Pursuing My Husband's First Love
The Best

"Mar, my mother and also your mother will probably be disappointed at my decision-"

"Let my mother be my business, I'm sure my mother will understand." Mariam interrupted Mizan's words quickly.

"And ... Please send my apology to Ms. Aini. If he wants to, he can still consider Octavia as his grandson, even though he will get a grandson from Medina," continued Mariam.

"Yes .. Thank you, I'll say."

Mariam stood up to her desk, and took a card from her bag.

"I'm returning this thing again" said Mariam while putting the atm once given by Mizan.

"Keep it, it's still your right. I am still obliged to provide Octavia, as well as some allowances or compensation that will later be your right, Mar."

"You don't have to bother so, Okta my son, she's just-"

"He's my son too, Mar! Please accept .. I beg you," cut Mizan.

Mariam was silent at Mizan's request.

"I will fulfill my duty, so accept all this as the right of a divorced wife. I know maybe your money is more now, but let me do my duty."

"Trust me, there is no more intention" Mizan assured Mariam.

"Hem .. alright, if that makes you relieved." Mariam finally relented and obeyed her ex-husband's will.

"Please promise to live well, so that I know that my decision to let you go is not a wrong step" Mizan said on the verge of his willingness.

"I promise" answered Mariam.

"Did Medina know, Zan?" ask Mariam later.

"No, yet" Mizan shook his head, "Medina doesn't know yet, but you don't worry, I've been explaining to her slowly since yesterday. I didn't mean to tell her everything, but so that Medina wouldn't bother you anymore."

"I understand" said Mariam understood Mizan's openness to his wife.

"If he hears this news later he won't be too surprised" Mizan continued.

"Yes, sooner or later everyone will know."

"Yes." Yeah."

"Give Medina my regards, thank you for everything this whole time."

"You can say it straight, Mar. We are separated, not you and Medina. After all, our friendship can still remain intertwined."

"Hem, yes."

"I'll ask my friend to take care of our divorce in court later, you don't have to worry, I'll take care of everything."

"Yes, thank you."

"Hem .. Okay, I'll take my leave. Thanks for everything, Mar. Sorry .. i-"

"Already, Zan. Let's both reopen a new leaf."

"Yes, I hope you are met with a great man who is able to understand you and make you happy."

"Aamiin .. but, it's too early for any of that."

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Moses returned to his house with a hollow heart. On one side he was relieved, on one side he was injured.

"Time will heal us this time, Mar! I have been much more sincere in taking you off, for grasping you all this time only makes you more wounded" murmured Moses alone.

At the house Moses was greeted by Medina who was accidentally on the terrace. Medina approached Moses in wonder, not usually her husband came home when there was still the sun.

"Assalamualaikum" Moses said with a smile, trying to cover up something that was destroyed in him.

"Waalaikumsalam, Mas Musa tumben home at this hour?"

"Yes Dek, Mas permit half a day."

"Half day?" medina asked considering it was already afternoon but her husband said half a day.

"Mas has a need."

"Yes, Medina prepared a meal? Mas Musa looked like ... pale, Mas cape really, huh? Or is it sick?"

"No Deck, I want to take a shower first, I have not prayed Ashar, there are things I want to talk to you about."

"discuss? Um... Well, Medina prepared the warm water," said Medina confused.

"No need Dek, our child seems to have begun to complicate your movement, dangerous fear slippery later you why-why. Just let it be yourself, yeah."

Moses immediately went in and went to his room, dragging his bare feet. In the room he simply put his bag on the table, walked towards the closet and picked up his own clothes.

While Medina was sitting on the porch full of question marks, she was curious about the thing her husband wanted to talk about.

"Already Mba Medina, do not be brought restless. Insha Alloh nothing" said Mba Lastri trying to calm down.

"No way Mba could have lied, Medina's heart was agitated, Medina's premonition saying a bad thing had happened. Musa did not show a cape look, but was sad, Mba."

"A lot of husnudzon aja Mba," said Mba Lastri again.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Mba Lastri ready-to-eat food first yes, Mba."

"Let Medina help Mba" Medina said.

"No need Mba, Mba Medina here just rest."

"Medina has rested more, no papa than Medina thinks everywhere."

Finally Mba Lastri let Medina help as much as possible in the kitchen. Sometimes Medina also learned to cook her husband's favorite menu as a child from Mba Lastri. Since his drunkenness was gone Medina has a new hobby of cooking.

Medina dissolves into an exciting conversation about cooking with Mba Lastri until she forgets her anxiety.

"What cooking, Deck?" moses asked who had just come out of the bathroom and passed them.

"Fruit vegetable cooking uses santen, said Mba Lastri Mas Musa likes to eat rice kabis-ngabisin using this vegetable," replied Medina.

