Pursuing My Husband's First Love
First day of the wedding

Tonight felt very quiet, my bed turned even colder. One by one my fears became real, I faced them all in the name of sacrifice.

I felt, on the other end, that Mas Musa and Mba Mariam were laughing at my stupidity. They may be celebrating their love that has finally become one. The two of them were already like perfect whole circles, leaving me here as the wedge.

Can I survive?

I spent the night sitting on a prayer mat, complaining about all my weaknesses, trying to find peace and quiet in the midst of the happiness of my husband and his new wife.

In the end I divided my husband, the shadow of Mas Musa and Mba Mariam was grappling in the night the bride always infiltrated my dhikr. I try not to think in that direction, but my mind is sick of having to go back in lie. My hands trembled withstanding the many wild hallucinations, imagining what was happening in their bridal chamber.

This is the fact that I had to divide everything so that Moses would share his heart with me a little bit. Although my heart was torn apart and torn to shreds until it was no longer shaped. But this is my choice, I have to face it.

Yes Alloh, give me patience as wide as the ocean, give me a kink like a reef, if this is your destiny guide me to continue on the right path.

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By morning, I was busy with the kitchen. There are still parents Mas Musa, Mas Aaron, and Mr. Iwan here, the plan is today they will just go home. I have to prepare breakfast for them, even though my body feels crumpled, but I must not look weak, or lose.

I was washing rice when someone came to me.

"Hey Ukhti .. have let me and Mr. Iwan cook," said Mas Harun surprised me.

"Don't Mas, this is Medina's job."

"Already do not force yourself, I know your night is bad, better rest, about my cooking and Mr. Iwan can also." Mas Aaron tried to force, he took the pot out of my hand and continued my work.

"Just rest Ukhty, look at your face pale lest the person who saw run away scared because he thought he met a ghost," he continued, I did not expect Mas Aaron to have a side like this.

"Thank you ...." I finally went back to my room.

I lay my body on the bed, all night I did not sleep at all, the shadow of Mas Musa and Mba Mariam always appeared when I tried to close my eyes. But isn't this just the beginning? Up ahead there will be many more things testing my sincerity. Shouldn't sincerity be spoken?

Curse your phone and I open some chat that has been piled up in my green app. A lot of what I've been through, I just picked a chat from my mom.

[Sir, the heart of the mother is very sick, the mother is disappointed with the besan family, why is the mother's child polygamous?]

[You're patient, Nduk]

[The door of the house is always open, if you are not strong and want to go back, Nduk]

[Sir, bales mom's message, mom's worried, mom's phone you never pick up on]

My mother still couldn't believe that it all started with my own decision.

[Assalamualaikum Buk, Medina is fine, don't think that kind of suudzon let alone the same family Mas Musa, this is my absolute decision] my reply.

...

I felt a soft caress sweep over my hair, and a warm kiss greeted my forehead. So comfortable, something that always makes me opiate. My moses?!

I opened my eyes and the face of Moses was right in front of me. Moses continued to kiss both of my cheeks. May I? I don't think I'm gonna wake up. I felt Moses lying down and hugging me warmly, right, this was indeed a dream. I've never felt a touch this smooth.

"Dec, are you sick?" This is really Mas Musa, and I am not dreaming.

I woke up in shock, "Mas Moses!"

"Sorry Dek, I'm not bothering ya?"

"The hour of 10 Decks, no papa said Mas Harun all night he heard you did not sleep."

"Oh .. Yes, why is he here? Mothers of the same Father what is breakfast? Last Mas Harun told me to rest, Medina only intended to lie down for a while even overslept." I felt guilty for not serving my in-laws and my brother-in-law, I was just about to wake up but Mas Musa was holding me back.

"It's .. no papa, it's all done."

"Oh .. sukurlah, sorry Mas, Medina does not serve Mas's parents well."

"You're so good, Dek."

"Why is it here? Where's Mba Mariam?"

"Mariam in his house, this is Mas' house, why can't Mas come here?"

The presence of Mas Musa made me wonder, did their bridal night not go well?

"Why do you keep eating?" I unconsciously looked at Mas Musa without blinking.

"Mas all right? Last night, ehm ... I mean why did Mas choose to come here while Mas just opened a new page with Mba Mariam?"

"Mariam who told me, Dek, is it the same mother you want to go home."

"Oh ...." It means that Mba Mariam did not tell Mas Musa would not come here.

Now, it was Moses' turn to look at me until I was wrong.

"A-there's something wrong Mas, Medina woke up ugly huh?"

"No Deck, you are beautiful" answered Mas Musa, looking me in the eye.

"Mas Moses and Mba Mariam are okay? Is there a problem? Why is this the same as Medina?" I asked, feeling Mas Musa's attitude is too strange for a newlywed.

"Mas amazed you, Dek, thank you for all your sincere sacrifices, I feel guilty. I promise to try to be fair to both of you, both physical and heart," said Mas Musa, again promised, whether the number of times Mas Musa told me, either to convince me or to convince himself.

"really Mas? Will I love Medina?" tanyaku.

"Yes, don't cry again Deck!" Moses stroked my cheek again, I smiled, wishing I had not misjudged a Musa Hamizan, who would always keep his promise.

"Bissmilbornohmanirohim ...!" Moses said a prayer, meaning ....

Mas Musa wanted me on his first day to marry my mad Mba. I can't believe it, it's happening.

My heart was tired from enduring the pain all night, the night my husband reunited with his first love. I'm burning jealous, isn't that human?

However, Mas Musa's touch again made me believe, combined will not kill my heart. All my wounds healed, my broken heart seemed to grow back, my dead heart was beating again.

I am happy, my love is only for you, Mas, even though I only wait for the division of hearts of people who first control your heart.

...

"The new bride is shampooing it here!" exclaimed Mas Aaron as soon as he found Mas Musa out of the bathroom, I happened to have taken a shower first when they were busy chatting in front.

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