Pursuing My Husband's First Love
Evade each other

"Mba Lastri? Just sleep if you're sleepy, lock the gate, like Mas Musa went home to Mba Mariam," said Medina.

Mba Lastri just delivered milk to Medina at bedtime.

"I-iya Mba Medina." Mba Lastri could see the disappointment clearly on the face of his employer's daughter-in-law.

"Mba Medina sleep first, let Mba Lastri temenin."

"No, Mba." Medina moved her body uncomfortably.

"Why Mba? Is anyone sick?" ask Mba Lastri.

"Just a pegel, a day in the mattress Medina's body less motion so pegel."

"Prophey yes, Mba. Pregnancy is like that, different people feel. But if it's weak content must be really careful."

"Thank you Mba Lastri" said Medina with a smile.

Tok tok .... "Assalamualaik." There was a sound of knocking and greeting from the front door.

"Mas Musa came home Mba Dinah" exclaimed Mba Lastri as he ran forward and opened the door.

"Waalaikumsalam" replied Mba Lastri.

"Thank you, Mba. Medina's asleep?" ask Moses.

"Not yet, just drank milk earlier."

"Yes, take a break Mba Lastri already at night, I want to take a shower first."

Moses allowed cold water to wet his head, trying to cool his hot brain, trying to cool his troubled heart. She was silent under the shower stream, inside her head twinkling Mariam's sad face. The expression of his heartache and crying was still clearly heard in the ears.

His heart breaks, realizing his efforts to protect Mariam have hurt his life. Mariam's look of disappointment and despair completely shattered her heart. Even the pain, many times more painful when Mariam decided to end their story first.

"What am I supposed to do?" mumbled Moses alone.

"Maiam!"

For almost thirty minutes Moses tried to use cold water to neutralize his thoughts. He did not want to make Medina suspicious and add to the burden of his first wife's heart.

"Mass? The bath was long" Medina said as Moses returned to the room.

"Mas stomach is not good anymore, why haven't you slept, Dek?" moses asked while trying to avoid Medina's gaze.

"Medina sleeps a lot" replied Medina.

"Mass? Is Moses all right?" ask Medina suspiciously.

"No papa Dek, I'm just a tadpole."

"Oh, so did you really just come home? Medina thinks Mas's going to Mariam's Mba's house."

"New bags home, Deck."

"Not seeing Mba Mariam? Hem ... It seems that Mba Mariam's feeling is not good, it's better to talk to her."

"Already, Deck. Stop taking care of Mariam's life!" moses said in a slightly raised tone, shortly after he realized that his words were wrong.

"I'm sorry, Mas" said Medina, aware of her husband's changing emotions.

"Heeem, I mean, you just focus on your condition, take good care of our baby, don't think about other things so that our baby is not disturbed." Moses lowered his tone, realizing that Medina was quite surprised by what he had said.

"Sorry, if Medina interfered too much."

"Let Mariam, Deck. He's not papa, he's just busy with the seams."

"But really, is she okay with Mba Mariam?"

"Yes, everything's fine, Dek!"

Moses hugged his wife, hoping that the discussion of Mariam would stop. While Medina did not necessarily believe what her husband said, she pretended not to know.

'Really, is that as obsessed as you are with Mariam, Dek?' inner Moses.

"Rest Mas, you must be tired."

Elsewhere, Mariam still cries for her life. This city, is the city where he knits life from ground zero with Biantara. But, the presence of Moses and Medina made this city just as miserable now.

He could not leave, from the place where Biantara's dream depends. In this city also the body of Biantara fused with the land.

"Why should they come into my life? Why in the worst times of my life should there be them? Why don't I just meet them later when I'm better?" sorry Mariam.

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As time went on, Medina's pregnancy began to improve. And Moses decided to stay away from Mariam and wait for Mariam's mood to improve. Moses only occasionally came to play with Octavia, or sometimes took him for a walk. But then he would go home and not stay.

Many times Medina asked about her husband who began to unfairly divide the day, but Moses made the pregnancy of Medina as an excuse, or the bustle of Mariam as a shield. Medina was happy because at an important time in her life, her husband spent a lot of time with her.

Study next to Medina, read her a letter of Joseph, AnNisa, or sometimes a letter of Mariam to Medina for her delivery. Moses also often spoke to the belly of Medina who began to puff as if he was talking to a grown child, kissed the stomach of Medina and recited prayers for their child.

Medina was happy with Moses' romantic treatment every day. Although in her heart felt awkwardness, her husband began to be unfair to her honeymoon, and could guess something was wrong with the marriage of her two husbands.

