Pursuing My Husband's First Love
A Happy Marriage

A car rang out to enter the courtyard of the house, the family entourage that was going to propose to me had arrived. I'm getting nervous, many times I look at the reflection of my own reflection in the mirror, the hijab, the robe, the powder, a little liptint, OK. My hands are shaking and cold.

"Aci ...!"

It hurts, when I pinch my own hand, which means it's not a dream. I didn't expect someone I'd seen just a few weeks ago, who made me fall in love at first sight, to come propose to me.

The sound of knocking on the door blew my mind.

"Medina, let's go out, son, the sermon is about to begin!" my mother exclaimed and made my heart thump even more.

"Yes, Mom!"

I took a breath and then I exhaled slowly, trying to control the explosive nervousness and clashing with happiness.

"Bissmilbornohmanirohim!"

I set foot steps to get out.

There were 6 people who came, including my future husband. I was greeted with friendly greetings, they were waiting, all eyes were on me. I was so nervous and embarrassed that I did not dare to circulate my gaze, I lowered my head as long as my future uncle, Kiyai Sholeh, explained the obvious purpose of his arrival, and wished for my family to welcome the intention of this worship. I barely heard her every sentence, because it felt like my heart was beating too fast.

"How is it that Child Medina, is willing to accept Moses, my short-lived niece?" concluded later.

"Insha Alloh I am willing," I replied timidly to the cat.

Curiosity in Mas Musa's expression, prompted me to boldly glance at the look on his face which was Subhannalloh, handsome. He smiled as he said Hamdallah, happy I felt immeasurable, it was like a dream come true. I am sure my feelings are with Mas Musa.

Musa had just completed his education in Tarim, Yemen. And only about a month ago to return home, Mas Musa came from a city with a distance of about 1 hour from my place. Mas Musa's uncle was an influential person in my area, so when he revealed he would propose to me for his nephew, my parents immediately agreed, and to me this was a great blessing, someone handsome, sholeh, someone who was very handsome, and the educated suddenly wanted me, Medina khafiza as his wife.

Various preparations make busy the entire house and events like this are always used as a gathering place for relatives and also some neighbors. Looks like my husband's family is a prominent person in his area, until the motorcade is reported to reach 3 large buses. I am happy, many will pray for my wedding later, it looks like this will be a festive event, hopefully not to eliminate the sacredness of the qobulnya ijab later.

Until the appointed day, echoed a firm, yet gentle and melodious voice calling my name Medina khafiza bint Jamaludin as his wife.

"Alhamdulillah!"

The magnitude of the event is not comparable to my limited energy, but everything still runs smoothly. The first night we went through with Mas Musa prayer reading at the top of my head, he invited me to pray, then rest, because today's event is so draining. I once again admired the personality of my husband, Mas Musa. I still can't believe I can call it my husband's title.

About a third of the night, I woke up, I heard someone crying, I spread my eyes and saw Mas Musa sitting on his alphabet, in the small corner of our beautiful bridal room. There was no clear sound of his prayer, but it seemed that Mas Musa was expressing his gratitude for this worship of our lifetime, how happy were you, Mas Musa?

I felt ashamed until I finally woke up to follow Mas Musa to pray at night, I felt the same gratitude.

"Moses, why don't you wake me up?"

"Ehh, sorry Dek, you wake up, you sleep really well, must be tired all day to greet guests, Mas want to wake up not have the heart."

"Yes, I took ablution first yes, Mas," said my ass as I left.

"You want me, Dek?"

"Not to be ordinary." Moses nodded and continued his prayer.

It was so clumsy, but every second of it was so thrilling. I will surely enjoy this process of introduction, may I not disappoint Mas Musa, I will try to be a good wife for him.

Long story short, a week after marriage I was taken out of town, Mas Musa just got an offer to teach there. I'm used to living away from my parents, because I used to live in a dorm, but because of my departure this time with a different status, my sense of haru was different.

"Mommy, pray for Medina ya." I hugged her tightly before finally leaving as a wife.

Throughout the journey Mas Musa recounted his experiences of Hadramauth, the city of the prophets, its beauty, its serenity, its peace, all Mas Musa described, how fascinated I was with the stories of my husband. Mas Musa was very good at melting my clumsy attitude, and sure enough our chatter was more familiar even Mas Musa began to caress my cheek a little. This trip was my first chance to be free together with Mas Musa, because while in my house, my family always scrambled to talk with Mas Musa, until I had no chance to just chat together.

"Thank you Dek, you're going to follow where you're going."

"No need to thank Mas, Medina willingly lives where the same Mas Musa came from."

"Mas Musa has not been able to buy Adek house, while we contract first Dek, hopefully windfall mas quickly collected so can give adek a comfortable home."

"Aamiin, may your tiredness be a blessing, Mas." I want to say more than that because Mas Musa's promise really makes me happy, but I must keep my attitude in front of Mas Musa lest I look better.

Arriving at the house that has been prepared by Mas Musa's friends, we are greeted by some friends of Mas Musa here. I was amazed at him so well, that his long life abroad did not make him lose friends here. The house was tidy, Mas Musa and I only brought clothes and some personal items, the furniture was complete so I did not have to bother thinking about the contents, and I did not have to bother thinking about the contents, it's simple, but it's enough for me.

Mas Musa was already preparing to sleep, driving away seemed to make him tired and also entertain some friends earlier, and a little friendly with the neighbors, ah draining energy indeed.

I had just closed my eyes when I felt a soft caress sweep across my forehead.

"Have you prayed Isya, Dek?" Mas Musa asked me wrongly, because from that night I came to the moon and today I just holy.

"Mas, Maghrib was already." My mind floated imagining what was about to happen, I was nervous, tense, and embarrassed.

"Hemm, can you ask for my rights tonight?" it sounds so romantic in my ears.

I was unable to answer, my tongue was twisted, only my heart was so sassy to answer, with such a loud thump. So that I am sure, with our current distance, Moses must have heard his voice. I nodded slowly, Mas Musa approached me and it was not my heart that lost its control, I also felt clearly the heartbeat of Mas Musa.

"Bissmilbornohmanirohim ...." The lips of Moses recited prayer.

I closed my eyes, embarrassed. I don't know what to do, Mas Musa was the same, he just followed his instincts. I enjoyed every touch that was a first experience for me and also for Mas Musa, I imagined my sins falling there.

Thank God, my dream night, every girl's dream, has happened. Subhannalloh, beautiful with both of us who are still shy.

Back, I was awakened in a third of the night by the voice of Mas Musa. But this time my husband was not praying, Mas Musa's body was sweating and mumbled a little. It seems like Moses had a nightmare. I shook Mas Musa's body trying to wake him up to escape the dream.

"Mas Musa istighfar, Mas!" Moses replied by muttering again, I shook it a little harder and called out his name.

"Maraen ... Maria ...!" I looked at my husband's lips and I tried to equate his lips with what my ears heard.

"Mariaaam ... !" This time I was not wrong.

"Astagfirullohaladzim!" exclaimed Mas Musa when my attempt to wake him succeeded, the sweat on his face indicates the dream must have been unpleasant.

"What dream? What's a nightmare?"

"No matter Deck, wash first we pray together," he said with breathing that is still irregular.

Mariam, who is she? A beautiful night broke in an instant.

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