Pursuing My Husband's First Love
Return Journey

The next morning Mariam, Medina, and Moses prepared to leave immediately. After a long drama of morning sickness experienced by Medina. Ms Aini had asked them to postpone the trip until Medina improved, but Medina refused on the grounds that her husband had taken a lot of leave.

Finally they left after noon and Mba Lastri went with them like Bu Aini's orders. The journey is not easy because the hangover experienced by Medina worsened throughout the trip. Many times they stopped only to give pause to the suffering of Medina.

"How's this Zan, do you want to continue?" mariam asked Moses.

"We go slowly, yes" answered Moses.

"Let me drive, you accompany Medina in the back, who knows her mood is improving and her nausea is also improving" Mariam suggested.

"Can you, Mar?" moses asked doubtfully.

"Can."

"No need, let's slow down" Moses said at his wife's proposal.

"Zan, our journey is still a long way off. Let Madam Lastri in front of Okta, you behind Medina's help, wipe her waist and back, it will slightly reduce her hangover. I can do driving, want to slowly also prolong the suffering of Medina," said Mariam insisted.

Moses felt Mariam's words were right, Moses looked doubtfully at Mariam had put his hand in front of him, Moses felt his shirt pocket and then gave Mariam the key.

'How is it possible to let Mariam drive this long distance? While he still had trauma on the streets.' Moses inner.

"Already, believe I can. Mas Bian used to take me out of town in his office car, and Mas Bian taught me to drive."

"Sorry Mariam, I should have used a driver" Moses said.

Medina was enjoying the fresh air in a rest area with Oktavia and Mbak Lastri, strong winds make the air so cool and can momentarily relieve nausea. He looked at Moses and Mariam talking in the distance.

He smiled remembering the conversation and the warm night with Moses last night. He felt his heart, which even still felt the same pounding even just by remembering it. Medina had truly felt the sincere love of her husband's heart.

"Bak Lastri, Okta .. let's get to the car!" take Medina to see Mariam is getting ready.

"Come Aunty," welcome Okta.

They went hand in hand and prepared to continue on a journey that was not even half as yet.

"Mbak Lastri in front of Oktavia, yes" said Mariam.

"Yes Mba" said Pastri.

Mariam got on the driver's seat and made Medina wonder. But seeing the index finger code on her husband's lips she decided not to ask him and just followed.

Along the way Moses always rubbed his back to the waist Medina who sat hugging a pillow while his back. Right, the hangover was reduced enough that the trip went smoothly.

Although Moses' hands and body were always on Medina, his eyes and watch were never separated from Mariam. And Mariam managed to prove her ability and success against trauma.

On the other hand Medina also noticed her husband's movements that looked anxious and tense. Medina knew her husband's attention was divided on her and on Mariam. It was even very clear in his eyes that the mouth of Moses kept chanting prayers.

Medina also realized how great Mariam was because she was reliable in all situations. A lot of PR that Medina must fix from herself in order to be as good as her honey Mba.

Medina turned to look at her husband, and took hold of Moses' hand.

"Mba Mariam is great, Mas!" whispered Medina, "Not to worry." Medina tried to calm Moses down.

"Yes, Deck! You doing all that?"

"Udah Mas, thank you, it turns out that the dede wants to be pampered with his ashes."

"Alhamdulillah" Moses said with a smile.

The journey continues, passing through a quiet motorway. Okta fell asleep in the lap of Mba Lastri. So did Medina and Moses who fell asleep by leaning against each other. Mariam saw the scene from the car in front of her.

There was jealousy that rippled and seeped into his heart. A strange feeling that made his heart feel pain. She desperately runs away from her first failed love, marrying the person she didn't even love then, only to help her run as far away as possible.

Now, destiny is present forcing him to enter into a polygamous bond. The word first love never works, nor does it work for him. He failed to run, but failed also had in the true sense.

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

Mariam again tingled a mysterious message figure that resembles her late husband last night, could the point be that she does not need to be jealous? Mariam again touched her shoulder, where Mas Bian's hand slapped last night and made her calm.

Mariam thought hard.

'You are great Medina, you love your husband but forced your husband to marry me, I'm sure it's not easy.'

