Pursuing My Husband's First Love
Witness of Medina's Happiness

Medina observed her husband's movements throughout the last dinner with his family. Medina felt something was wrong with Moses after coming home from the scene this afternoon.

'Was he wrong to have had more of Mas Musa's day than he should have? Is there anything wrong with Mas moses and Mba Mariam?' inner Medina.

After the night grew late one by one the inhabitants of the house began to enter into their respective disputes, as well as Medina and Moses.

The bright porch lights gave a dim aura to Moses' room even though the lights were turned off. Medina lay on the right side and Moses on the left. Moses looked at Medina who had just removed her headscarf.

'What would you do if you knew Mariam minded sharing, Deck?' moses looked at Medina.

"Mass?" call Medina, "Why is there something strange about Medina?"

"No, Deck." Moses stumbled from his mind.

"Medina noticed, Mas much diem since returning home this afternoon. Is there anything? Did you meet Mba Mariam?" ask Medina.

"No."

"Aren't you seeing Mba Mariam?" medina asked in surprise, she was disappointed that Moses had not opened up about his relationship with his second wife.

"Find the Deck" Moses answered briefly, "why? Is something bothering you?"

"Mas, I'm not fair with Mba Mariam. The night that Mba Mariam Mas was supposed to spend with me, Medina did not want to sin. Is Mba Mariam angry about that?" Medina tilted her body so she could talk while looking at Moses.

"Daddy, do you think sharing is that easy?"

"What do you mean Moses?"

"Do you love me, Dek?"

"Do you need to answer? Everything Medina did was basically because Medina loved Mas Musa, Medina's husband. What's going on, Mom? Why are you suddenly asking questions like this?" Medina started to rouse.

Moses touches Medina's unraveling hair and slips some of her strands behind his wife's ears, Medina getting more riled up because Moses does not immediately answer his question.

"May I ask you a sensitive question, Dek?"

"Ask, Mas!"

"Is not it easy to share with those you love? How can you do it?" Medina was silent for a moment digesting her husband's question, trying to think what was the cause of her husband suddenly asking about his heart.

"Mas, from the beginning Medina realized Medina only had the body of Mas Musa, while the heart of Mas Musa still belonged to Mba Mariam. Medina also realized, the heart will be more broken if it continues to be forced, Medina knows how much suffering Mas Musa because of the hidden love of Mba Mariam. Medina did not want to destroy Mas Musa with love, Medina gave up Mas Musa in order to get love."

Moses is touched by Medina's answer, her tenderness is able to keep her household standing firm despite the intense shock.

"Do you get what you want, Dek?"

"Of course Mas, yesterday Mba Mariam told how Mas Musa was worried when he found out Medina was gone. Mba Mariam said, if Medina had seen it, she would have known that Mas Musa loved Medina so much, did she?" Moses nodded at his wife's story, not expecting Mariam to notice him at the time, even telling Medina everything.

"Look at Mas, by sharing Medina actually get love from Mas Musa. Medina got everything Medina wanted, even Medina got pregnant." Moses saw honesty in Medina's eyes.

"Medina did not know what Mas Musa was really worried about. But Medina also learned a lot, while we are happy, why listen to the opinions of others who do not even understand us. If Mas Musa is worried about something because he hears the words of others, let it be Mas, who knows our feelings are only our own." Medina tried to calm the heart of Moses, he guessed there was a skewed opinion of his friends about the polygamy he lived.

"Are you happy, Dek?"

"Happy, Mum."

"Make sure you're really happy, Dek! I'm afraid that the happiness you often say is fake." Medina smiled at Moses' words, Her husband's concern was that he was not really happy.

"For the sake of Alloh Mas, Medina was happy, especially now!" Medina could not hold the dew in her eyes, she was moved by the fact that Moses had truly loved her.

"As long as Moses continued to suffer because of Mba Mariam, Medina was depressed and felt like she was failing to be a wife. Medina was sad to see Mas Musa constantly having nightmares, breaking out in cold sweat, and calling Mariam's name all night. Medina is grateful that you can finally be together, although it is unfortunate to have to break back Mba Mariam's heart."

