Pluviophille Love Story's

Chapter 61's

Dimas sculpted while Gisha remained silent and accelerated his pace.

“Gisha! Wait!” exclaims Galang with gasping breath, the little eyes are festering, so what he saw was not wrong.

“Mama stop! It's Papa!” dimas shouted making the two people chasing each other stop.

Seeing the mother who was off guard, Dimas wriggled down and ran towards Galang which was not far from them.

Galang knelt down and spread his hands on Dimas.

They hugged each other tightly, venting a longing that had never been said.

Gisha was glued to his place, his eyes were teary, his whole life he had never been moved by anything, but this time he was moved to see the child embracing someone he had called Papa some time ago.

Galang looked at his son who was now crying in his arms, he did not expect to see them again, there were many questions in his mind, but let the question be conveyed later, at this time, at this time, he just wants to shed all his longing.

“Papa!” call Dimas raucous, tears Galang unstoppable again, he fell without Galang care about his presence.

“Iya Nak, this is Papa”

“Dimas kangen Pa!” in Galang's heart also wanted to scream that he also missed his baby that he thought was gone.

“Dimas.. let's go home son, he's not Papa kau” take Gisha without caring about Galang's sharp gaze.

As he was about to get angry, the little voice returned to the air.

“No! Mama lied! Mama always lied to Dimas! Lying is Mama's sin!” tightness, that's what Gisha felt, all this time never even once the little man snapped at her.

“Mama does not lie dear” belanya with raucous, it makes Dimas growled.

“He is not Papa kamu” added Gisha with tears in his eyes.

Dimas shook his head firmly making Gisha confused from where is this child convinced that Galang is his Papa?

“Mama often see Papa's photos in the drawer every night, said Aurel, Mama also likes to keep his Papa photos in the drawer continue to be seen every night, this is the Papanya Dimas Ma, who is also a mother, Dimas tau it” Gisha was astonished it turned out this was because this child was sure that Galang was his Papa.

Galang fell silent, without DNA testing he was sure that this copy of the photo was his son, but again Gisha tried to deny it, as hateful as this woman to him.

“Gish, I don't know what really happened after that incident, and I think we need to talk, I'm sure there's a misunderstanding here”

“No need! Come Dimas, come with Mama!” The frightened Dimas immediately tightened his embrace on Galang.

Unable to persuade, Gisha darkened her eyes and pulled Dimas violently making the child scream in pain.

“Gisha!!” snapped Galang and again took Dimas from the woman, Galang calmed Dimas who was now crying because of his mother's harsh treatment.

“Crazy yes you! Don't be rude to my son! You scared him” upset Galang made Gisha feel guilty, wanted to apologize but her hand was patted by that tiny hand.

Now Gisha realized her mistake.

“Cute me!” doubtfully Gisha followed Galang who still calmed Dimas from his cries.

Their destination was the Galang hotel room, quietly continuing to decorate their journey, Dimas was already asleep in his arms behind the wheel.

The car stopped in the parking lot.

“Please enter” Gisha directly in without saying thank you to Galang who opened the door for him.

“Sit quietly there, I'll put Dimas to sleep first” Gisha just nodded.

His mind recalled the events some time ago, both he and Dimas, they never spoke harshly and snapped at each other, but today everything happened, even he had been rude to his own son.

“Drink first” said Galang disperse all daydreams of the woman.

Without answering Gisha gulped the water greedily, while Galang, he was too absorbed in looking at the woman whom he had regretted his disappearance, it turned out that they were both still alive, Galang thanked it, and he was very happy, although he had to live in guilt for many years, it all paid off when he saw that both of them were fine.

“You shouldn't have brought us here” Galang frowned but kept quiet, providing time for this woman to vent her head.

Hearing no response Gisha ventured to look at Galang's face with a difficult gaze to interpret, all the turbulent feeling that he tried to endure.

“Is..trimu will definitely look for the whereabouts of her husband” she added again with a choked voice, Gisha lowered her head, not wanting this man to see her crying again.

“Memang” fishing rod Galang make Gisha look back at him sad.

‘So right?’

“But Kanaya's husband is in the hospital as well, so it doesn't matter if I'm here to solve our problem” is like a breath of fresh air Gisha suddenly relieved, that means Galang is not the husband of the woman he met earlier, right?

Galang moved closer and knelt before Gisha, clasping her soft hands, looking at the eyes of the young woman.

“I was devastated when your best friend told me that you died pregnant, my life is not calm Gish” Gisha eyes back in tears, he saw the sincerity and honesty of this man.

“I've believed from the beginning to meet, but I need confirmation from you, is it true that Dimas is not my son as you said earlier? My little heart says she's my son Gish, but you said not” the tears fell, Gisha had felt so bad, not just her son that she made sick because of her false statement, but this guy too.

Some time before this..

‘Sha, I want to ask you once again, do you still not love me?’his movement of Yoga was stopped, his best friend said that he loved him a long time ago made him a little awkward.

Long time no reply Yoga chuckled on top of his safe, ‘Your silence has answered all of Gish, so after all these years it remains that jerk guy who rules your heart?’

‘He's no jerk!’ Yoga again chuckles, Gisha's rebuttal this time to examine the sins of his past.

‘Yes, you're right, here I am the jerk, I made the fake news about you guys on that stupid jerk’ she said again, Gisha chose silence that fact also hurt her.

Yoga has told everything, about his attack on Galang and the fake news, which is regrettable Gisha why Galang did not seek the truth and swallowed the fake news round and round.

“He's your son” two words that seem to fill Galang's squeezed chest cavity.

Galang wept a day, many times he kissed Gisha's hand gently, “Thank God” muttered in between his tears.

Again Gisha was touched, so happy that Galang heard the truth that he had been keeping tight.

“I do not know what good I have done until God grants my prayers” said gratefully.

Gisha who heard that made her tears spill again, it was also her prayer, her hope to meet again with Galang, the man who still reigned in her heart.

TB