Pursuing My Husband's First Love
Figuring Out

"Mas ... Has Mas really never touched Mba Mariam during that wedding?" ask Medina.

Moses was silent to hear such a question could be thrown from the lips of his wife. Moses took off a hug on Medina.

"What question is Medina wrong, Mas? Why are you silent?"

"Your question is not wrong, Dek. Just don't deserve that kind of question to be asked, you're just asking if someone who gets in the water is wet, stop hurting yourself, Dek."

"Sorry ...."

"Your question hurt my pride as a man, Dek. I don't know what you're trying to figure out, to question the obvious answer."

"Sorry, Mas. Medina didn't mean it."

"Mas is trying not to hurt you, and is trying to make up for all your pain in the past by making you happy. Stop hurting yourself, Deck. Don't just try but you keep looking into the past."

"Yes, Medina's sorry."

Medina did regret having to ask such a ridiculous thing. But Medina had to know her husband's answer so she could confirm Mariam's pregnancy.

'What should I do now?' ask Medina to herself.

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The next day Medina tried to find time for herself to leave alone. Medina plans to find Mariam and find out the truth from the news she received yesterday. Ms. Aini who was protective of him made it a little difficult to act.

After some effort Medina was finally able to leave by being driven by Mr. Iwan, while Mba Lastri still accompanied Bu Aini at home. Medina reasoned to want to buy some necessities at the nearest supermarket.

"Be careful, Nduk. Don't lift heavy" Bu Aini's message to Medina.

"Yes, Mom. Medina said goodbye, Assalamualaikum!"

"Waalaikumsalam," replied Ms. Aini staring at the car moving away.

Medina breathed a sigh of relief, though once her heart beat even more. Medina was ready to reveal fate, unlocking anything Mariam was trying to hide. Whether good or bad, Medina felt herself entitled to know.

"Sir Iwan, don't talk to Mom if Medina wants to see Mba Mariam, Medina for help, sir! It's important."

"Yes, Mba."

"Thank you, sir. Now to Ruko Cempaka on Jalan Ahmad Yani," Medina told the address of the shophouse where Mariam set up her business.

It only takes 10 minutes the car has entered the shophouse. Medina did not see Mariam's car in front of her, but she decided to stay inside. His big stomach might start making it difficult to walk, but the perseverance in his heart made his physique continue to be strong.

"Come, Mom. Please choose the game," said Novi kindly.

"Eh, Medina's mother? Please ma'am, do you want to find out what model?" novi again.

"I'm sorry, I found Mba Mariam, is there?" ask Medina without further ado.

"Oh, Ms. Mariam is doing a-a-, sa-a- survey that means, Ms. Mariam is surveying fabrics for our latest game from several stores," said Novi, almost to the point that she was slipped.

Medina read an unusual gurgle on the answers of Mariam's employees.

"really?" search Medina.

"Right, for a few days Ms. Mariam kept looking for the latest fabric suppliers. With the development of the online sales system we are increasingly overwhelmed and lack of raw materials." Novi tried to give a logical explanation to Medina.

"Thank God, I heard such good news. But, yesterday who needs blood?" medina asked again, she was more and more convinced that Mariam had many supporters.

"Oh .. i-it was, one of the employees yesterday."

"Not Mba Mariam? But the news circulating Mba Mariam who needs blood donors A+ group," said Medina cornered Novi.

"Misunderstand me ma'am, understand yesterday the condition again panic so just a typo." Novi tried to smile as naturally as possible.

"Yes, I'll excuse you first" said Medina, after feeling her efforts to extract information from Mariam's employees in vain.

"W-Is there anything I can say? Ms. Medina may want to leave a message" Novi said nervously.

"No need to."

Medina immediately stepped out her legs clad in flat shoes which made her a little more comfortable, leaving Novi less good at hiding lies.

"Sir to Citra Husada Hospital" Medina said as soon as she got into the car.

"Good, Mba. Have you seen Mariam's Mba?" asked Mr. Iwan a little curious.

"No, Sir. This is again sought, really ask for help, sir, do not tell Mother or Mas Musa."

"Yes, Mba."

The car also slides away from the shophouse complex to the hospital that Medina means. Throughout the not-so-distant journey Medina continued to recollect to strengthen her heart.

As the car entered the hospital parking area, Medina took many breaths and continued to strengthen her heart. Medina immediately went down, and told Mr. Iwan to wait.

