Pursuing My Husband's First Love
No Need for Others

"Getishalight." I saw Mba Mariam's face looking at me with a smile, a smile that always makes time stop. Has Mariam come back? As soon as I gasped, it felt like my breathing had stopped as well.

"Mb-mba Mariam?"

"Assalamualaikum Aunt Medina?" napa Octavia broke my mind.

"Waalaikumsalam is beautiful, come on in!" invite me, as soon as the little girl darted into the lap of Mas Musa.

"Abi Moses ... !"

"Hey, pretty!"

"Sorry Din, I heard your mother wanted to go home so I came here all Okta asked to play here and play" said Mba Mariam, seen a small cardboard box held in her hand.

"Come on Mba, come on in! It's still 2 hours we can talk first," ask me.

Mother looks still uncomfortable with the arrival of Mba Mariam, the smile on her lips looks forced. It's possible that no one is comfortable right now, let alone my heart, which is so slapped by Mba Mariam's smile.

Only Okta and Mas Musa can bring joy to life here. It did not take long Mas Musa seemed flexible in his role as a connecting parent for the little girl. Mother silently watched the laughter of Octavia while playing with Mas Musa, with a sad look. It seems that not only do I want the presence of a child, my mother is already very eager to pet her grandson.

I grinned bitterly at the look on their faces, a hope that inexplicably was still a dream to me. Now I call myself a line two fighter.

"What does this Mba Mariam bother?" said Mother mince words.

"Just a little ma'am, the horrors of Mother use travel, surely Medina has already done a lot, I just add a little."

"Yes, Medina has brought a lot, now add a lot, thanks Mba Mariam, but Mother came with nothing."

"I'm also sorry for the unpleasant situation when Mom came home, hopefully next time we can meet with better circumstances,"

"Here you go, I know you're not doing well either and you're coming from the wrong perspective."

Mba Mariam knows Mom came home using travel, but yesterday I did not discuss it with her at all. I should be happy, why is my heart so tight? It is possible that the communication of Mba Mariam and Mas Musa is good. Ah, isn't their household none of my business? Especially their hearts!

"Mom just wanted to ask for help" continued Mother, her hand reaching Mba Mariam's hand which happened to be sitting next to her, "Medina is so stupid and naive, she is so innocent, she is so innocent, easily share her own husband with Mba Mariam ...." The three of us then shut up and looked at Mom.

"Which mother's heart is not sad and worried, but all has gone, mother can what? Angry is free. And Mba Mariam is older than my son, more experienced, more mature. Of course there are many advantages and my son still has many shortcomings. Ibu .. didn't ask for much, it's just that I begged you to still appreciate Medina, after all, because of the naive mother's stupid decision that you could get married," said Mother so sadly.

Mother's condescending remarks sounded more like a warning to Mba Mariam and Mas Musa. Screaming the faces of Mas Musa and Mba Mariam, it seems they caught another meaning of Mother's words the same as mine.

"Bu .. I will not apologize for being present between the mother's child and her husband. If I could choose, I wouldn't want to be bound like this, even I would prefer not to meet them, so that our destiny isn't like this." Mba Mariam returned the touch of my mother's hand and looked deeply into her eyes.

"I'm fully aware of my position and as strong as I can be, I've rejected all of this. Even my grief should still be my business, no one should interfere let alone feel responsible for wiping out my sadness at that time."

"I also don't blame the decision of the mother's daughter who the mother herself thinks is stupid, as long as the mother knows, it feels like the mother's daughter has sprinkled salt in a new wound that is still gaping wide in my life. I promise to cherish my mother's daughter as much as I can't forget what she's done."

Mba Mariam expressed her sadness with a frightening sentence. Maybe he has risen but he is not the same Mba Mariam anymore. Is the woman my husband loves this terrible?

"Ehm ...." My mother pulled back the hand that Mba Mariam had previously held, I know her feelings are uncomfortable now, as if her attack was met with a sharp reply from Mba Mariam.

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"You must be careful, boy, that woman is not your opponent. I hope you're pregnant soon so that she understands that you're perfect too."

Back to my mother's words before leaving. Now the travel car had sped to the end of the alley, and for the first time after the wedding, the three of us gathered together in one place.

I looked at Mba Mariam who was standing next to me, she was still staring at the back of the travel that had not disappeared. Has grief made Mba Mariam terrible? Is he vengeful for getting the predicate of the second wife with all her ugliness? Was he angry about the marriage? Shouldn't he be happy?

I was shocked when suddenly Mba Mariam looked at me. I forced myself to smile.

"Why, Din?" ask Mba Mariam.

"Ehm .. en-no papa, Mba."

