Pursuing My Husband's First Love
Talk to Old Friends

Mariam sits in front of her favorite martabak and a cup of black coffee that begins to cool, her mind glares away, Mizan's presence does remind her of the past feelings she has accumulated, but Mariam is deeply troubled by Medina's continued attitude towards her past.

Her decision to go and live in another city was to forget all about Mizan and all that Mariam reminds of Mizan, but accidentally Mizan who decided to start a new life outside the city for the same reason as Mariam, was met with Mariam in the same city.

Mariam took a deep breath, showing a burden of mind that was quite disturbing her peace of mind.

The doorbell rang once, twice, three times. Mariam was so deep in her own thoughts that her ears were no longer sensitive to sound.

Braaggkk .. braaagkk .. braaagkk....!

"Well, you sleep?!" bian shouted in front of the fence of his own door while shaking the gate.

Mariam soon regained her senses and staggered towards the front door to open the door for her husband.

"Sorry Pah, my mother was not horrified" said Mariam.

"Kirain was asleep, instead" Bian gawked in and Mariam locked the gate again.

"Where is Pah, if there is prayer isya until 10 o'clock like this?"

"Preferral habits,"

"Walking?" search Mariam

"No, discussion mah," Bian tried to defend himself.

"Here, use the term discussion when chatting nonsense," replied Mariam.

"Discussions are discussions" replied Bian trying to convince his wife on classical grounds.

"You drink coffee items malem-alem like this Mah?" bian asked as soon as he saw Mariam's coffee cup.

"Yes, it just happened to be a peeper."

"What kind of player" said Bian, "You drink coffee items usually have more thoughts."

"What time?" ask Mariam.

"Yes, why? What's the problem?" ask Bian.

"There is no reward, just want it" Mariam smiled at her husband.

"You know mah, jand!"

"Why? Pretty?"

"It's not good to see if you're upset again" Bian teased.

Mariam approached her husband and hugged him from behind.

"Why? Here-here hug ... !" Bian was about to return Mariam's embrace but Mariam refused.

"Let's go, from behind! He said my face was not good to look at" said Mariam.

Bian was silent and allowed Mariam to hug herself from behind as much as her heart.

"Thank you Pah" said Mariam.

'Thank you for always giving me comfort without ever asking too much, ' Mariam said.

"Sama-sama, but not free you know Mah," seduced Bian while rubbing Mariam's hand coiled on her stomach.

Mariam glanced at Octavia who was sleeping soundly in the room.

"Aman Mah, safe!" bian codes to Mariam while her hand turns off the middle room light button.

The next morning, the bustle at Mariam's house went on as usual. Mariam prepares all the Bian needs and makes breakfast for Bian. Meanwhile, Octavia was sitting in front of the television with her favorite cartoon.

"Well, tonight please cook a delicious yes, later tonight papa want to invite you to eat here."

"Tumben, who?"

"There is good cooking, mah, Assalamualaikum .. papa go first."

Mariam also prepared rice liwet, fried chicken, salted fish, sambal, oseng kale, lalapan. Do not forget oranges and watermelons as desserts. It was the favorite menu of her husband's friends when they went to her house.

That's how Bian always understood Mariam as a fortune teller. Mariam loves to cook, although Bian doesn't talk much she always knows Mariam's heart and always seems to know how Mariam wants to be treated, so when Mariam was upset Bian deliberately told his wife to cook for his friend who would come home. Simple indeed, but Bian is able to make happy with his incredible analysis and simple actions that are always right on target in Mariam's heart.

Mariam happily shopped her ingredients and cooked them with great joy, so that Mariam forgot for a moment the silence in her heart.

"Who is the same?"

"And he said to ngajak temen, mama has cooked a lot you know, don't say not so dateng his friends, why not ngabarin first if it's not so?" ask Mariam.

"So Mah, it'll be malem."

"Hmmm, kirain is not so, want to be next to food."

"So, I'm very sensitive indeed Oktavia is not so-so well?"

A few hours later, Mariam's doorbell rang. Mariam opened the door immediately. Mariam was getting ready to smile to greet friend Bian, but the smile disappeared changing with a surprised expression as Mariam knew that the ones standing at the door were Medina and Mizan.

"Assynnnya ... Mba Mariam," said Medina.

"Wa - Waalaikumsa - lam,"

"Waalaikumsalam Mr. Moses, let's go in!" bian answered from behind Mariam.

Mariam looks at her husband intimidatedly, but Bian ignores her and chooses to be friendly with her invited guests. Medina and Moses then entered following Bian's direction, while Mariam was still standing at the door, pinching her own hands.

'It doesn't seem like a dream!' inner Mariam felt her own pinch hurt.

"Well, where's the rice? Let's bring it here!" pinta Bian looked at Mariam who was silent.

Without answering Mariam immediately to the kitchen to prepare to serve food.

"Mba .. Let me help ya," said Medina who followed Mariam to the kitchen.

"Yes, sorry .. I'm surprised it was you guys who came."

"Mas Musa said that Mba's husband invited us to come, sorry Mba we didn't know that this invitation was without Mba Mariam's knowledge."

"It's no papa, it's no big deal."

Medina and Mariam took turns bringing dishes to the front room where Mariam prepared lesehan like the likes of Bian's friends, after they finished sitting around the dishes of Mariam's cuisine.

"Octavia is sleeping Mba?" ask Medina.

"Udah, it was not a nap so finished maghrib already sleepy."

Bian held Mariam's hand tightly, then smiled and invited Medina and Moses to eat.

"Let's Mr. Moses and his wife do not hesitate, my wife is smart to cook you know .. please!"

Mariam just kept quiet and noticed her familiar husband and ex all of a sudden. His heart wondered what Bian was actually doing. Mariam never said directly that Mizan was the one who made her so sad first, even Mariam never told me by mentioning Mizan's name throughout her relationship with Bian. Bian is so relaxed with the past or even Mariam's feelings that are not for him.

"Thank God ... !"

Medina again petrified Mariam to clean food and cut fruit as a cover in the kitchen.

"Mba, thank you for the banquet, it turns out Mba Mariam pinter once cooked," said Medina.

"Together," answered Mariam briefly.

"Mba, I'm - I'm sorry for yesterday's incident" Medina tried to ventured into opening a conversation with Mariam, but Mariam just kept quiet did not show any response.

"Mba Mariam was right, I tortured myself and wounded Mas Musa and Mba Mariam, thank you Mba Mariam has awakened me."

"It's Din, no need to be tapped again."

"But Mba's husband invited us here so we could talk."

"What ... ?"

"Mba's husband, allowed Mas Musa to just chat with Mba Mariam,"

"There's no way Mas Bian is, he doesn't even know that Mizan is."

"Again Mba, allow Mas Musa to speak" Medina said.

"True Mah," Bian suddenly followed into the kitchen and spoke, "Talk to her as an old friend who both laughed at the past."

"Mah ... !!!"

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