While Mariam began to develop her business by buying shophouses and cars. Mariam began adding employees, adding machines, and making Desi and Heru Tea as her right and left hands. The first floor of the shophouse he used as a shop, then the 2nd and 3rd floors he used as a production room.

With reckless capital Mariam mobilized all the money relic Biantara for his business. Hopefully he and Octavia can still take shelter under the auspices of Biantara even though his presence is no longer visible.

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

The atmosphere of her hut began to get busy with the routine of her employees after the afternoon break, Mariam's room was down in the corner of her shop. The angle where he can be himself in the midst of the demands of circumstances that make him have to look strong and tough. There Mariam often cries, complains, or just claims to be tired.

Tok tok!

"Mba Mariam, are you awake?" Desi Tea entered carrying several maps in her hands, since her efforts grew bigger Mariam asked the closest person to call her name no longer Mama Okta.

"I overslept, why wasn't it built up, Tea?"

"Mba Mariam looks tired, I want to wake up not bear. Mba Mariam all right? Mba Mariam is very strong."

"No papa Teh, just a lack of rest. Okta come home with tea?"

"Udah, calm Mba Okta is also sticky to my nephew."

"Thank you Tea, have helped nyariin people to take care of Okta."

"Sama-sama Mba, also thank you for giving my nephew. Mba Mariam came home aja rest, Mba shoots her face," said Teh Desi worried.

"No papa Teh, I want to drink coffee who knows better" replied Mariam.

For him Desi Tea is more than just a coworker or employee. Desi Tea is also a lot of encouragement and motivation when Mariam slumped, Mariam slightly divided her life burden on Desi Tea even Octavia is so sticky on Desi Tea.

"Let me make it, Mba!"

"Thank you Tea, it helped me a lot."

"Sama-sama Mba, also helped by the progress of Mba Mariam's business."

"Yes Tea, I'm risking everything here, I have to work it all out. I don't want to fail Tea" said Mariam diligently.

"Mba Mariam has been trying hard, always sure Mba Mariam's efforts will survive and even grow rapidly." Desi tea gives a cup of his homemade coffee to Mariam.

"Bismillah Tea, help me make it all happen."

Toktoktok, "Mba Mariam, there are guests" said Novi, an employee in charge of guarding the store.

"Who, Nov?" ask Desi Tea.

"Mother Medina" replied Novi.

Mariam reflex nibbled her temple hearing her honey name called.

"Tell in, Nov," said Mariam in the end.

Medina entered Mariam's room, her cheeks began to look round, but her stomach had not been seen bloated covered by her long-drapped hijab.

"Din's? Here sit down first," Mariam invited Medina to the small sofa beside her desk, while Desi Tea bailed to continue her work again.

"Thank you, Mba!"

"Only?" ask Mariam.

"Sama Mba Lastri, it's in front again loftily his clothes Mba Mariam."

"Are you really healthy?" ask Mariam again.

"Alhamdulillah, Mba thanks to Mba Mariam's prayer as well. Everything started to taste good again it was 5 months," Medina said, showing her stomach.

"Thank God then." Mariam gave a cold drink to Medina.

"Old Medina did not meet Mba Mariam, kirain Mas Musa lied that Mba Mariam was busy, it was true that Mba Mariam was great now."

"New pioneering, Din. This was all planned before Mas Bian died. I'm just living Mas Bian's dream of having a business of my own." Mariam started sipping her coffee.

"Then Medina came here to ask why Mas Musa never stayed at the house of Mba Mariam, but, Moses did not want to disturb Mba Mariam who was reaching for her dreams."

Mariam's heart rippled as Medina mentioned the name again, all this time Mariam vented her feelings for Mizan by working tirelessly. After their debate that night Mariam tried hard to avoid mizan.

"Actually Medina was worried about Mba Mariam, Medina thought there was nothing about Mas Musa. Every time Medina tried to ask him, Mas Musa always dodged, and diverted the conversation."

"We're not papa, you don't have to bother thinking about us, Din. Not good for your baby." Mariam easily controls her feelings with the help of coffee which always manages to improve her mood.

"But Medina was just trying to remind Mas Musa, however he should be fair to both of us, Mba."

"There are rules, Din. Not always 6 divided by 2 must be 3 equal to 3. You are pregnant, you should get more attention. And I'm busy, Oktavia's not much attention from me, especially if you have to pay attention to your husband." There was a discord in Mariam's last words, Medina was more and more convinced that not only was Moses trying to cover up but that Mariam was also covering up the matter between them.

'What are you guys trying to cover up for?' inner Medina wondered.

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