Pursuing My Husband's First Love
Resisting Disappointment

However, I can not bring Mba Mariam to meet Mother in this situation, my mother who has not fully understood and Mba Mariam who still has not healed her heart. But since his arrival, my mother has been constantly frenzied and forced to ask to meet with Mba Mariam, my madam, my husband's first love.

With patience I managed to resist Mother's desire to meet Mba Mariam until the time of Mas Musa came home, of course this is also not a good thing, mother would certainly spill her disappointment on Mas Musa. Luckily I explained my mother's situation a little to Mas Musa through a short message.

The sound of Mas Musa's car was heard entering the courtyard.

"Nah ... finally your husband came home also Din," said my mother fiery after a few hours is not tired of pacing back and forth in my house which is not much.

The hour hand is almost showing at 9 pm, Mas Musa must be overtime because yesterday he took a lot of leave. The look on my mother's face was like an executioner ready to bombard my husband with his questions and his anger at me being pitted.

"Mother ...." I looked at him with compassion, Mother must be tired from the journey here, and Mas Musa was tired from all day teaching, it would not be good if there had to be a debate now.

"No need to defend your husband Din, Father and Mother are still very able to make you happy," my mother refused.

"Astaghfirullohaladzim ... Mom, don't be! Medina please don't think about separating Medina from Mas Musa Bu" I cried frantically.

"Mother, calm and patience are key," Mellisa helped calm Mom down.

"You're not married so ...."

"Academy ...!" hail Mas Musa and succeeded in cutting off Mother's words to Melissa.

The three of us looked at each other, I really understood my mother's character. He will not let go of Moses. Melisa was holding onto one of Mom's arms, as if begging for me. In my heart, I did not stop praying to God to turn my mother's heart upside down, only to Him did I surrender.

"Getishalight." With cold sweat I held the doorknob and twisted it shakily.

Mas Musa stood behind it with a warm smile, but clearly a sense of tiredness in the strokes of his face. Husband, what should I do?

I welcomed the hand of Mas Musa outstretched to me, and he seemed surprised by the hand that was soaked in cold sweat. At first glance he kissed the top of my head and rubbed it for a moment. Her warm sense of flowing created calm in my heart that was filled with rage. I smiled back at his smile.

'Look Mom! Here's how I'm happy, "my inner self.

Moses turned his gaze quickly to Mother and Melisa. I was still riled up, but the kiss on the top of my head had left strength and confidence to be more patient with my mother.

"Assalamualaikum Ma'am" said Mas Musa, bowing his tall body and reaching for my mother's hand, Moses seemed to kiss her several times with an unedified, unseen voice, Moses treated my mother the same way he treated his mother.

"Waalaikumsalam," Mother replied briefly in a gentle tone, I was surprised but very grateful. I flirted with Melisa noticing Mom's change in emotions.

"Sorry Mom, I have tried to go home quickly but there is no substitute lecturer today, sorry Mom," said Mas Musa gently.

"Ee .. yes, no papa," replied Mother stammering.

"I hope you can stay here for a long time, so that there are many opportunities for me to be devoted to you" Mas Musa added.

"Yes, it can be arranged, already Nak Moses must be tired. Please rest." It seemed that Moses' shady smile had calmed my mother's heart.

"Yes Ma'am, here I bring martabak and roasted chicken for the same mother Melisa," said Mas Musa while handing over a large package in his hand to me. I was too late in worrying so I forgot to prepare the best dishes to entertain Mom and Melisa.

"Thank you Mas, Mba Medina did not give us anything from earlier. We just eat rice as well as eggs," as melisa continued while reaching for the package that is now in my hand.

"Hust, you are timid," Mother scolded Melisa, but we compactly greeted her with a crisp laugh, the tense atmosphere managed to evaporate and disappear somewhere.

I have a deep heart, regretting my fear. Though Allah is All-Mighty, there is nothing to worry about as long as we are on the path that He desires.

Moses said to cleanse himself. Mother seemed to throw her body on the sofa, she must be very tired after a day of waiting for my husband to come home with a heart full of disappointment. Mom finally grabbed a cup of tea that was almost cold because it was ignored earlier.

"Alhamdulillah," I murmured with gratitude.

"Mba Medina's tense, huh?" melisa asked as her hand was busy moving the food parcel into the plate.

"Stretched until Mba forgets your stomach same Mother, sorry Mba yah?" my regrets.

"No papa, but I'm surprised you Mba, about what makes Mother not so angry with her husband Mba well?" asked Melisa who represented my curiosity as well.