"Are you jealous, Dek? Like women in general?"

"Of course Mas, Medina was jealous, hurt, and disappointed. But seeing your love made Medina realize many things, Medina also wanted to be loved deeply by Mas Musa, and if Medina was too jealous she would lose it all. Medina had to go the other way in order to have the heart of Mas Musa just like Mba Mariam. This is the path that Medina took Mas, the path that finally made Mas Musa able to love Medina sincerely."

"Now, Mas can have Mba Mariam, can take care of her, can fulfill your promises in the past, and can love her halal. I'm starting to be happy, of course Medina is happy."

"Medina was much distressed Mas, feeling guilty for being presumptuous to love Mas Musa while Mas Musa's heart already belonged to someone else. Maybe that's why Medina isn't happy, Medina's hormones aren't balanced."

"This is clear evidence that Medina is really happy, medina hormone balanced, Medina calmly lived our wedding days because of the Mba Mariam with Mas Musa."

"Daddy, thanks!" Moses kissed Medina's stomach many times with haru, and Medina rubbed her hands on the hair of Moses who was busy kissing his future son. Medina was stunned by the sight before her eyes, the happiness she had been waiting for all this time, a dream come true.

"Medina never hesitates about the promise of sharing, whatever it is! The more we share, the more we receive. It's also a blessing because we love orphans like Octavia."

Moses stopped after smelling their future son, and looked at Medina, the wife who would make the angel of heaven jealous because of his righteousness.

"Have you ever doubted me, Dek?"

"Sometimes Mas, but Medina never doubted herself Medina. Medina Believe, nothing is in vain, everything we plant will return to ourselves. Before Medina could gain the great love of Mas Musa, she had to give great love to Mas Musa. Medina never gave up on that belief, Medina did not want to regret for not trying her best."

Moses hugged his wife, and they dissolved in the heat. Moses was grateful for the imperfections of his heart that Medina received with grace, and miraculously perfected it.

Moses kissed the top of Medina's head, where the prayer after ijab qobul he recited above him. And instinctively down to the forehead, then turn to the cheeks of Medina down the traces of the river of tears, the circle of jewels that bear witness to the happiness of Medina. Her kiss came down to Medina's lips, where words that always managed to calm her heart came out from there.

Moses consciously stopped his activities, when he felt that Medina was hunting and his heart was pounding.

"Bissmilbornohmanirohim!" Moses pulled out a blanket and covered them both.

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Meanwhile in another place, Mariam dreams in her sleep. White shades filled all directions, Mariam walked barefoot along the uphill rocky path. Something up there provoked curiosity to see it.

Mariam stopped after getting tired of climbing, someone stood up challenging the warm sunlight in the middle of the meadow on the hill. Mariam walked over while hailing someone she knew very well from her back.

"Mas Bian ...." His voice choked even though he was trying to scream. His stifled steps could not get close to the figure before him. Mariam ran out of strength, her voice never came out and her steps never went forward. His body collapsed and fell.

The figure turned around as Mariam gave up, her happy face in the beautiful sunlight. He approached so easily, unlike Mariam who was locked in place.

Her warm hand touched Mariam's shoulder. Mariam wanted to retaliate but her body was stiff, she could only raise her head to look at the face she missed.

"Never feel less, I will still love you."

Then the light grew brighter and brighter, until Mariam felt no longer strong because of the glare.

"Mariam ... Mariam! Wake up!"

Mariam awakens to the shock of her mother trying to wake her up. He opened his eyes and found the worried face of his mother, not the dazzling face of Mas Bian as in his dreams.

"Istighfar, Son!"

"Sorry Mom," said Mariam with a breath that was still hunting.

"No papa ma'am, sleep again, Mariam is just a dream."

"Dream of your late husband? That's a sign he asked for prayer" his mother said as she left.

Mariam looked at her mother who disappeared behind the door. Mariam sat down and leaned her body, she held her shoulder, which still felt with real traces of Mas Bian's hand there.

"What are you trying to say, Mom?" mariam muttered.

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