The first thing Medina did was to comb the parking area as she could, looking for Mariam's white car, but her eyes could not reach all the parking areas in that place. Medina decided to keep going in, the next thing she did was to ask the guard sisters.

"Excuse me Sus, Assalamualaikum," said Medina.

"Waalaikumsalam, yes ma'am, how can I help you?"

'Mba Mariam couldn't have forced the hospital to lie, ' Medina's inner self.

The caretaker nurse checked the patient list from top to bottom, something that was common but very thrilling for Medina. Many times she bit her lower lip to reduce her heartbreak.

"Mom Mariam in VIP room A" said the nurse, Medina was stunned to hear.

"Well?!"

"Is there anything else you can help?"

"No, Sus, thank you."

Medina took a few steps back, towards a row of empty seats. His legs were getting sluggish, his breathing seemed to pause for a few seconds to digest everything he had just heard.

Medina bowed her suddenly heavy head as if she was hit by a rock as big as a mountain, her gaze blank. Although the existence of Mariam can be ascertained, her selfish heart still hopes that Mariam's pregnancy is only gossip.

Long enough for Medina to be silent, but to breathe normally she had not dared. His gaze swept around the room with some people going back and forth, trying to feel the situation, is this really real? Or just a dream?

Medina regretted the courage she had been trying to muster since yesterday. The courage that might lead him to a bitter reality. Her body leaned back like a boneless one, slowly Medina raised the corner of her lips, smiling wryly.

"So far, I can't stop!"

Medina rubbed the cold sweat on her father's face, the veil of reality in front of her waiting to be revealed. Medina felt she should not lose the chance. After rubbing her stomach a few times, Medina got back up with some strength and her throat was again rounded.

Step by step Medina walked down the hallway and towards the room where Mariam was being treated. The noise around him seemed to be lost in the sound of his own heartbeat and breathing.

Medina finally arrived, the door of the room closed but Medina could see someone lying weakly from the small glass in the door. For a moment Medina hesitated, her hands trembling as she was about to start knocking. The fear and curiosity mixed together to make him not careless.

Medina retracted her hand, tried to catch her breath, and re-structured her heart and mental strength.

"Bissmilbornohmanirohim, whatever's ahead there, I'm ready!"

Medina grabbed the doorknob and once again braced herself to turn it around.

"Assynnya!" said it.

Silent. There's no answer. Medina entered, and drew closer to the figure lying down with an infusion in her hand. No one was waiting, he was alone in this room. His face was still blocked because it was facing the opposite direction to where Medina was coming from.

The clattering of Medina's shoes echoes break the silence. Getting close.

Medina found the face she was looking for.

"Mba Mariam," murmured weakly Medina.

Her tears were shed watching her former honey sprawl helplessly. His face was pale, there was a black basin under his eyes that was still closed, his hair was tied in style.

Medina took the opportunity to grab the blanket that covered Mariam's body. With a slight trembling Medina revealed it, slowly, until it finally opened slightly and was enough for her to see the appearance of Mariam's stomach.

Slightly poking, though covered in the clothes Mariam was wearing but Medina understood what it meant.

The world seemed to collapse, Medina's voice choked, her breathing was tight and only tears kept flowing without being able to make a sound.

"As-astagh-astaghfirullohaladzim ... !!!"

Medina's body was completely piled up, she fell down beside Mariam's bed. He quickly used his hand to cover his own mouth so that Mariam would not wake up.

"Astaghfirullohaladzim .. haaaaaaaa .. hhhssssskkk!!! Yes Alloh .. hhhhhhhssssssskkkk!!!"

"Tante Medina!" call the new Desi Tea.

Desi Tea was surprised by Medina's whereabouts, for a moment she looked at Mariam and saw her blanket open. Desi tea swiftly closed it again.

Desi tea squatted down, grabbing both of Medina's shoulders sitting on the floor. Desi Tea knows what happened. Desi tea immediately guided Medina to get up and sit on the sofa in the corner of the room, and deftly took a glass of water and fed it to Medina.

"Drink aunty first" said Teh Desi.

Desi tea was so compassionate to see the condition of Medina who had difficulty breathing at that time. Her hands rubbed Medina's back to help her calm down.

"Take it easy Aunty, slow down, try to catch her breath, "guide Desi Tea. Medina also complies with the recommendation of Desi Tea. Her chest is so tight.

"Tante Medina why? Why would it be here? Aunt Medina alone?"

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