Pursuing My Husband's First Love
Condo 1

The noise of the event is full of happiness with the music making every conversation should use a little energy. Mariam and Risma, Sofia and Mala. They both praised Teguh who was in harmony with his beautiful wife in the village.

They were close friends from childhood, they were busy telling the silliness of each of those times, in the heart of Mariam grateful because they did not discuss the present.

Suddenly another group came, Ridwan appeared with the Word and ... Mizan. In Mariam's heart she hoped the company would not join them.

"Mas Ridwan!" exclaiming Risma waved her hand, and made the group automatically move closer to Mariam. Mariam grunted disappointedly.

"Hey ... Assalamualaikum my friends," said Ridwan as he approached.

They all say hello to each other and momentarily forget the age.

"We also have a newlywed, an old couple here" Ridwan said.

"Congratulations to you, I know the struggle and how it seems, I didn't expect you to be together."

"From the beginning I'm sure you guys are a match, even if it has to be complicated like this."

"I'm touched by your story."

"True love, must be fused."

"May sakinah, mawadah, marohmah ya."

They take turns congratulating the clumsy Mizan and Mariam.

"Thank you all" said Mizan, occasionally glancing at the uncomfortable Mariam.

"Thank you" said Mariam.

"I want to fit both of you are bucin, than your lessons are more love letters," added another, and followed by laughter.

"Truly true love, until awaited his widow," Ridwan timpal again.

"Of course, why is it our Messiah? Discuss that up front, you know," said Mizan trying to change the subject.

Under the table Mizan touched and clasped Mariam's hand, hinting Mariam to be calm and more relaxed. Slowly but surely Mariam tried to take off the hand grip while commenting on the smile on her lips.

"No papa" he whispered slowly.

"But about you guys is more interesting, your story is rich in films," said Risma.

"How was your first wife, Zan? Why not invite them?" ask Word.

"My wife is not feeling well anymore, she is pregnant young" replied Mizan.

"Well, congratulations, you're gonna be a dad!" Ridwan.

"May Mariam also soon become pregnant with your child" Sofia said.

"Aamiin ...," they said compactly, Mariam smiled wryly at it.

"Come on Zan, stop by my house we're having more conversations," invite Firman.

"No way, tomorrow we have to come back, this is also Alhamdulillah, fit can go home and can gather," said Mizan.

"Well, Mariam, do you have to go home tomorrow? Hem yes Mr. lecturer is busy," said Risma while hugging Mariam.

"Don't be Ris, Mizan is his wife of two, so must be the spirit of the money," said Ridwan.

"Mizan does not need to work just extensive plantations, fruit stores are everywhere," said the Word chimed.

"It can't be that, it's not my business, it's my parents" Mizan said.

"Well later also fall to you Zan, Mas Harun also at home abroad, kasian is the same your parents are lonely, mending you do not have to wander again accompanied by Pak Munir and Bu Aini, who are very lonely, who wants to continue Zan?" Ridwan.

"I if appointed a child for his business nerusin would be very willing," said Firman joking, they again laughed.

Mariam looks agitated with their chatter seen standing, "Sorry friends I have to go home, afraid my son was crying just a moment because."

"Lha is your husband here Mariam, the future will be easy," prevent Ridwan.

"Mas Mizan still wants to talk, right?" mariam said to Mizan, he deliberately put a call in front of him as a sign of respect in front of his friends.

"Yes, you go first, yes" said Mizan as he thrust his hand at Mariam, glancing right left at the expression of his friends Mariam received the helping hand and kissed her reverently.

"I also want to say yes first," said Mala following Mariam.

Mala walked out together with Mariam, Mala noticed Mariam's expression which seemed to be evading from the chatter inside.

"Mar?" call Mala.

"Yes, La?"

"Aren't you comfortable, Dad?" asked Mala who was inside just silent.

"Yes La, I'm thinking a lot."

"Hem, don't think about it, they are actually cool because you are finally together again" said Mala trying to guess Mariam.

"Thank you La, you know best."

