Pursuing My Husband's First Love
The Unreal Rest

Pov Medina's

"Din," called Mother when Melisa and I were cleaning our breakfast plates, and Mas Musa had just left.

"Yes, why?" sahutku.

"Mom's going home tomorrow" she said.

"Lho why suddenly Mom, wait another week to fit the red date so Mas Musa can nganter Mom home," I suggested.

"Mother's business is finished, your father has also sent mom home continuously, mother has been used to ride the bus with Melisa, no need to be taken all," refused my mother.

"Yes Mba, Melisa has also done her duty" Melisa said.

"Hem .. alright," I said sadly.

"Din, sit here and talk a little." I immediately washed my hands and handed the rest to Melisa.

"Why, Mom?" I sit in front of him.

"You don't think much, let your hormones be balanced. Your weakness is only one, not yet pregnant. But as long as the woman is also not pregnant, you still have a great chance," said Mother.

"I mean Mom?" my question does not understand.

"Later mother send your herbs so that you are fertile, do not forget your husband is also loved, but remember his love according to the schedule here do not get it wrong later even your honey is pregnant first," continued Mother.

"Yes Ma'am, Medina also has plans to promil to the Doctor, just have not been able to wait for Mas Musa to take a day off Insha Alloh, pray Medina ya Bu," I asked.

"Mommy must pray without you asking also mother always pray," said Mother incline me, however her prayer is good luck for me.

"Thank you, ma'am" I said.

"Din, in fact the mother approved the marriage of your two husbands because I believe the woman is still closing her heart, I see with her own eyes she also can not accept this marriage right?" guess Mother.

"I mean Mom?"

"Look, because they haven't loved each other your chances of getting your husband's heart are still great, especially if you're really pregnant, it could even be that your husband turns around and forgets the woman completely and just focuses on you and your child, you still have a great chance of getting rid of her."

"Astaghfirullohaladzim ...." It turned out that Mother did not really approve of Mas Musa's second marriage.

"You're lucky the woman hasn't opened her heart and she still loves her husband so much, if you don't, you could be knocked out" Mother said.

"Ehm ... Assalamualaikum!" As Moses suddenly appeared from the vestibule, I was still shocked by Mother's words now I was surprised by the presence of Mas Musa.

"Mas!" I stood up straight from my chair, I was afraid that Mas Musa would hear Mom's last words.

"Laptop mas missed so mas go home again" said Mas Musa while entering the room in a hurry.

"Mas-" I immediately followed her into the room.

"Did Deck, mas ngerti. Mas hastily had bad luck, Assalamualaikum," said Mas Musa lazily, I'm sure Mas Musa did hear it, how is this? It could later be misunderstanding.

Without saying much Mas Musa immediately took his laptop at the table and went straight out without caring about me.

"Assalamualaikum, ma'am sorry I'm in a hurry." I heard Mas Musa saying goodbye to Mom, I soon followed her.

"Waalaikumsalam," replied Mother.

"Mas ... Wait for me!" I ran to Mas Musa who was ready in his car, he was just parked on the street in front of the house, it was just fitting that I did not realize his return.

"What's up, Dek?" moses asked coldly.

"So right did you hear what Mom said?" guess I realized the change in attitude.

"Yes, and I understand, Assalamualaikum!" he answered while driving his car away.

"Getishalight." My voice shrieked and limp realized what had just happened.

With a shaky step I dragged my foot inside the house, wanting to chase after Mas Musa and explain this misunderstanding, but it was impossible.

"It seems like Mas Musa heard our conversation earlier, Ma'am," I said as I approached Mom and Melisa who were still gathered at the dinner table.

"Hem, it's already done, let it be," said Mother then left and went into the room.

'How can you be so relaxed?' inner wonder.

"How can you let it go, ma'am?" I didn't accept it, but Mom already went into the room.

"Mel, how's this?" I asked Melisa, she also looked confused.

"How can you think like that anyway? Though Mba was already seneng finally Mother bless us," I regretted.

I threw my body on the chair, and leaning against the table I cupped my hands over my face. I'm afraid Moses misunderstood me.

"Mom's just a happy Medina Mba, Mba!" melisa said while calming me down.

"But happy Mba Dek, this marriage is also Mba who asked, less clear what else?"

