Pursuing My Husband's First Love
Mariam's Moral Burden

"The new bride is shampooing it here!" The appearance of Mas Harun surprised me, I forgot that there is still Mas Aaron who likes fun here.

"Why? Envy?!" I said to him, I smiled mockingly and walked past him by continuing to wipe my wet hair, I deliberately wanted to make him feel defeated.

My smile soon faded when I saw the presence of Mariam and Octavia who were chatting with Father and Mother. Mariam must have heard my words and Mas Aaron earlier, said Mas Aaron set me up.

Guilt suddenly infiltrated my heart, I was misbehaved, awkward, and embarrassed because it was not just Mariam's existence, but my parents.

"Mariam?" He looked at me and smiled.

Was there not a hint of jealousy in his heart? I wanted so much to be cheated on by Mariam. My memory returned last night, as I tried to slowly touch her heart. I racked my brain trying to dilute her attitude, looking for a gap so she could trust me as her priest.

She refused my little touches, and when she fell asleep I felt her holding me, I was so happy, but what came out of her lips was the name of her late husband, Biantara.

He hugged me tightly, filled with longing desires, I realized, my struggle to shift Biantara will not be easy.

Finally, I felt how painful it was to be Medina, when almost every night I slept and mentioned Mariam in my sleep. Now, I slept with Mariam, and she mentioned Biantara's name in her deep sleep on the night of our bride.

That's why I rushed here and I saw my wounded bidadis. I wanted to hug her, realizing how badly she had been hurt.

I will be fair as fair as possible, I will try to realize all not only in the form of words. And I will make Mariam love me again.

"I go in first" I said before entering the room.

Medina greeted me with a smile, I'm sure she also heard Mas Aaron chirping.

"Cuekin, Dek, Mas Harun really likes that."

"Yes, but Medina is ashamed."

"No dear papa, we show that we are happy now" I said to calm him down.

"Oh yeah, there's Mariam and Octavia outside," I told him, unexpectedly Medina was surprised.

"Mba Mariam's? Then?" tanyanya worried, her behavior just makes me anxious.

"Then what dear?"

"Mba Mariam isn't angry? um ...."

"Jealous?"

"Yep,"

"No Deck, Mariam is not jealous, already ... Mom and I are leaving, let's go!"

Kugandeng Medina's hand that looks hesitant to step up.

"Well, which new bride is it anyway?!" insinuated Mas Aaron again, it seems he still does not accept with his defeat.

"Hust ... saru you!" reprimand the Father to Mas Aaron.

Honestly I enjoy Mas Aaron's behavior, I just want to know how Mariam responds, but he seems to be fine. Mariam, when will our old love rise again in your eyes?

Several times I saw Mas Aaron stealing glances at Mariam, he stared at me with a look that made me uncomfortable. Mas Aaron was also familiar with Octavia, of course he was more experienced because he was already a father. I want Mariam to be jealous but the truth is I'm the one who's jealous of her.

"Aaron's uncle is he mamah?" ask Octavia lugu.

"This uncle is not Mama Mariam, but this uncle is super hero Okta!" replied Mas Aaron with a contrived voice.

"Waaaw .. so can you take Okta to fly?" ask Okta in amazement.

"Can ... come on!" Mas Aaron allowed Okta to go up to his back, they both laughed. The room was warm with their chatter.

"Later Okta play also yes with Kaka Haidar," said Mas Harun.

"Who is Kaka Haidal?"

"She's Okta's sister, uncle's son who was there ...!"

I extended my hand to stop her squeezing her own stomach. I know she's sad because she hasn't been given any pregnancy favors.

"Sorry ..," he said.

"No papa." I smiled at him to calm him down.

Though actually I was not in a calm state, I had to keep Medina feeling if not, I would have sat next to Mariam and made Mas Aaron stop stealing glances at her. All this makes my blood boil.

"Father, Mother, the car is ready" reported Mr. Iwan.

It was time for my family to return home, they still had to stop by Medina's place to explain the true circumstances to the Medina family. I'm too much of a hassle.

"Be careful, Mariam could have turned to me" Mas Harun said before leaving, though he jokingly spoke but I knew he was threatening me. The car drove away, mother repeatedly said that I had to be fair.

"If you'll excuse me, then" said Mariam after the car was no longer visible, she walked as she led Okta to her bike.

I wanted to prevent it, but seeing Medina's face I didn't have the heart.

"Take Mba Mariam Mas!" medina tried to convince me.

"You're still a new couple, Medina knows, Mas."

"No, I can do it myself!" Mariam chimed in.

Medina looked at me, she must have been a little hesitant to argue that Mariam said no.

"But Mba ...,"

"Why? You want me to look in a piggy bank with your husband?!" mariam said sharply.

"I am a widow whose husband has not long since died, but has remarried and become a second wife!"

"You know Din, how does it feel to hold that title in society?"

Medina was silent at Mariam's words. One thing that became my escape was the moral burden that Mariam had to bear because of this marriage.

"Assynnya!" Mariam immediately insisted her motorcycle go without caring about the whining of Octavia who still wanted to play here.

"Pursue Mba Mariam, Mas!" pinta Medina's.

Without Medina, I told you I was going after Mariam.

"Mas go first, Mas come later again, don't forget to eat, Deck!" my pamit to Medina.

Kupacu Medina's motorcycle to chase after Mariam. I still haven't divided the amount of my day, when I should be with Medina and when I should be with Mariam and Octavia.

"Assynnya!" I said with a hurried breath, but I did not run.

"Marine ...."

"Mariam, why are you so?"

"No papa Zan, I'm just not used to it yet."

Mariam sat facing Okta who was playing with her dolls. His face looked sad, not because of jealousy towards Medina, but because of the new predicate he held.

I walked slowly closer to her, then sat right by her side. Mariam shifted her seat as I tried to sit close to her.

"There's Octavia, she doesn't know yet, has to slowly tell her how we are now."

I breathed heavily, Mariam tried to avoid me, but the reason she used also had a point.

"At least call me husband or mas."

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