'Can I?'

'If you were already pregnant back then, would you still make the same sacrifice?'

'I should never have returned to the village, so that this feeling would not rise again, ' Mariam's mind was full of regret.

'Ah, no! It should be them who did not come to the place where I managed to hide.'

"Mr!" call Mba Lastri to Mariam.

"Eh-iya Mba Lastri" said Mariam.

"Yes, Mba Lastri."

Mba Lastri was 10 years old over Mariam and Moses, at his age may be more suitable called Bu Lastri but because the mba call has been attached to him from the first he remains young with the call Mba Lastri.

"Mba Mariam is great now, rarely you know women can drive themselves, I used to see how little Mba Mariam, now has become a great woman."

"If in the city it is common Mba Lastri, this is also taught by the late husband first. He said that later I bought the car I could walk alone, but that's it, only Mba Lastri's memories," recalls Mariam.

"I'm sorry Mba, so make Mba Mariam sad."

"No papa Mba Lastri, life must go on."

"But Mba Mariam is lucky, now even become Mas Mizan's wife, Mba also knows first you guys dating her childhood like mocked with her friends, who is Ridwan cs, Mizan ... Marian ... Mizon ... Mariam."

"Haha ... Mba Lastri inget aja, so embarrassed me."

For the first time Mariam can share a little of her story without tears. But, the marriage that bound him was considered by others as good luck. Free to explain his heart that began to hurt because it was presumptuous to open the heart to the old story.

"Mba Lastri is also great, can raise 3 children alone," said Mariam.

"Therefore I said Mba Mariam a lucky person, not rich Iih, where there are those who want to be widows with many children, used to be small again. Fortunately there is a Mom Aini who wants to use my energy, if not the children must be late and do not know what the future is," said Mba Lastri.

"Bu Aini is a good person, my son is in pesantrenin all now, I am also lucky ding, can continue to live thanks to the kindness of Bu Aini," continued Mba Lastri with a smile.

Mba Lastri also lost her husband, just like Mariam. Maybe because of the same background they end up matching and entertaining each other.

'You are the luckier Mba Lastri, Ms. Aini helps your children's education without having to tie you to marriage, '" Mariam said.

"Kasian Bu Aini is lonely, his two children even wander all over, most Bu Aini can only be fatu-gendu feeling the same Father. Granddaughter of Ms. Aini from Mas Harun also can only speak a little Indonesian language, so sometimes if the phone is difficult to talk."

"Yes Mba, but soon Miss Aini has a granddaughter here."

"Yes the Mba, but Octavia is also his grandson Bu Aini, Bu Aini is very fond of Okta, Bu Aini often said later if already big want to be in pesantrenin in a good place, Mba."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yes Mba Mariam, easy-easy baby candidate Mba Medina healthy continues and smoothly until the birth, Aamiin."

"Aamiin's."

Secretly Moses listened to their chatter from behind, apparently he had woken up and he deliberately pretended to sleep because he heard Mariam's laughter loose while talking to Mba Lastri. Moses did not want to disturb, and let Mariam freely talk without burden. Sometimes the person who understands the wound the most is the person with the same wound.

'Sir Bian, thank you for making my Mariam extraordinary, ' Moses said.

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The car came in at a rest area, it was late afternoon. Their journey took almost twice as long, and either had to come when, if Mariam did not force to drive.

"Thank you Mariam" Moses said.

"Not thank you" answered Mariam coldly as she left Moses.

Medina silently watched the two of them.

"Mas, is there a problem with Mba Mariam? Is she upset that Mba Mariam has to drive?" ask Medina.

"No Deck, Mariam has always been."

"hem, yes. Patience Mas, surely one day Mba Mariam's heart will be open again."

'What's your heart made of, Dek? Mariam just feels pain when it comes to sharing, why can you?' inner Moses.

"We pray first, then Mas Musa was a nyetir, Medina is already fine. Any minute now nyampe, kasian Mba Mariam."

"Yes, Deck."

'Mariam .. If opening my heart to make you sick, it's better to close it. Let me take care of you without you having to respond with a sense, ' Moses inwardly.

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