on you, I couldn't tell you everything. I'm confused that no one knows this story "

" Until six months ago Gaffi fell off the bike, his position at the time of descent he did not have time to brake and free fall "

" He lost a lot of blood until finally the doctor advised us his parents to donate his blood "

" There he knew that his blood type was different from Gaffi's, and he knew immediately that Gaffi was not his son "

" We were kicked out of the house and a few weeks later he divorced me "

Hearing everything that Giandra said made my heart stir.

I'm not ready for everything that Giandra's talking about.

How am I supposed to explain this to my wife who's super sensitive because of the baby blues.

And what should I do now with this new information.

" I don't actually want to interfere with your already happy life with your little family. But our son Gaffi also needs the affection of his father "

Hearing the name of a foreign boy in my life and suddenly knowing he is my son is a very confusing situation.

" How do you want me? "

" I just want you to give your attention to Gaffi. I've asked for a mutation to jogja from my office. Starting next month I'm already working in Jogja "

" I can't tell this to my wife. It must be heavy for her "

" I didn't ask your wife to know about Gaffi. I just want you to give the same attention as your other children. I don't need more "

Coming home from malioboro my head is so dizzy. I took headache medicine.

When my wife fell asleep. Seeing my wife and son sleeping makes me cry.

I cried because they would be affected by Gaffi's presence in my life. The fruit of my mischief in the past.

But if I don't recognize Gaffi as my son, it's not fair to him because he's just a child who doesn't ask to be born and has no sin.

Maybe if my wife's baby blues is over I'll tell my wife everything.

I hope he understands and accepts Gaffi's presence.