Pursuing My Husband's First Love
Is Medina Really All Right?

After delivering Mariam and Octavia to her mother's house, I rushed to my house. Although I was hit by bad feelings for my family-in-law because of my disrespect, Mariam kept convincing me that everything was fine.

It was almost dawn when the car entered the courtyard, my heart beating in vain for guessing what had happened. What did Medina tell my mother?

I threw my body on a chair lined up on the terrace, echoing the feeling of waking up the household at this hour. Nape and my forehead, great drowsiness has swept through my body.

Suddenly, the door opened, I turned to him.

"Zan?" Call Mother.

"Mother, assalamualaikum." Mother greeted me warmly, she still wore her face in full.

"Why not go in? Good thing mom heard the sound of your car, but in the waiting kok not tight."

"Today until Mom, just stopped by Mariam's house for a while. Uhm ...."

"Have it been, come in cold outside."

"Medina where's Mom?"

"There was in your room, and I woke up the most praying."

"Bu-"

"Udah come in first."

I just followed and followed behind Mom inside. Mom immediately gave me the code to go straight into the room and see Medina.

I stood there for a long time, pensive in front of my room since childhood, many memories from my teenage years were there. The room where I struggled to memorize, study, reflect, even about Mariam was there. Mariam is right, every corner of this city has been engraved with our memories. I tried to escape by trying to live in another city, the same as Mariam who even hated this village.

Tok tok ....

"Assalamualaik." I opened the door without waiting for Medina to answer.

Medina seemed jolted with my presence, before she seemed to be struggling to complain about her feelings about me where I used to complain about Mariam. I smiled at him, his whole struggle to open my heart was touching.

Now even for reasons I don't understand, he's forcing me back to where I've been avoiding. Did he leave for no reason? I still don't understand him.

"Mas Moses? Already come?" greet Medina as if she had indeed been waiting for my arrival, she approached, grabbed my hand and kissed her without any burden.

"Yes," I replied flatly.

"alone?" ask Medina again, I just shook my head.

"Mariam went home."

"Ooh, Medina prepare a drink first yeah." Medina walked past me just like that, I could only stare at her back that disappeared behind the door.

I could no longer endure the tiredness and sleepiness but the question of what and why still bothered my mind. I lay my body on the bed, my eyes watch the atmosphere of the room, nothing changes, I keep it as it is. My house is large with many rooms, although Mas Harun and I do not live here, but the atmosphere of the house is still crowded because some of my employees live here.

Not long ago Medina came with a cup of warm tea in her hand. I received and gulped it down until the toilet was not there, Medina was astonished to see it.

"Moses ate?" medina asked, I just nodded.

"Sleep Mas, Mas Musa looked tired. Medina woke up later."

"Stop dodging the Deck! Wh why? What's the reason for all this? What's the matter? I thought hard but found no answer at all."

"Let's talk tomorrow, take a break!" reject delicate Medina.

"Jawab is now Dek, was it because of the chat with Mas Arifin yesterday? Answer Deck!" my insistence.

"Sorry Mas, Khilaf Medina. Medina's mind is in a mess so can't think positively."

"So right because of that? Why Dek? I told you that you will never get married again, never dreamed of it."

"Yes, sorry. Medina fully understood Mas would not marry again, but ... Medina's mind was chaotic and somehow Medina felt very sad and disappointed," she replied regretfully.

"Astaghfirullohaladzim, Istighfar you Deck, don't be prejudiced."

"Medina understood that Medina was wrong, so Medina chose to go here. Medina reasoned to visit Mom, Medina just wanted to go for a while anyway, for some reason the urge to go was huge yesterday. Mas moses may be angry and punish Medina for disobeying and making Mas Musa worry like this."

Medina's answer sounded very like it was, although it was still awkward to believe it. Even she chose to go to my parents to keep my honor as her husband. I just hugged her full of relief, I kissed her forehead to relieve the tension today. How panicked I was when Medina left.

"Sleep, Mas!"

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It was hard to believe the taste, Medina Been very ordinary and natural. Even his pursuit felt more like a holiday, the panic and tension yesterday seemed futile. But I'm grateful that Medina is okay.