"But Mother has a point also Mba, if only Mba honey has opened the heart and Mba's husband with him back to love each other, it could be Mba Medina who will be eliminated easily" said Melisa.

"Mas Moses was not that Mel!" my sergeant.

"What are you sure about, Mba?" melisa asked me.

"Today no one knows, the human heart can change. Mba must be firm and start preparing for war. Rarely can one heart be fair to love two hearts at once, although happy may be just a look from the outside, in which we do not know, I am worried about Mba Medina," he added.

"So you have an opinion with Mom too?" I was surprised that Melisa also had the same thought.

"For the happiness of Mba Medina? yes, Melisa agrees with Mom. In our large family polygamy is still very taboo Mba, only Mba Medina who did it," he said.

It is true, there is no polygamy term in our big family, it is indeed very new and I experienced it.

"But this is Mel's destiny, if you can choose Mba also do not want, already the path of the Mba household must be this way, one day you must know Mel." I immediately left Melisa disappointed.

I set foot into the bathroom to get water, my heart was heavy knowing that Mom didn't really approve of my husband's second marriage. I let the coldness of the water refresh my mind through the members of the ablution.

I saw Melisa still sitting dumbstruck at the dining table, I walked hurriedly to the room because I wanted to get through her.

"Mba," he called me to stop my steps, I did not reply and just looked at him.

"It looks like Mba loves your husband too much Mba, so Mba does not want to accept Mom's opinion anymore, since marriage Mba so changed," he said again to make me disappointed, I can not answer it, I can not answer it, I left him without poking at his words.

Soon I closed the door so that Melisa did not know about my tears, it is true what she said, I love Mas Musa very much because besides my husband she is also my first love.

Kuraih mukena and I immediately perform Dhuha prayer, better calm down and complain everything to Allah, after that I just tried to find out how Mas Musa felt to hear Mother's words earlier.

When I thought the world was completely unfriendly to me, just above this prayer mat I felt comfort. When I hoped that Mother's support would be my strength, just her point of view made my burden even heavier. When I hoped that my sister would be the place where I would share my story like a brother, it turned out that she was too young to understand my mature decision.

Only in solitude and loneliness can I shed all sorrow, solitude, and sorrow in the form of prayer. I hope my sincerity will not be deformed with these trials, because if my heart is deformed in vain it has been my sacrifice all along.

I raised my expectations as high as possible, I asked for as much happiness as possible to make me forget the bitterness of struggling in this household. Nothing is impossible, as long as we believe and continue to pray, right?

" ... bi haqqi duhaa’ika wa bahaa’ika wa jamaalika wa quwwatika wa qudratika, aatinii maa aataita ‘ibaadakash-shalihiin."

I pressed my palms into my face, my hope to stand firm as much as my love for my husband. Then I remembered Mas Musa, I grabbed my phone from the nightstand. There is no message from Moses. Even if I had to ask first, I had to ask how?

I stared at the wallpaper on my phone screen, the smiles of the two of us who were still shy in front of the wedding, a happy wedding day, a beautiful dress, a sacred agreement, a dream come true. Everything about Mas Musa is beautiful, the beauty that makes me turn over to defend it.

"I love you Mas," I muttered.

Without feeling my tears flow again, only she bears witness to how sincere I feel. As Mas Musa so sincerely loved Mba Mariam as his first love, so did my feelings are no less sincere and great than their love.

"I'd rather endure the pain of jealousy, than I should feel the pain of losing you, Mas."

Still on the prayer mat, I hugged my cell phone lamenting my happy marriage moment, I cried in tears as I continued to say the word love even though Mas Musa did not hear it, but I hope this will reach his heart. I don't care about my unstoppable sobs anymore, I don't care about my image in front of Mom and Melisa if they hear my pain.

[Assalamualaikum, Mas, Medina hope Mas did not enter into the heart of Mother's speech earlier. Mother's words do not represent the feelings of Medina at all, maybe all the wrong Medina who is not good to convey everything to Mother. Forgive Medina and Mom, Mas.]

In just a few seconds my message had been two-folded, I prayed that Moses would read it immediately and give his response. So that I may know how much Moses heard Mother's words this morning, and how Moses responded.

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