"Oh, don't think about it. You should know all these pros and cons must happen as a consequence of what you have chosen. You just have to deal with it, and keep pretending to be happy and okay like you've been doing all along."

"Sorry Mba, I'm stupid."

"I've given up, not to touch your husband, I don't know when. Use that opportunity for your pregnancy program, isn't that what your mother wants?"

"Mr!" I was offended by Mba Mariam's words.

"Let's promise not to interfere in each other's households. Mba can still serve Mas Musa as a husband and wife, give Mas Musa the right that it should be, and for my pregnancy program let it be my business with Mas Musa."

"Yes, it should be like that. And I hope you stop meddling with my grief that you always obfuscate as you please. Focus on your happiness, stop making me the reason for all your sacrifices." Mba Mariam walked past me, and approached Mas Musa and Octavia who were playing on the terrace.

It seems I have awakened the sleeping tiger. All the words of Mba Mariam had slapped me, as if all I had done was a mistake.

"Sir," called Mas Musa just before my feet stepped into the house.

"Medina mengesar-es first Mas for a while," I refused smooth, even though all was cleared by Melisa before leaving, only 2 cups of tea left on the table. I immediately grabbed him and brought him into the kitchen as an excuse.

I turned on the water tap, and I hung the 2 cups over and over again. My heart is very upset, Mba Mariam continues to blame me. And I did all this so that he and my husband could be happy.

"Sir, the grueling time of his two cups of soap is gone a pack." Suddenly Mas Musa's voice resuscitated me, as if he had noticed my foolish behavior.

Immediately I threw the dishwasher sponge into place, and I rinsed the two cups that had become my impingement.

"Mas knows you're upset." Moses put his hand around my waist and put his chin on my shoulder. "Why, Deck?"

"Am I angry that I'm upset with Mba Mariam? Will they defend him?" ask me to vent.

"No Deck, Mas know Mariam's words are a little outrageous, forgive him well? Later on, I'll try to talk to him."

I let go of Moses' hand and turned to look at him.

"Is what Medina has done foolishly, Mas?"

Moses smiled at my question.

"Mother and Mba Mariam both said my sacrifice was foolishness. In fact, I can still feel the anger of Mba Mariam."

"Then how do you feel, Dek?" ask Moses.

"I feel unappreciated, Mom." I intentionally put anger into my words.

"Then, what exactly do you do is sacrifice?" moses asked again with a smile.

"Of course it is." My tears flowed again because Moses asked.

Moses wiped away the tears on my face with his hands, gently running down my cheeks. Then Moses hugged me tightly.

"Dec, I fully know everything you do is a noble thing. It's just that your sacrifice was entirely made only for me, not for anyone else or for Mariam. So, the only one who can feel her sincerity is also me, Dek!"

Moses let go of his embrace and tried to calm me with his gaze.

"We can't force people to see from our point of view, people's glasses are different. Simply believe what you have done Dek, hold your intention, so that whatever happens will not be able to shake your belief. The point of view of the two of us and Mariam or Mother, must be different. But what does that mean if we're really sincere about doing all this, Dek."

"Dec, you know what? Too many explanations will only show the fragility of your true self. Let it go, and show your heart to every doubter."

"So Medina should just shut up?"

"It takes time to make others understand, Deck. Isn't it most important to understand and understand? Do you still need anyone else, Dek?" ask Moses.

Is correct. It only took my husband to understand it, it only took me and Mas Musa to understand, and Mas Musa really appreciated what I had sacrificed for him. Love is also beginning to be found. I don't need any awards from others, not even Mba Mariam.

Again, my great turmoil was easily dispelled by Moses. The problem that I thought destroyed everything, was thrown away by the smile and words of Mas Musa. Something that I think is heavy is just something trivial.

"Mas ... Does Mas know? Medina loved Moses very much. Medina did all this for Mas to be happy, Medina did not mind sharing. Medina did not selfishly want Mas Musa to Medina completely, because Medina knew Mas would not be happy."

"Mas knows it's Deck, Mas feels lucky to be found by a woman as good and noble as you. Who still appreciates her husband fully even though his heart is still stuck in the past." I blushed to hear it, the thing that used to hurt me so much, now turned into a compliment for me.

"Today Medina is not jealous anymore, other than the fate of Mas Musa and Mba Mariam who finally can unite, but, Medina and Mas Musa also have a destiny to meet each other and find in imperfect conditions to be mutually perfect."

"Jealous is the nature of Dek, Mas will try to be fair to you according to the portion and needs of each. Focus on yourself, Deck! Don't think too much of anything else, let alone make it a burden."

"Abiu ...." There was a call from Octavia, it seemed like we were talking too long in front of the dishwasher.

"Let's go ahead Deck!" bring Moses.

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