"Why did Mar? Are you not happy with your marriage? Does the status of a second wife weigh on you?" mala asked when she realized Mariam was not as happy as she and her friends had imagined.

"Ehm, yes. Medina Mizan's first wife is actually kind, she is sincere although sometimes looks too innocent and naive. But, this marriage outside of my power La, I've tried to turn it down."

"Why Mar?" mala asked not understand, how could Mariam refuse to marry Mizan someone she clearly loves very much.

Finally Mariam and Mala pulled over for a moment to talk, they sat down at a patrol post they happened to pass by.

"When the late Mas Bian died, I was depressed, my parents and in-laws were anxious to think about my and Octavia's fate. That's when Medina came to ask me to marry her husband." Mala put her hand on Mariam's shoulder, realizing the sadness her best friend had experienced.

"The stupid thing that I hope Medina will regret one day, puts me in a position that makes me go awry. My mother accepted the proposal because she felt my condition was still unstable and depressed" Mariam said.

"Mar, you still love Mizan, don't you?" mala asked trying to understand the situation.

"My love for Bian is also great La, he's my husband and he just died."

"I'm sorry Mar, even I did not spare my condolences for the departure of Mas Bian, even immediately followed by congratulating your marriage with Mizan," said Mala.

"Returning to this place makes all the memories of Mizan reappear La, it feels even the same when I fell in love with her the first time," Mariam said.

"Why Mar? Isn't that nice? You husband and wife, what are you crying about?"

"My status is La, I'm the second wife." A clear thread began to drip from the corner of Mariam's eye followed by a small sobbing that she tried to hold.

Mala hugged Mariam who was crying so much in front of her. For Mariam this was the first time she had been free to express the grief she had been condoning.

"Is Medina evil to you, Mar?" guess Mala.

"Medina is fine La, my heart is not fine."

"If I could choose, I want to live away from them, my journey to forget Mizan is more than half."

"Mar, your meeting with Mizan after a long time is also very surprising, maybe you are indeed a match, even though you have to be a second wife, you can what Mar, if all is destiny?"

"Can I La, after all those feelings come back? After I came back to love Mizan? Medina may be big-spirited to be able to share the people she loves, can I La? Previously I was still relaxed because my heart was still worried, my feelings for Mizan were still lost somewhere, now? Can I have La?"

"Prophe Mar, I'm sure it's not easy. But, your destiny is so, you should."

"It would have been easier if this marriage hadn't happened, La!" regret Mariam, Mala looked pity on her suffering friend.

"For me it would be better to admire Mizan in my rightful place, not as a second wife."

"Aware Mar! He's even your husband now! Istighfar Mar!"

"Now that I have risen, I am well. My emotions are stable, if only I have to support Octavia I can afford La-"

"Istighfar Mariam, are you short-minded? Is marriage just a game? Mariam .. Listen, you have to be patient. This is just a matter of the heart, as long as your husband is fair, supportive, not playing rough, not cheating, not lazy to work, your marriage is not in a big problem!"

"Astaghfirullohaladzim!"

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Meanwhile, in another place, Mizan was talking to Ridwan, the other friends who had said goodbye.

"Zan's? Mariam is fine, right? Why are you so stiff?" ask Ridwan.

"Okay Wan, it just takes time to melt Mariam like it used to."

"Huh? Well I feel guilty about most of the talk, why don't you tell me?"

"Complicated Wan, just yesterday Mariam somewhat softened her heart, but now it seems to harden again."

"Mariam got along with your first wife?"

"Akur, even Medina considers Mariam her older sister."

"You're fair to them, Zan?" search Ridwan.

"I'm trying, Wan," answered Mizan listlessly.

"One woman complicates Zan, let alone two."

"So, Medina always felt I only loved Mariam, while Mariam still did not accept her status as a second wife" said Mizan resigned.

"It's complicated too, Zan!"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Do you love your first wife?"

"Of course Wan, she's even pregnant right now, we're waiting over 2 years."

"Then Mariam? You love her or just an obsession from your past, Zan?"

"I love him too, Wan."

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