My love is my first love

Cheated

" One time his son was taken on vacation Mas, I'm sorry to see where he never went " said Giandra one night when I wanted to go home.

" You know how Gi is doing, I'm as good as I can to be fair. But you know there are some things I can't do for Gaffi "

" But we've been here six months. Yesterday Gaffi nanya when can the road to the beach "

" You can choose a beach that is not too crowded, I did not ask you to take us to the mall. Just to the beach "

Indeed, during Gaffi here I never took him anywhere, because until this moment I have not spoken to my wife about the presence of Gaffi.

Actually my wife's baby blues are gone. She has returned as nice as ever, has returned to being a very good wife but I still have not had the heart to speak to my wife.

My wife also never asked when I came home a little late or when the weekend still had to work.

I should have asked Giandra and Gaffi for a way to the beach, but there was still fear that someone would recognize me as Galuh's husband and tell my wife that.

" I only asked for one day mas, please "

" I thought yes first "

This Sunday I'm giving my wife permission to work.

I reasoned Koh Ahong wanted to open a new counter so needed my help.

Fortunately my wife did not suspect that she would allow me.

This week I will take Gaffi to the hill of Pengilon.

Not many people visit the hill.

Under the hill there is also a beach, so if Gaffi does not want to go up the hill can also to play on the beach.

We played all day at the beach. Playing building castles in the sand, Giandra and Gaffi buried me in the sand and we swam on the beach.

It feels great to be able to spend time with Gaffi, my boy.

We played on the beach until the afternoon and then came back home.

" Thank you very much Mas has made Gaffi happy " said Giandra on the way home to Jogja.

I used Giandra's car because it was impossible just to meet Koh Ahong I brought a car, My wife would definitely be suspicious.

Arriving in Jogja turned out to be heavy rain along with strong winds.

Many large trees were uprooted by the wind that night.

Even when I got to Giandra's official house the wind rain was still going on.

I sent a message to my wife that I couldn't go home because of the rain.

My wife told me to come home when the rain stopped because the danger of coming home now scared me.

I waited until twelve o'clock the rain had not yet subsided.

I sent a message to my wife that it was still raining but not being countered, maybe sleeping.

" Would you sleep here tonight "Tawar Giandra who looks sleepy .

I thought for a while before deciding to stay at Giandra's house.

I slept in the living room, because the room in Giandra's house was only two. One room Gaffi happens to be a single bed that is only one person so it is not possible to sleep with Gaffi.

And saru again Giandra's room which although the king size bed still can not sleep together.

I ended up sleeping in the middle room with carpet and bed cover.

I woke up to the sound of Gaffi and Giandra who were preparing to be ready for activities.

" Eat first before going home "Tawar Giandra who made me a sandwich.

I just smiled as I bribed Giandra's sandwich.

" Tomorrow if you sleep again with me, Om "

I hope that there will be no more tomorrow that requires me to sleep in Giandra's place.

Because even though nothing happened, I assumed that what I did was wrong, and I felt guilty about my wife.

Before the counter I stopped by the house.

My son Gantari is still asleep, I hug and kiss his face. I don't know why I feel guilty about him.

My wife approached me to Gantari's room.

" Just come home? " My wife seems to have just woken up.

" Yes, last night I waited until midnight it was raining "

" Well, what's the bath? If you haven't had a shower yet "

After the shower I ate for a while after that left for the counter.

Since Giandra was assigned to Jogja, I became intense again to communicate with him, even though only about children.

In contact I named Giandra Koh Ahong a sympathy, so that my wife would not be suspicious.

I also went on holiday with Giandra and Gaffi.

Most are to nature tourism because until now I could not take them to the mall or the like.

With so many times we met the hatred that I had once felt towards Giandra turned into pity.

Pity because he had to marry someone he did not love, pity for having to divorce at a young age and pity for being a single mom.

Armed with pity, I became more attentive to Giandra.

Ask him what he's doing? Have eaten or have not yes such a thing.

Until the communication that originally only discussed the problem of Gaffi is now like a courtship person.

I don't know what I'm feeling in what life I'm living.

I love my wife and son but I also care so much about Giandra and our son Gaffi.

Until one night when we had just returned from the borobudur temple, I stayed at Giandra's house when the heart did not rain.

I lied to my wife saying I was having more business with Koh Ahong.

And I don't know what demon possessed my mind that I felt so passionate about Giandra.

And that night we did what we shouldn't have done.

I really enjoyed what happened last night, a surge I hadn't felt for a long time.

Because as long as my wife's baby blues she can't touch me at all.

Now I feel it all back in Giandra.

He was like waiting for this moment and we entered into a forbidden relationship that I would later regret.

Once I do that and I can't stop the activity that he says is heaven.

I forgot your wife who was so kind and loyal. Sincerely taking care of my son, I forgot about Gantari and Ghina who needed her father's presence at home.

I'm like a teenage boy who's in a romance hangover. And living this all behind my wife gives an adrenaline-inducing sensation.