Pursuing My Husband's First Love
Do you doubt my promise, Dek?

"Assalamualaik." Say hello when I get home.

"Waalaikumsalam, where did Mba Medina come from? Mother was worried," said Melisa welcoming me, it seemed like she had been waiting for a long time.

"Mba looking for souvenirs, he said you want to go home tomorrow, all travel booking so tomorrow you are the same mother ride aja travel," I answered while lowering two boxes and one big plastic souvenir I bought.

"What is this MBA? Lots of rich want to be sold again," Melisa comments seeing my luggage, she quickly helped me take it off the motorcycle.

"Yes let it be shared with the neighbors, please help enter Mel, oh yes where is Mom?"

"Inward, I don't want to eat Mba's mind, she says she's afraid Mba's husband is fighting," Melisa told me, I immediately went inside to find Mom.

"Assalamualaikum, ma'am." I approached the mother who was teaching in the room.

"Waalaikumsalam, where are you from Din?" mother replied, looking relief on her face when she saw me coming home.

"Buy a hand to bring Mom tomorrow, all travel booking so that Mom is comfortable on the journey ride travel alone," I replied as I grabbed Mom's hand and kissed her.

"You're angry with Mom, Din? Are you fighting with your husband because of what Mom said?" mother asked worriedly, she seemed to regret what she said this morning.

"No Ma'am, it's Medina who wants to apologize to Mom, I just want Medina to be happy, no matter what I do. So, sorryin Medina ya Mom, has swallowed raw Mother's words without understanding the true good intentions of Mother. Pray for Medina to stay strong and soon get booed." I also regret that I made Mom sad.

"Alhamdulillah if you understand, do not let your honey first pregnant," continued Mother.

"Insha Alloh, yes I have eaten first, Medina wants to pray Dzuhur first yes Ma'am," said my father.

"Sholat aja first, I'll eat wait for you just let it be together."

"Yes, Medina pray first."

Don't let Mba Mariam get pregnant. At first I did not worry about it, because I knew Mas Musa would not touch Mba Mariam before Mba Mariam would allow it, and Mba Mariam would only allow it once she could open her heart again.

Now, Mba Mariam has begun to rise. That permission could be granted in the near future. Mba Mariam said she was trying to accept the fact, it could have meant accepting the fact that she was Mas Musa's wife, accepting her obligation as a wife who had to serve her husband as he was.

My heart is worried, it does not mean I am unhappy with the resurrection of Mba Mariam. I was ashamed of myself when I considered him a threat in my life. Was I not the one who made Mba Mariam Halal for Mas Musa? Why is my heart sad now? Is my sincerity fake?

"Well, entrust your trust to me, let me feel the pleasure of being a perfect woman with pregnancy and being a mother, strengthen the foundation of my household, do not let me grieve after accepting all your destiny, forgive me, O Allaah, for all the sins that stand in the way of my pregnancy. Aamiin's."

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Tonight Moses returned home, I welcomed him as usual, Moses behaved as usual. But I don't know what Mas Musa really felt.

"Daddy, whose stuff is that?" ask Moses after the bath.

"By the same mother Melisa, Medina buyin a lot so that it can be divided into neighbors. Sorry, Medina did not permit the same Mas Musa, Medina's message was also Mas Musa reply just, fearing Mas was busy."

"Will you come home?" mas Musa asked again as he wagged a towel to dry his hair.

"Yes Mas, Insha Alloh tomorrow Medina also has a booking to travel for them" said I explained.

"Ohh, why so fast?"

"There are many college assignments he said, the same Mother also has been looking for the Father," I replied.

"Ednh ... Are you angry with Mom?" I was impatient again, Mas Musa did not answer him immediately, he walked around the bed to come to me and sat beside me.

"No, it's natural for a mother to worry about her child's happiness, just that she's a little disappointed. Sorry about the Deck!" moses answered honestly, his eyes still did not look at me.

"I'm sorry, Mom, Mas" I asked to be clear, hoping that Mas Musa would look at me.

"Before proposing to Mariam, mas did say would choose you if only Mariam asked to make a choice and not willing to be combined. But, now that you are both legal wives, however, you must be fair" Mas Musa said softly and gently, looking right into my eyes, perhaps Moses wished I could truly understand what he meant.

"If Mariam had said she would have gotten rid of you for the sake of being her only wife, she would have advised her so much that she knew what she was doing was wrong" Mas Musa said earnestly.

"Now mas must advise you Deck, that the intention of your mother who wants to get rid of Mariam is not good, mas can only understand but can not justify. I hope you are not affected and remain the Medina as always, who I love and love without having to get rid of and hurt others." I was struck by the words of Mas Musa.

"Didn't you promise to be fair to you? Both born and inner. Do you doubt my promise, Dek?" moses asked, looking deeply into my eyes, more precisely, Moses questioned my faith.

"Sorry, Medina has no doubts. Just can Medina ask you something?" ask me to vent.

"What's that?"

"Is it possible that Mas could love Medina as deeply as Mas Musa's love for Mba Mariam? Medina means, Mba Mariam has more value because she is the first love of Mas Musa, your love has been united for a long time. What are the advantages of Medina Mas? What could make Mas Musa love Medina that much?" my many.

"Your dek, your sacrifice." Moses grabbed my shoulders and looked me deeper into my eyes, as if he did not want me to turn.

"Mas amazed by your heart that is so sincere in loving not only my strengths, but also my shortcomings, you appreciate a love that you can not forget that even mas consider it a disgrace, but you make love halal and real in an amazing way. The way you love me Dek, without you asking, you will repay him with love many times over." Mas Musa's answer flowed through my sense of hearing and made my heart flower.

Tears of happiness adorned my face, I was moved by Mas Musa's explanation.My doubts disappeared, and I believed. I couldn't help but hug her, I drowned my head in the chest of her field. Moses returned my arms lovingly. The smell of soap from his body calmed me even more. I'm willing to share as long as I don't lose comfort like this.

"Thank you, you made Medina feel amazing" I said as I pleased.

"Have not cried later Mother saw can misunderstand," said Mas Musa.

"Biarin Mas, Medina is happy, very happy. Forgive Medina Mas, already thinking about something non-no. Medina felt that Mas only loved Mba Mariam."

"Do you understand now? Don't be insecure anymore, you're my wonderful wife. How can you not love."

Coalesced. Polygamy. Maybe it seems scary. But not with Mas Musa and Mba Mariam. I'm lucky that finally Moses could love me. Mas Musa married Mba Mariam not only because of lust, all seen from how he was patient to face Mba Mariam who was still closing his heart.

Perhaps I am jealous of the sweetness of their love, the ability of Moses to wait is a very sweet form of love. Moreover, Mba Mariam was a widow who died her husband, Mas Musa got the reward for marrying her and I parted because I sincerely shared my heart and love.

But isn't my love story with Mas Musa sweet? Doesn't Rosullulloh SAW really love Aisha RA even though she is not silk? And who doubts the romance of Rosul against Aisha? I hope that's my story.

"Thank you, I love Medina" I said, taking off my arms, though I still wanted to linger. But the sound of the bowels of Mas Musa made me realize that my husband was hungry.

"Let's go, we eat first, all of you spend time with Mom. They're going home tomorrow" take me.

"Come on, but wipe your tears off the Deck first, it's not nice to see Mom." Mas Musa's hand wiped clean my cheek, I blushed even more, I'm sure my cheek is red at the moment.

"Today the one who cooked Mom, he said he wanted a masakin that was as special as his ex," I said diverting my grog.

With our hands out of the room. Mom and Melisa were watching television.

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