Pursuing My Husband's First Love
Mother Medina's Anger

"Mas, what if Mba Mariam was pregnant earlier than me?" I asked Mas Musa.

Suddenly the look on Mas Musa's face turned gloomy, I lifted my head from his embrace.

"Why, Mas? Medina spoke wrong?"

"No, Deck."

Moses smiled again, with a stiff arch that looked a little forced. Looks like something's wrong with Mba Mariam.

"I'm sorry, Mas if Medina misspoke." I took the initiative to apologize.

"Actually Mas promised not to touch Mariam as long as she could not forget Biantara's alramarhum."

I was surprised by it, I only knew a wife would be cursed by an angel when before dawn her husband asked but she refused. But, Mas Musa instead promised not to touch Mba Mariam.

"What can I do, Mom? Is it not a sin for a wife if her husband desires but she refuses?" many doubt.

"Second, we both know what Mariam's real condition is, her psychological condition is not stable."

On the first day of the wedding, Mas Musa came to me. Should I be happy?

"Sir, thank you for all your sacrifice and understanding, I apologize for hurting you so much." I don't know how many times Mas Musa said thank you, if only his words turned into 'I love you' I would be very happy.

"Yes, Mas Musa's happiness is Medina's happiness as well."

But, seeing Mas Musa's patience with Mba Mariam made me envious, there was a very big and tested love between them. Had Mba Mariam not grieved, then they would have loved each other without a gap.

That is, I still have a chance to blend into the perfect circle of love, I don't want to end up just as the wedge.

That night became a beautiful night for us, Mas Musa began to pour out his love. I forgot for a moment all about Mba Mariam, I was happy as long as Mas Musa was still with me no matter what the circumstances.

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Tok .. tok .. tok ... !

There was a knocking on the door. I rushed to the door to open it, and it was possible that Mas Musa came back because something was left behind.

"Assalamualaik."

The gentle voice of the woman I knew so well, I missed. I opened it immediately and right.

"Waalaikumsalam, Moms ... Melissa ...." We hugged, Melisa was my sister.

"Melisa kangen" said Melisa.

"Why don't you tell me, Mom?" I was happy, smiling from my face.

"Mommy does not want to take nicotine, mother usually just look for a place of address capital," he replied casually.

"Let's take a break first, Melisa's same mother must be tired."

"Where is Moses?" ask mom.

"Just left for college, Mom," I replied, carrying a bag with Melisa.

"Mom can't stand talking to you, son," said my mother, with a face that made me dag dig dug.

I know the direction of the conversation, especially if not Mas Musa's second marriage. Melisa plays her eyes, hinting that mom still doesn't accept.

"Rest first Ma'am, wong tired really. Later just talk yes," refused me trying to buy time.

"Mom's not tired, sit down!"

With a heavy heart I obeyed Mom's will, I only managed to buy a moment to make tea.

"Speak what, Mom?" my many.

"Bu ...," as it were.

"Later on, let me finish talking first." I just glanced at Melisa who was a loyal listener.

"Your married mother is the same she let you be happy, not to be combined. Tau it used to mending mom accept Riko's proposal that ordinary people just but she can make you happy," he regretted.

Mother paused for a moment to catch her breath, naturally such a question became a burden on her heart. I approached and hugged her again.

"I'm sorry Mom, Medina's been brainwashing Mom's mind, and thank you for worrying so hard to come here."

I take off my arms and look him in the eyes, I hope that the most precious woman in my life will understand the reason for her daughter.

"But ... Medina was happy, really happy. This marriage was precisely Medina's request" I said, but mother still did not show that she believed.

"Mba Mariam was an old friend of Mas Musa, her husband died in an accident, Mba Mariam was devastated and she also had a cute little girl." I'm trying to tell you everything, hoping you have the same point of view.

"Mba Mariam was not new to Mas Musa, and was not the reward for marrying the widow great, Mom? Moreover, we had the opportunity to take care of orphans, Medina did not want to miss the opportunity to worship that big, who knows Alloh gave confidence to Medina to have her own children, right?"

"Your marriage is only for a corn, why worry about thinking of children to take action of this magnitude, not necessarily you who have problems can also be your husband," said my mother with anxiety.

"Mom, Medina is happy, Mas Musa is fair. You don't believe it?"

"It's not that I don't believe it, but I just imagine it's not willing if you have to share a husband, share a bed, share a heart, Yes Alloh Nak, it's not easy, why are you rash?"

My mother was no longer able to hold back her tears, guilt infiltrated my heart. Without having to explain, I know what worries me. I just tried to shake it off, and kept throwing that thought away. But actually I am also afraid, if one day Mas Musa will lean to one side.

My tears fell, my mother stripped me of all the fear I couldn't even utter. Melisa who had just been silent, now joined in crying and hugging with us.

"You are so, son. I regret and feel guilty for marrying you to Kyai Sholeh's niece" my mother said.

"Don't do it, Mom. For the sake of Allah, Medina was happy, no one Medina regretted. Medina did all this because she loved Mas Musa so much, for Medina Mas Musa was everything, this sacrifice was nothing, Mom." I tried to convince him, and also tried to convince myself.

"Yes, Son!"

"Trust me Medina, Mom! Medina's happy."

Our eyes glared at each other, I forced my faith and my mother to seek the truth of my words.

"Did that woman tease your husband?" ask my mom again.

"No, Ma. Even Mba Mariam several times refused my application. Mas Musa's mother also tried hard to persuade him that he would accept the good intentions of our family." My mother still stared in disbelief.

"Mom, Mba Mariam was shaken by her soul because of the sudden departure of her husband. Moses was called to be his protector, and also the father was connected to his daughter. What was our wrong intention to help and worship, ma'am?" I kept trying to make my mother understand and understand, I would not let Mas Musa be looked upon badly by my mother.

"Please is not wrong, son. But do not have to sacrifice your own household, it could be this boomerang that will attack you later." I went back to playing with Melisa who was just mute.

"Mom's still tired, I better rest first, well," I suggested when our conversation seemed deadlocked.

"What time is your husband coming home? I can't stand talking directly."

My feelings are not good, I could have misunderstood, I will not let Mas Musa face it.

"And that woman, who? Mariam. Where's she? I'm gonna see you, right now!"

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