Pursuing My Husband's First Love
Pregnancy Medina

"Why you?" ask Moses as he approaches me.

"I don't know, Medina's belly suddenly got nauseous."

"Let's take you to the room again?" Moses took me back to my room.

"Wait for Mas, Medina will take the orange," I asked.

"Orange? Don't let your stomach recur from eating a cool orange, Dek?"

"Not Mas, it's the orange that makes Medina no longer nauseous."

Hearing my words Mas Musa carrying a basket of oranges while packing me. The scent of soap and sahmpo from Mas Musa burst into my nose, a scent I used to love, now provoked a great urge for nausea.

"Heeuk ...!" I pushed Mas Musa's body away, he was surprised by what I did.

"Why, Deck? You why?" Moses tried to get closer again, and I raised my hand as a sign to stop Moses.

"Medina .. just go it alone!"

Moses could only obey me, and take care of me from behind. I asked in my mind, Mas Musa took a bath at night like this? Did not Moses sleep with me? Or maybe?!

I threw my body in a pile of pillows high so that the nausea did not come back. I sprayed the perfume with the scent of the fruit I had borrowed from Okta, for some reason I was suddenly attracted to the perfume of the boy and shamelessly borrowed it.

"Dec? You sick? We'll go to the doctor, okay?" ask Moses worried.

"Yes Mas, Medina was willing to pray but suddenly Medina's stomach is not good like this."

"Yes, just take a break, Dek. Just now the intention has been recorded as good charity and can be rewarded."

Moses said farewell to take ablution, I took the oranges and I savorfully put each clove in my mouth.

The next morning the news that I was sick had spread, Mother, Father, and Mba Mariam took turns asking what I felt. Musa had heated up his car to take me to a nearby clinic.

"Sir, you seem to catch a cold, do you want to be called an incandescent mbok?" ask my mother-in-law.

"But the body of Medina is not hot Mom, usually if Medina in the wind must be hot. I think Medina's maag is relapsing, huh!"

"What's so common, Din if it relapses?" ask Mba Mariam.

"Yes, Mba."

"That's the orange you ate?" ask Mba Mariam to see the contents of my nightstand.

"Yes Mba, meticulous yesterday in the garden. Semalem wants to take it as necessary but Mas Musa brought his baskets."

"Don't, you ... Are you late for the moon?" ask Mba Mariam with a different face.

"Hem .. I forgot Mba."

"Buy test what test is Mba, which makes a pregnancy test, try to test first," said my mother-in-law.

"Tespect, Mom."

"Yes, testege."

Mba Mariam immediately went according to Mother's words.

"Hopefully, Nduk, this is no ordinary pain" my mother-in-law said expectantly, I was honestly afraid, afraid of disappointing them back. Am I pregnant?

"Come on Deck, help the car!" take Moses who suddenly appears.

"Later first Zan, the mother again sent Mba Mariam to the pharmacy first to buy something, later to the doctor so that it can be more appropriate to go to the general practitioner or a special doctor," mother said, rolling her eyes at me.

"Special doctor?" repeat of Moses.

"Mother, you go back, your wife, wait for Mba Mariam to come."

Moses looked at his mother's departure with question marks. I just kept quiet to see the joy of my mother-in-law, at least until Mba Mariam came I had to suppress my feelings of not being too happy. I'm afraid I'm disappointed again.

Not long after, Mba Mariam came into contact with a small plastic package in white.

"Din, this is cobain. I buy 3 different brands, all good so it can be used anytime not have to fit wake up," said Mba Mariam while thrusting the goods in her hand.

"Mba, Medina is afraid of disappointment" I said honestly, doing a pregnancy test at home-in-law gives a different pressure when I used to do it myself at home with disappointing results.

"Try Din first, I'm sure you're pregnant."

"How are you sure?"

"Pregnancy usually makes a woman's emotions unstable, sensitive, and fast-changing. Your departure from home leaves a lot of questions, plus now you're nauseous, asking for Okta perfume, hold that sour orange. Insha Alloh, Din!"

Mba Mariam's words have a point, I am not aware of my own change, but Mba Mariam is more experienced than me. I went to the restroom while carrying the testpek in the white bag earlier.

I saw Mother and Moses talking outside. Fortunately, it would be even more stressful if they even had to wait for me in front of the restroom.

"Come, Din!" said Mba Mariam again, I immediately closed the bathroom door and started using the pregnancy test as directed on the packaging.

My eyes blinked a few times capturing the sight of line two on the tool. Really, am I pregnant?

"Mba," I called Mba Mariam who was busy in the kitchen, "The result is this, what does it mean that I'm pregnant?"

Mba Mariam looked at the three tools I offered and smiled, "Congratulations, Din. You're pregnant." Mba Mariam hugged me.

"Alhamdulillah, I'm really pregnant" I cried happily.

"Let's tell Mizan and Aini's mom, they must be happy."

Half-running I searched for Mas Musa to tell him this happy news immediately.

"Mas Moses" called me when I saw my husband talking to my mother-in-law.

"Are you better?" ask Moses.

