Pursuing My Husband's First Love
Seeking Medina

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At 9 pm there was a loud knock on the door, before I heard the sound of Mizan's car stopping. Today is Mizan's schedule to stay with me.

I was running to the door, "a moment ...!"

When opening it, Mizan came with breath as if running away. His face was confused as if something had happened, usually Mizan would be home at 8pm but this time he was one hour late.

"Why, Zan? What's up?" I was panicking to see it that way.

"What is Medina here?"

"Medina's? Naw. He's not here today at all."

"Did Medina call you, Mar? Did he say anything to you before?"

"No, Zan. Why Medina?"

Mizan did not immediately answer my question, still gasping for breath, with a face that was scared she entered and threw her body on the sofa violently.

"What's wrong with Medina, Zan?" ask again.

"It looks like Medina left the house," Mizan replied briefly.

"Huh? Get out of the house? You guys quarreling?" my question does not understand.

"No, Mariam, it just seems like a misunderstanding. But I don't know why Medina put it so deep in my heart, it even went like this." I just frowned, misunderstanding what made Medina go away?

"Where are you looking?" I started contracting anxiety from Mizan.

"I feel bad every day, a few times I send him a message but only read without reply. Kutelephon but not taken. Before I came here I decided to meet him first, but the house was empty, the bathroom floor was dry like it had been left out of the morning, Medina's suitcase also disappeared, I tried to call her parents pretending to ask her the news, but their response was normal, it seemed like Medina did not go there," Mizan said with a worried tone.

"What's the problem this time, Zan? Why was Medina so angry that she left like this?" I tried to ask even though it was a matter of their household, hesitating to interfere, but Medina's departure really intrigued me.

"I don't understand Mariam." Mizan leaned her head back, no matter what happened between them, Mizan massaged her forehead while thinking.

I took the initiative to make her a cup of warm tea so she would calm down.

"This is Zan, drink it first" I said as I thrust the cup in front of him, Mizan looking at me. Usually I just put it on the table, but this time I feel the same concern with him so I want to give him this cup of tea, "drink! Let's just calm down a little, we'll find Medina together."

"Thank you" said Mizan, taking tea from me and drinking it.

"Zan, I remember yesterday Medina gave me a message she said she wouldn't be willing if you got married again, because I was still busy so I didn't bully her. What does this have to do with it?" I tried to guess with Medina's strange message yesterday, now I regret ignoring it.

Mizan looked surprised to hear that, I can guess that was the problem.

"You want to get married again, Zan? Is that what made Medina angry?" I asked with a sense of disbelief in Mizan's behavior, I returned a little bit of my body sign of the disappearance of sympathy changed to anger that may be the same as Medina felt.

"No, Mariam, it's just a misunderstanding." Mizan shook her head, she looked desperate but still tried to explain it to me.

"Yesterday my friend came and he told me about his polygamous life with 3 wives. Like a friend, he jokingly offered me to find another wife. Medina only heard the part my friend offered, without hearing the continuation. He went into the room and cried all day, I've been trying to explain but he kept dodging until it ended up like this."

I don't fully believe Mizan's words, it sounds weird that Medina left just because of a misunderstanding.

"really?" ask me with doubt.

"Yes Mariam, right. I'm not getting married again you two are enough for me, believe me!" mizan said with regret.

"For as long as I know, Medina was so patient with you Zan, she sincerely accepted all the defects of your love for her, even she was the one who asked me to marry you. He had gone through a matter that was far more bitter than just a misunderstanding, so how could he possibly leave just because of that?" ask again.

"I don't know Mariam anymore, I also have the same question, now the most important thing is to look for her, but where should I look for Medina?"

I breathed heavily, if true that was all that happened how awkward Medina's behavior this time. I admit that he is naive, but he would not take such a rash action. Or maybe he has managed to understand what I said first?

Mizan looked very upset and anxious, her legs seemed to want to run but she did not know where to go. Stupid Medina, how could she just keep judging Mizan doesn't love her? Look, Mizan was so confused when she disappeared.

"Bite first, cool your mind. Let me try to reach him, who knows if he'll pick up my call" I suggested Mizan because he looked so tired.

"Alright, help me Mariam!"

Mizan went to the bathroom. I tried to contact Medina but it wasn't picked up, I sent her a message many times, but it wasn't answered.

[Din, don't go too far, if you see Mizan now you must be happy, he's very worried and he loves you very much, go home lest the thread you thread break] I send him the final message.