"It looks good, yes I prayed first."

"Yes." Yeah."

Medina slowly opened the door to find out what was happening. Moses was holding back the cry in his prayer, he was pacifying, full of trembling-sounding lafadz istighfar.

Medina was about to enter and ask what had happened, but something within her held back her steps. Medina decided to give her husband time. Medina closed the door of her room slowly without Moses even realizing her existence.

Moments later Moses approached Medina and acted as if nothing had happened. Medina also respected what her husband was trying to hide by pretending not to know.

They ate and talked as usual, making Medina even more impatient to hold back her curiosity. Not long after that time had passed into Maghrib prayer. Medina prayed with Moses.

"Sir, there is something to say" said Moses after finishing his sermon.

"What's up, Mom?" Medina began to feel her husband's forced smile.

"Mas, it's been going on for the past few nights, and after weighing things up, and seeing the real situation we've decided something." Medina listened to the words of Moses without daring to part.

"Mas .. has given Mariam the talaq."

"Astaghfirullohaladzim ..," Medina was surprised, with a reflex movement she covered her mouth with her palm.

"Mas ... What did Moses do? A talaq? Why?"

"During this time Medina did suspect something was wrong with you, but what Mas? Why did it fall off talaq?" ask Medina.

"Is it true, Mba Mariam asked for a divorce because of my pregnancy, Mas?" ask Medina quickly.

"Please yourself, Deck. Listen to my explanation first."

Medina was silent and reorganized her breathing.

"This is purely a matter of our hearts, a matter of principle of life, and a difference of way of mind. I've been trying to change Mariam's point of view and my own point of view, but I still can't solve it."

"That's a classic excuse, Mom."

"Listen, Deck. This problem is not that simple, nor is it because of your pregnancy, it's more wrong with both of us. I felt I had held Mariam too tightly all this time, not the happiness I gave her, just the suffering."

"Mariam is happy with your pregnancy."

"Daddy, believe. What happened between mas and Mariam has nothing to do with you and will have no effect whatsoever on our love, mas promised. Will not repeat the same mistake."

"Mas and Mariam agreed to end this marriage with adults, our separation now is not like our previous separation, we used to be just unstable teenagers. Now, no more regrets or guilt, it all ends in sincerity."

"These lies! Medina had seen Moses praying weeping, "accused Medina with teary eyes.

"Dek .. after all divorce is a thing that God hates, mas still feel sinful and mas must repent of all the mistakes of self mas." Moses tried to explain it slowly to Medina.

"Mas was indeed hurt by this farewell, it was natural. But no matter how my marriage and Mariam can't be forced anymore, Deck."

"Maas ...." Medina slammed into her husband's arms and cried there. Trying to strengthen her husband even though she also still does not believe.

"Already, Deck. Believe me this is best for all of us."

"Is Mba Mariam okay? Medina means, is it true that Mba Mariam did not love Mas Musa at all until she easily asked to separate?"

"Already, Deck. Mariam is sincere. I'm sure he's hurt, but time will cure us all."

"Medina still can't believe you're separated" Medina said.

"Is this real or a dream, Mom?"

Moses no longer answered his wife's questions, he just hugged her tighter.

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Meanwhile Mariam was crying accompanied by Desi Tea in her room. Everything was mixed in his heart, wounded, sad, relieved, and happy.

"Cry, Mba! Let your heart be relieved, do not know to be sad or happy. Cry Mba!" say Desi Tea.

"It's the best, Tea! I'm sure."

Bruugka ....

Suddenly Mariam's body fell and fell, her head hit the table.

"Astaghfirullohaladzim ... Mba ... wake up Mba."

"Nov ... come in, help me. .." cried Desi Tea on Novi outside.

They lifted Mariam's body onto the sofa, tried to wake her up, gave her a fragrance on her nose and stomped her big toe.

"No luck, please call Heru above. We go to the doctor, ask Heru for a spit!" say Desi Tea.

Heru soon arrives, and without asking much he grabs the car keys while several other employees carry Mariam's body.

The car immediately drove to the nearest hospital, so that the IGD doctor immediately handled Mariam. While Desi and Heru Tea waited outside the room restlessly.

"Mother Mariam's family?" call sister.

"Yes," Desi Tea entered the IGD room while Heru remained waiting outside.

The infusion had been placed in Mariam's hand, while her eyes were still closed with a pale face.

"Mba Mariam why, Doc?"

"His blood pressure is very low, it looks like Ms. Mariam is exhausted."

"But no papa, Doc?"

"No papa, just need a lot of rest, for young pregnant conditions such as Ms. Mariam should not be too much activity that drains energy."

"What?!"

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