Pursuing My Husband's First Love
Grey Infused Gems

MEDINA POV

I tried to strengthen myself by multiplying the istighfar, after a sip of water helped me regain my consciousness.

"Tante Medina, how's it going?" asked one of the residents who swarmed me, I panicked to not recognize anyone around me.

"Mama Okta's husband .. accident, now Mama Okta is picked up to go to the hospital" he explained.

"Innalillahi .. reported Mr. RT, let's report to Mr. RT immediately!" yell at one of them.

I tried to get up when I saw Octavia was done from her salary, she kept running even though she was a little hobbled. I ran up to him and hugged the little girl.

"Tante Medina why?" ask Octavia plain.

"No papa, let's go home with aunty just happened to be Mama's having business, so Okta same aunt first yes, Okta's motor key is the same aunt," I said while pointing the key to him.

"Where's your mom going?" ask Okta again.

"There's a need for a minute."

"Assalamualaikum .. aunt Medina!" exclaiming Desi Tea who came panting towards me.

"Nrankings ...,"

"I was told Mama Okta to come here, afraid of taking Tante Medina," Teh Desi is one of Mba Mariam's employees.

"Is there any news?" ask me on Desi Tea.

"Not Tan, may Mr. Bian tea be nothing!"

"Better Tea Desi mama Okta nyudus aja, justin Okta same me, Mama Okta definitely need temen," I suggested to him.

"I don't feel good, I'm afraid of Aunt Medina."

"Nerepotin, I want to help."

"Yes, I went to the house of Ms. RT first, thanks Tan, Assalamualaikum ...."

I glanced at Octavia, the confused little girl, I tried to calm down and smiled at her.

"We're going to play with auntie's house first, right?" Octavia nodded then climbed onto the motor.

I let Okta watch her favorite cartoon show, while I paced around waiting for news. I sent a lot of messages to Mas Musa, but Mas Musa was probably busy.

Until at last, the sound of an announcement from the Mosque that made my body limp as if boneless, I looked towards Okta, my eyes fading as tears began to pool. I ran and immediately hugged the little girl's body, she seemed to flinch and was astonished at my behavior. Okta returned my embrace she gently rubbed my back with her little hands.

"Cup ... cup .. cup! Don't cry anymore Auntie!" said the little girl softly, shamefully I cried as much as she did.

"Mama is also a cantaloupe kemalin Mama nangis, but if abis hugged Papa, Mama does not cry anymore," said Okta who is still slurred, speech that makes me cry.

Okta rubbed both of my cheeks with her tiny hands, she smiled, a smile that made my heart sad. It would not be hearty to tell about the passing of his father.

"Dear to Papa?" my many.

"I'm very happy," he answered.

"If Allah loves Okta more, how dear is it?"

"Yes no papa, is Okta always doain let Papa and Mama loved the same God."

"Alhamdulillah, Okta the sholeh son."

I do not not not sympathize with the trials that are happening Mba Mariam and Okta, but I am well aware of the reason Mas Musa released Mba Mariam, was Pak Bian, who was, the figure of a husband who really understands Mba Mariam according to the glasses of Mas Musa, the figure of the perfect husband.

After this what will happen to me? My household? The Heart of Moses? Haula wa la quwwata illa billahil 'aliyyil azhimi.

I again tried to contact Mas moses, it looks like Mas Musa has opened his phone, it looks like he has been active a few minutes ago, but why my message has not been blue tick? I took the initiative to call him.

"Assalamualaikum, Mas," I panicked, Mas Musa replied with a slight whisper.

I was just surprised Mas Musa turned out to be one step faster, Mas Musa was already in the hospital. Yes Alloh .. is this the beginning of my loss? I thought selfishly, when Mba Mariam was grieving I was busy thinking about my own fate.

Astaghfirullohal'sparat ...!

I saw Okta singing and dancing to the rhythm of her favorite cartoon song.

We love

My pain ⁇

S ⁇ ⁇ m ⁇

Silverware ⁇ ng

My pain ⁇

Always

Yes Allah is One of His

d ⁇ m ⁇ m ⁇ papa

Have mercy

k ⁇ mu

⁇ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇

Have mercy

k ⁇ mu

....

There were lyrics to the song Okta was following, Ya Alloh strengthen the child's heart?

After I finished doing the Dzuhur prayer I slipped Al-fatihah for the late Pak Bian, for the fortitude of Mba Mariam, and for the little Octavia. Then my phone shook, Teh Desi reported that the body was on its way home. I immediately got ready, of course not just physical but heart.

I rode a motorcycle while continuing to answer questions from Octavia. I almost ran out of words to face him, my heart slashed as I answered his curiosity. Moreover, with an unusual crowd at his house, Octavia asked more and more, sometimes I only answered with tears and a kiss on Okta's right and left cheek.

I'm sure there were more questions when Octavia witnessed Papa's body being stretchered down and greeted by a large crowd.

"What is aunt?"

Then Mas Musa's car followed behind, Bu RT and Teh Dewi came down and memapah Mba Mariam. Octavia ran to Mama with a slight limp due to a cut from the broken coffee glass of her Papa this morning. Yes Alloh ....!

Mba Mariam .. forgive me for being jealous of your life.

Mba Mariam happiness with a moment of change with sadness, Mba Mariam who is happy because her husband is now not even able to cry anymore, Mba Mariam is weak and even her body must be washed by several people.

Mariam who made opium, who transmitted happiness to anyone who saw her laughter, now returns to transmit sorrow and tears to anyone who witnesses the weeping loss and moaning of her soul. His ever-glowing eyes now radiated a wounded soul and body. I couldn't even look at him for too long. All who came to cry, they took turns hugging Mba Mariam, scrambling to express their condolences and also whisper advice so that Mba Mariam strong. I'm not sure Mba Mariam heard that.

Innalillahiwainnailaihirojijun .., everything we have belongs to Allah, whenever and however Allah takes it, we must be sincere and patient. Of Moses? I don't even have her heart.

I approached Mas Musa who was standing not far from his car. I was sad to see Mba Mariam, especially Mas Musa, what was in his mind watching all this?

"Mas ... ?"

I held tightly to her hand, and I saw her eyes turn red, indicating that Moses had wept at Mariam's sorrow. Musa answered my hand even tighter, I knew he was not okay. The diamond that Mba Mariam gave me to hold, is now injured because the jewel is being covered in gray.

Wait ... !

Jas Mas Musa ... ?

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