"That's it, which is obviously all because of God," I answered briefly.

"But the charisma of Mba's husband is indeed extraordinary, maybe Mother lost her anger because of the sweet treatment was just the same Mba, ooh .. sok sweet really Mba, Mba, husband coming home from work we welcome with a smile continues to kiss his forehead, I want to be spit-spy marriage," said Melisa while slightly demonstrating the scene earlier, I blushed to see it.

"But ... It wasn't done because we were Mba? Not acting, right?" ask Melisa suspiciously.

"Of course not Mel, Mas Musa always treat Mba rich that," I replied firmly, Melisa mangosteen satisfied to hear my answer.

"Yes Mba, if Melisa really understands, but Mba must also maintain the position of Mba, however Mba honey is the first love of Mba's husband, Mba, what is clear is that they know each other better than Mba knows Mba's handsome husband."

I fell silent digesting Melisa's right speech, it's more like advice and warning to me.

"This baby food bring it to the front what is arranged here? Wah ... it turns out there are fruits as well, the understanding of my sister-in-law rather than my own Mbaku," always Melisa again.

"Here you are," I replied as I peeked forward looking at Mother who was still seen thinking. Guilt is also lodged in my heart, I have burdened my mother with various sorrows and prejudices. I fully realized, Mother did all this for my happiness.

The night passed warmly, Moses was very attentive to Mother at the dinner table. And Melisa adorns this togetherness with joy. I know, he did it to comfort Mom. Mother's attitude softened and carried away with the nuances of happiness from my small family. However, Mother could not cancel her intention to question Mas Musa, and just postpone it.

"Mas .. sorry well," I said before moving on to the evening contest.

"For what, Deck?" tanyanya gently.

"Because Mom and Melisa came all of a sudden" I replied.

"No papa, what's wrong" said Mas Musa, a tired stroke was very visible on his face, making me not have the heart if I had to invite him to have a long conversation even though I actually missed.

Moses took me into his arms, as if he understood what had been raging in my heart all day. Without hesitation I returned his embrace, which always makes me opiate because of the peace and happiness created. I drowned my head deeper, I was very afraid to remember the words of Mother who seemed to separate me from Mas Musa, all the antidotes I got here.

"Sorry Dek, everything that happened has troubled you, Mas also feels guilty about your extended family Dek, Mas also does not know where to start explaining it," mas Musa said he showed that he was not okay either.

"As we face each other, the fact is that Medina forced Mas to marry Mba Mariam."

"Yes, but it happened because of my stupid attitude all this time because I still love Mariam. If only you could get rid of it, you wouldn't have to do such a hard thing, Dek. I can't defend myself, I'm wrong."

I was stunned to hear Mas Musa's confession, even though everything was true. My actions to force her to marry Mba Mariam was a difficult and painful decision. I finally asked myself to ask something from Moses.

"Mas, can Medina ask for something?" my many.

"What Deck?"

"Ehhm, can Mas Musa postpone the ration of the day for Mba Mariam? Only as long as my mother is here, Mas" I asked in doubt.

I looked at the face of Mas Musa who seemed to think of hearing my request, I had expected Mas Musa would be heavy to grant it.

"Is it hard for me to not see Mba Mariam for a moment?" I was disappointed, I got up from Mas Musa's embrace, I wanted to look him in the eye to get an honest answer from his eyes, but I did not dare.

"Not so Deck, Mariam has not stabilized her psychic, Mas is worried about Okta. I was afraid something might happen considering that Mariam had no one here" replied Mas Musa.

"Medina understood," I said bowed down, I could no longer hide my disappointment even though Mas Musa's reasoning was correct.

"Mas can't run away from your mother's question Dek, in the end we have to deal with it completely and not give false statements to your mother Dek," continued Mas Musa.

"Mom will definitely ask to see Mba Mariam again tomorrow" I said, Mas Musa seemed to think again.

"Find the Deck, I believe in you!" moses answered beyond my expectations.

"How could Mas? Mas also admitted that Mba Mariam's psychic condition is not stable," I don't understand.

All day I tried to arrest Mom for various reasons not to come to Mba Mariam. Now Moses told them to meet. Does Moses not understand the situation of both sides now? My mother was also unstable and very disappointed.

I had trouble breathing in disappointment.

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The author apologized for disappearing for too long. My condition was young pregnant and severely debilitated. But now that it can be conditioned, I hope the readers of Medina, Moses, and Mariam are not disappointed. Again I am sorry.