"Udah Din? How'd it go?" mother asked, Moses looked astonished at Mother's question.

"Alhamdulillah, Medina is not sick, Medina is pregnant Mom, Mas," I said happily.

"Pregnant Deck? Alhamdulillah" cried Mas Musa.

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'Deg .. deg .. deg.'

An ultrasonography device heard the sound of a heartbeat from inside my stomach. The taste of haru rushes until the tears of happiness just flow.

"That's my son's heartbeat" I cried unstoppably.

"Yes Dek, our son." Moses was seen dripping his tears hearing the miracle in my stomach, Moses hugged me, we cried together.

"Already, embarrassed there is a Doctor," said Mother aware of our novelty, but tears of happiness are also seen in her eyes.

"So the fetus is 10 weeks old, the location of the placenta is good, the development is good, the hands and feet have been formed, the length is 45 mm, the weight is 4.5 grams, everything is normal and good," said the doctor explained, we are happier to hear it.

"For the first trimester is still vulnerable, yes, should be taken care of properly, do not mind a lot of stress, multiply rest, still try to eat nutritious food even though it is nausea," continued Mrs Doctor.

"Thank you, ma'am" I said.

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My pregnancy was good news for everyone. Congratulations and various messages I received from various parties, my people who I told via telephone connection were also happy. I was happy, because I managed to give the happiness that Mas Musa was waiting for.

"Dek, tonight there is a condangan to the place of the meeting, I was thinking will invite you, but since you are pregnant young you should be at home, yes," said Mas Musa.

"Oh yes Mas, the body of Medina is also not good, Mas Musa did not go long?" my door.

"Yes Deck! It's important you rest."

"Is Mba Mariam coming?" manya curious.

"Yes, Mariam was also invited, because the married one was our friend, without the drugging her Mariam would also come."

'True, their circle of friendship is the same, ' my inner self.

"Yes, it's better that Mas just leave with Mba Mariam," I suggested.

"Let's Deck later, Mariam hasn't been willing to fully open up about our marriage to the people here."

"But don't your friends know Mas?" to my surprise, of course I still remember the various words haru in the Mas Musa school alumni group when the news of Mas Musa marrying Mba Mariam spread.

"Know, but it's still taboo to talk about."

"Why Mas?" I'm getting curious.

"Already Deck, do not think better you focus on your condition, multiply sholawat, dhikr, and read the Quran let our children be children who are sholeh/sholeh, Dek," reject Mas Musa subtle.

"But Mas, is Mba Mariam ashamed of her status as Mas Musa's second wife?" my guess.

"Dek, let Mariam with the conflict that is on her, do not think too much about let alone try to interfere again, not good later to dedek in your womb."

"Is Mba Mariam that complicated, Mas?" More precisely I did not expect Mba Mariam did not share her happiness with friends who clearly knew their story.

"No Deck, but we will never know someone's inner struggle, until finally someone looks smiling and fine in front of us." Moses approached and took my hand.

"Mas himself does not fully understand and too much misfortune when you finally decide to be combined with Mariam. I don't know your inner struggle, sadness, and pain that you have to go through until you can finally smile again like this, Deck!" moses said, looking into my eyes.

The words of Moses sound like they are limiting themselves. I began to feel that Mas Musa would be closed to me about the development of his relationship with Mba Mariam. There is sadness in my heart.

In the past, I pretended to be strong so that Mas Musa could freely express his feelings. I pretended not to be hurt so that Mas Musa would believe me and be completely honest with me.

Do I look weak now?

The lives of Mba Mariam and Mas Musa are a basic necessity for me, so that I may be at peace because I still know where their hearts have developed and so that I may know my position in the heart of Mas Musa. I'd rather be jealous than have no idea about them at all.

"Mas." I took hold of Moses' hand.

"Why did Medina capture another meaning of Mas Musa's words?" many honest.

"What Deck?"

"Such talk, stop interfering with Mariam's personal life. Did I look like I've been meddling so far?"

"Not so, Deck!"

"Mas wants to protect you, Mas used to be wrong and fooled by your stubbornness. I don't want to hurt you anymore, enough of your sacrifice all this time, I've been very grateful because you've been heartened to share your own husband without thinking about your happiness." Moses spoke as if he were regretting something.

"From now on, think of your happiness Deck! Moreover, there are our prospective children in your womb who need a mother with a feeling of calm and happy in order to grow healthy" continued Mas Musa.

"Even though Mariam is your honey, your household is still a different roof. Simply love each other and respect each other without having to know again the problems behind the doors of each roof. I want you to be happy, Dek," said Mas Musa earnestly.

"Medina was happy Mas, when others called Medina stupid even my own mother but Medina was grateful, because the stupidity of Medina made Medina more sincere," I said to reduce the guilt of Mas Musa.

"Why is Moses suddenly like this? Is it because of my pregnancy?" ask again.

"No Deck, I realized when you suddenly disappeared, I realized your stubbornness was fake, I realized you were also an ordinary woman. I love you for who you are, Dek. Even if you're not pregnant, you still love you."

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