Pursuing My Husband's First Love
Falling in Love Time and time again

It seems like Mas Musa is not just after Mba Mariam, he will stay there. It has been 3 hours that Moses did not return. I have to be sincere, and I have to get used to it.

I spent my time in a house, a small house whose warmth was now reduced. But may love come soon to overshadow this house.

I forgot my dish soap ran out, because I was busy preparing for Mas Musa's wedding I forgot not to shop monthly, while the dishwashing piled up behind.

I immediately put on my headscarf, and went to buy soap at the stall on foot, because my bike was taken by Mas Musa.

"The message of Mama Okta ngabisin his iddah here, wong already there is a new target, the Aunt Medina must be combined," said someone.

I stopped in front of the stall when I heard the sound of some people chatting, I deliberately delayed my steps to enter, I wanted to hear more.

"Yes, if the man whose wife died continues to rush to marry the natural, this is the man who died just finished the iddah has married again, so the second bini again," the other timpal.

"I think Mama Okta's a good woman, uh turns out to be rich because of her behavior."

"There are fortunately Buibu times for us, how if there is a young widow who is rich clear Mama Okta can be threatened all of us, fortunately she just immediately married again."

"But some say Aunt Medina who means --,"

"Academy ...!" I decided to go in, it turns out this kind of talk made Mba Mariam angry.

"Astaghfirullohaladzim, Istighfar Mothers," I rebuked them.

"Eh Tan-tante Medina." They're all misbehaving.

"It's not good to say Mom, anyways I asked Mama Okta to marry my husband." I tried to silence them all.

"But why Aunt Medina?"

"Married worship, let alone married a widow whose husband died, the reward is greater, and we also get the bonus of being able to love orphans. Are we wrong?!" They all kept quiet hearing my words.

"Tante Medina is great, big-spirited, I salute Aunt Medina. Although he is young but his mind is mature," praise one of them.

"So please, no one talks about our family badly anymore. If anyone talks bad I ask for help straightened out, may all Mothers also get their reward."

"Yes Aunty, I pray that by loving the orphan Aunt Medina quickly be given a baby" said one of them.

"Aamiin, ma'am I want dish soap one." I immediately bought the soap I was looking for and I threw my foot away from it.

"Don't Aunt Medina be pitted against barrenness" said another person with a slight whisper, I'm not too far away so I can all hear clearly.

'Astaghfirullohaladzim!'

I kept walking away, unable to bear the feeling of hearing more. My intention was to straighten out, but in fact I had to break back.

I channeled my grief by washing a pile of dirty dishes, just crying alone won't change things. I must ask Mas Musa to immediately do a health check and promil as soon as possible, I also want to be perfect as Mba Mariam.

[Assalamualaikum, Dek, tonight Mas nginep at Mariam's house well, mas will divide the day into 3 nights for you and the next 3 nights for Mariam, how about Deck?] the message on my green app from Mas Musa.

Even though I thought it would be like this, I am still disappointed.

[Yes, Mom. Medina nurut aja] reply.

[I'm sorry Dek, Mariam is still shaken a lot that bothers her mind]

[Yes Mas, greetings to Okta and Mba Mariam]

[Tomorrow Mas between the motors]

[No need, Medina is not going anywhere]

[Alright, Assalamualaikum, you be careful Deck, do not forget to eat yes]

[Waalaikumsalam, yes]

I took a deep breath and took it out slowly. Jealousy is a woman's nature, although polygamy starts with me but I still feel jealous. May the blessings of this polygamy come to me soon. Let me be jealous if Moses does not go away from me.

Because I replied to Mas Musa's message I kept playing my phone. I opened the app with my 'F' logo. It turned out that the news of Mas Musa's marriage so quickly spread, a lot of congratulations that painted the old account belonging to Mas Musa and the old account belonging to Mba Mariam.

Most of them are old friends of Mas Musa and also people who know their romance stories first.

[Split distance, time, circumstances, status, but you guys end up getting a match too]

There are many more captions from those who are happy, I can no longer read them let alone read the comments. It seems like the universe is happy for their marriage. I'm the only one here who's alone feeling the nature of jealousy.

Let my bed be cold, but I will warm my night by reciting to Allah. Why should I regret my own decision? While I can seduce Allah so that the universe will also side with me.

🏵🏵🏵🏵🏵

After the Fajr prayer I heard the sound of Mas Musa's motorbike stopping in front of the gate. I immediately approached and opened the gate for Mas Musa.

There was a tremendous relief infiltrating my life plan, a thirst for longing that was doused with coolness. Moses smiled and made my heart flutter again. I love and am more and more grateful to be the wife of Moses Hamizan.

Everything I have to go through now is like nothing when my priest stands before me like an oasis in the middle of the desert. I was happy, it turns out that 2 days not meeting Mas Musa made my love grow bigger. How sweet I am.

"Acrasum ... !" greetings to Moses.

"Waalaikumsalam," I immediately greeted Mas Musa's hand that was outstretched towards me.

"His art came home with a sweet smile rich gini," said Mas Musa as he kissed my forehead and kissed the top of my head.

"Is it, Mas?" tanyaku.

"Yes, let's go in. The holidays are over and we have to go again, Dek."

"Yes, Medina's gonna get her clothes ready."

Moses came in through me, his hand holding something, and his hair was wet. I returned jealous, although this fitrah but it feels excruciating enough to annoy me.

I immediately shook off this feeling and was busy matching Mas Musa's clothes.

"Oh yes, Mariam was giving food, we will have breakfast together, Dek."

"I-iya Mas."

I went to the dinner table and unpacked the package that Mas Musa had brought. Three servings of grilled rice and also a lunch box, probably stocked for Mas Musa.

I took a plate and served it and made a cup of sweet tea for Mas Musa. I admit Mba Mariam is good at everything, but I also just became a normal wife if my skills are still under her.

I remember when I made fried rice for breakfast, and Mas Musa who had not long returned home to the homeland even got a stomachache from eating heavy food in the morning. Now, Mas Musa is accustomed to the eating habits of Indonesians, and no longer complains of stomach pain when eating rice at breakfast.

Now Mas Musa and I sat down to have breakfast with my cooked Mba.

"Eat a lot, Deck." Moses fed me with his hands.

"You look thin, don't eat too late and eat too much." As Moses was more attentive to me, I did not feel that my household was divided apart from having to share Mas Musa's day.

"I-iya Mas."

Mas Musa said to go to work, not forgetting he put the lunch box from Mba Mariam into his bag.

"Mas leave first yes, Dek, Assalamualaikum ...!"

"Waalaikumsalam, Mas ehm ... later tonight Mas came back here right?" many ensure.

"Yes Deck."

My smile grew, I fell in love again and again.

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