Medina was cheerful again, her smile bloomed as usual, this morning I took her for a walk to enjoy the scenery in our orange garden which happened to be harvesting in a moment. Medina was quite elated, to her this sight was rare.

"Dek ...," I cried while trying to keep pace.

"Are you really all right?"

"Okay Mas" Medina replied as she continued to observe around and occasionally picked some ripe oranges, and placed them in the basket I carried.

"What did Moses expect from Medina?" ask Medina.

"What makes you leave the house, Dek? It's impossible for such a trivial matter to make you leave." I tried to push him, if he was pretending, he should stop.

"For Medina it was not a trivial Mas, Medina was really afraid that Mas would get married again," replied Medina, dja stopped her steps and looked at me who had only dared to compensate behind her steps.

"But it's just a misunderstanding, Dek," I said firmly.

"But Medina's fear is real Mas, receiving Mba Mariam who after all was the first love of Mas Musa it was like receiving 100 women who had nothing to do with Mas Musa," Medina said.

"Sir, you make Mas feel like a dzolim husband" I said, looking into Medina's eyes.

"Sorry Mas, but this is the true state of Medina's heart," Medina replied to me disappointed, as if she had forgotten who the director behind the marriage was.

"Then why did you ask the mas to marry Mariam, even impressed you were the one who forced it?"

"Because Medina felt that Medina was the barrier to your love, Medina divided the body of Mas Musa and Mba Mariam divided the heart of Mas Musa to me" Medina said.

"Honestly Deck? Are you sorry?" ask again.

"No, Demi Alloh Medina. Medina was already feeling very lucky with what Medina had right now, Medina learned not to be greedy and greedy, and as Mba Mariam once said, she learned, if marriage is not always as sweet as every girl's dreams, but a beautiful marriage must be fought with tears and sacrifice."

I hugged Medina's body again, and I felt her scent soothe my turmoil.

"Mas loves you, Dek," I said as the muddle evaporated and disappeared.

"Like Medina who was once determined to forcibly remove the name Mariam from her husband's heart, but in fact the heart can not be engineered let alone forced. Medina just did what Medina could to love you Mas, showing me my life as a wife. Thank you for finally Moses being able to love me without coercion and fabrication."

Although my heart loves Mariam and Medina, each of them receives one perfect whole circle. Their names I always mention in my evening prayers. Alloh gave me more responsibility because my ability is also more. They are angels who are the wings on both sides of my hand.

"Say that if you are hurt by wrong speech or deed, you will punish yourself with 3 days of fasting for every one mistake."

"Yes Mas" Medina replied with a smile.

We continued our morning walk through what was actually my memory of Mariam, a suspension bridge over a large river with a beautiful and cool view. The roar of the water sometimes made me and the young Mariam had to shout a little to have a conversation.

The wind blowing hard played the tip of the hijab Mariam at that time, making Mariam's hand must continue to hold it so as not to be exposed. Medina wore a large hijab so that the wind could not play her hijab. It's been different times and also different models, only the memories are still there. Mariam's warm smile that I always missed, now combined with Medina's sweet smile that I always enjoy together.

"The place is beautiful, Mas," said Medina while enjoying a breath of fresh and cool breeze.

"Yes, this used to be my favorite place and my friends."

"Did Mba Mariam like it here?"

"Yes, Dek, almost all the children in this village love this place" I replied.

"Medina also used to often imagine romantic places that can be visited together with people who Medina likes" said Medina.

"really?"

"Yes, but Medina had never really liked anyone until she finally liked Mas Musa. The first time Medina imagined the figure of a man to disturb Medina's mind at any time, is when Medina saw the figure of Mas Musa in the house of Kiyai Sholeh at that time."

"That means I'm really your first love, Dek?"

"Yes," he nodded in shame," said the first love was mostly not able to end beautifully, even the story of Mas Musa and Mba Mariam had ended with a farewell, Medina proves by bringing you together Medina's first love is also fused."

"Thank you, Deck. Let Allah prepare the most beautiful house later in heaven and the angels will even be jealous of the wife of Sholehah like you."

"Please promise me that you will love Medina, anytime. Although Medina was unable to give any children to Mas Musa, promise me Mas!"

"Mas promised, Deck! What you gave me was more than enough."

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