"How did Mar, be lifted up with Medina?" asked Mizan who had just finished bathing, I shook my head slowly, Mizan returned with a look of disappointment. Mizan then snatched back her car keys.

"Where are you looking, Zan?"

"So, I have to try, silence just adds to my mind."

"No Zan, we should look for him with a cold mind. She may leave shortly after you leave for work, after all, carrying a suitcase. There's no way anywhere near here, we have to think clearly so we can guess Medina's way of thinking, guess where she's going."

"But, Mar!"

"No!" I grabbed her hand to confirm my rejection, my chest going up and down holding something that should not have happened. Again.

"Sit down, we break it together. Medina is not a child, she must be somewhere. I won't let you drive a car with such a confused mind! You know accidents can happen, and I don't want to!" i'm firm.

Mizan finally understood my fear and trauma to the streets. He hugged me tightly, as if to unite the worry and guilt that existed in him to fuse together my fear and trauma.

"I'm sorry, Mariam," he said, "forgive me!"

My thorny hand gripped the phone tightly that I had been holding, while my right hand clasped while shaking. My chest is still going up and down trying to suppress feelings that shouldn't recur at the moment, looking for Medina's whereabouts is much more important.

I closed my eyes and tried to catch my breath so I could think straight again. With this close distance I can feel the very worry in Mizan's heart.

"I also want to find Medina, Zan. But please find him with common sense" I said a little pleading.

"I'm sorry I want to keep you safe, I don't want to lose it twice" I muttered again, whether Mizan heard it or not.

"Thank you Mariam reminded me. Astaghfirullohaladzim!"

Along with that, my phone shook. I reflexively saw him wishing it was a call from Medina. Mizan looked at me expectantly that the name Medina was on my phone screen.

"Not Medina Mas, but Mother." Mizan was disappointed.

"Hallo Assalamualaikum Ma'am," I greet my mother-in-law at this time.

[Waalaikumsalam, Mba Mariam ehm .. sorry I called the nights but there's something I want to ask you,]

"Ask what Mom? Monggo just ask."

"What's my mother Mar?" mizan asked, and I nodded and hinted Mizan to calm down.

[Look ... Nak Medina is here, does Mba Mariam know, Mizan and Medina are in trouble?]

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Within minutes, the car was already speeding through the streets of the city and began to enter the toll gate. Upon learning of Medina's whereabouts, Mizan immediately decides to go home to pick her up. I don't really want to come, but moments like this will be prone to letting Mizan drive the car alone.

Before I packed up some of my clothes, Mizan and Octavia quickly. Oktavia who had slept with me and, she would have loved to visit her eyes in the village.

"Slow down Zan, we have to be careful the most important thing is we already know where Medina is and she's fine." I remind Mizan who drives his car at a relatively high speed.

"Astaghfirullohaladzim." Mizan began to reduce his speed and tried to regain control of his consciousness.

"Thank you Mariam, you've been bothered by this."

"Medina is no one else. Hem ... I didn't expect Medina to choose your mother as a place to run."

"Yes, thank goodness!" A tone of relief began to sound from his voice.

"I haven't been home for a long time."

"Really, why?"

"Most mothers visit me, even if it's a holiday I prefer to go back to Mas Bian's hometown."

"You will come home often."

"I am a coward, for the sake of forgetting you, I hate my own hometown."

"What?!"

"Yes, and I don't want to repeat the same thing, I won't leave Bogor just because I have to forget everything about Mas Bian."

"Is everything different Mariam? I'm even your husband now."

"Yes, when I forgot you showed up and became my husband. It's so funny this life."

"It turns out I've made you suffer, after this I'll try to make you happy Mariam."

"What's it like to have a second wife, Zan?"

"I don't know, I've never even thought about it or dreamed about it before. I just focus on forgetting you."

"It's funny, we both try so hard to forget each other."

"But fate brings us back together" Mizan said.

"Let's take me to my mother's house first, Zan."

"No, come home with me, after that we'll visit your mother together."

"Solve your problem with Medina first, I'm sure Medina wants to talk to you alone." Mizan was silent.

"No manners Mar, let you go home by yourself so much, what did your mother say even my mother later?"

"Here you go, all will be well, you just focus on Medina, we should realize, Medina is not that strong. Behind his sacrifice and patience all along, he was also fragile. Yesterday, he was at the lowest point of his strength. He needs you, Zan!"

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