Pursuing My Husband's First Love
Meeting of ex-lovers

Mariam POV

"Mariam ... ?"

I don't know how many years I've forgotten that call, since my baby, Octavia, was born the name Mariam as if drowned. Today someone mentioned that name, and that person is Mizan.

"Mizan ... ?"

A man who came in with a smile that I remember very much, there was no such smile, his voice was not loud but was able to awaken something that had been asleep for a long time in my soul. Hamizan, is that you?

Our eyes seemed to lock on each other, I was very surprised by the appearance. After his loss that so hurt me, after the story was shipwrecked without any clarity, after all this time, and finally time managed to make me smile in the other direction, why did he have to come back?

I want to cry and laugh at the same time. I've been so hurt, broken, and heartbroken because of it. Apparently, there are still details of longing, even though I have been happy with my life. Distance and time were so painful that I decided to get hurt.

Now, he's standing before my eyes. And somehow for a few moments unconsciously we were both glued.

"Mas Musa ..." call Medina, the new man in my neighborhood who is holding a diamond of my past.

Think quickly Mariam, what should I do. Do you take it or pretend you don't know it? Asking news? Or pretend to forget?

"Be careful Auntie, I'm sorry to enter first ... !" I decided to pretend I didn't recognize him, I needed time to rethink and reorganize my heart.

Brend ...

Immediately I closed the door and locked it, at first glance I saw how shocked Mizan and Medina were by my attitude . I'm not ready to get hurt anymore. I took a position behind the window covered in curtains, I peeked at them, just making sure they were gone.

But apparently not yet, Medina instead knocked on the door I had closed repeatedly.

"Mba Mariam ... ? Please open the door ... !" scream Medina.

It was fortunate that the rain was so heavy that Mas Bian and Octavia who were in the room did not hear the screams of Mizan's wife. Soon they finally left.

Mizan, even though you played with my expectations, you are now just the person in my prayers. Your body that was so far away made me no longer able to feel the real presence of you. It still feels like a dream, suddenly you have to appear here, in my house, in my life that you no longer have to be in it.

At least I know, now you're happy and okay. The rest I will react with adults.

Sure enough, the next day Medina came early in the morning. She came with Mizan, her husband, my ex-boyfriend. And at that time my husband, Mas Bian, was also preparing to leave for work, my husband was the Manager of a manufacturing factory in this area. I asked Mas Bian to meet Mizan and Medina together.

'Nothing to worry about!' I said to strengthen myself in my heart.

"Whose guest, Mah?" ask Mas Bian.

"Tante Medina with her husband, want to take a motorcycle that semalem diitipin Pah, let's accompany mama meet them!"

"Lho tumben, Papa's still having breakfast."

"Soalah her husband Aunt Medina it turns out mama's Junior High School meeting you know Pah, not good if I find him not the same you let all acquaintances."

"Yes-yes, papa came."

"Assalamualaikum, Mba Mariam ...," said Medina, her eyes blackened and slightly swollen but she still forced her smile.

"Waalaikumsalam Aunt Medina, would you like to take a motorcycle?"

"Yes, thank you Mba, I'm sorry to take care of you."

Mizan got out of the car after his wife and of course approached me. We are so close, but all are no longer the same. I didn't dare look at him, unlike him who seemed so sure to start greeting me.

"Mariam, how are you?" ask Mizan.

"Subhannalloh, is this really you Zan? Sorry yesterday I was really surprised not to believe that this is really you" I replied with a lot of acting.

"Mas ...Temennya my wife yes, introduce me her husband Mariam, Biantara," Mas Bian welcomed Mizan warmly.

Mizan greeted him with a smile, a smile that was once mine.

"Musa Hamizan, if schoolmates used to call him Mizan, but now more familiar with Moses alone."

"Alright Mr. Moses, may the atmosphere be in this neighborhood, and it is very coincidental that you are schoolmates who met sodara far away here."

"Thank you Mr. Bian, I hope to be friends with Mr. Bian too!"

"Congratulations, I did not hear the news that you are married, good luck, sadinah, mawadah, warohmah, Aamiin," I said interrupting their introduction, I was lucky Mas Bian made the awkward atmosphere turn relaxed.

"Yes, thank you ... !" answer Mizan.

"Don't hesitate, if you need anything, just say Mr. Moses," Mas Bian continued his bases.

I saw that Medina was just silent and looking at us, not one bit did she chimed in on some really stale pleasantries. Then they said goodbye, my husband left for work shortly after they left.

After the door closed, I immediately ran to the bathroom turning on the water and crying as loud as possible. Because the story is not finished, it is just delayed and hanging, that is what keeps me bound to endless pain. Now Mizan comes like a trigger for that sick pile coming back.

I have to be honest with myself, I need a discussion with Mizan to appear an end of the story, so that no more hanging or sticking. The story of the past must clearly end with how.

A breakup with Mizan has kept me at the lowest point of my life, keeping me locked in a dark room where I can't even see the exit.

Not that I'm unhappy with Mas Bian, my family is everything to me. But Mizan was never replaced and Mas Bian never replaced, they differed between the past that was not yet fully completed, and the future that I was sheltering in.

Luckily Octavia had not yet woken up, I could be content to let out emotions and pain due to her sudden presence.

Medina also changed, right after Mizan called me Mariam. When she knocked on the door yesterday, it was no longer Mama Okta that she mentioned but my name, Mariam. His eyes also showed sadness, did he know my story?

What am I supposed to do now? This meeting was indeed very much expected, in the past, when Mas Bian had not been able to convince myself. If Mas Bian is a bitch, he never cares about my silly story with Mizan. But Medina? If I had met her before she got married, I would not have wanted anything, I would not have cared how Mizan felt about me, but my heart needed to talk and talk, I just want Mizan to hear my suffering all this time because of him, even how he responds after I express my feelings later I no longer care.

Of course now the conditions are different.

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