Pursuing My Husband's First Love
About Mas Faisal

"Well, Okta wants to be with Abi and Eyang" whined Okta.

"Your son, Mar. Why are you telling her she's too close to that family?" mas Faisal Protest.

I was shocked, it was my fault.

I rarely go back to my hometown so Okta is not too close to my parents, Okta is closer to my family-in-law, Mas Bian's parents.

"Okta will be here" I said to calm him down.

I was planning on bringing my parents here for some time, I owe them an explanation. Okta complied and refocused on the streets even though her heart was a little upset. Fortunately he was the type of obedience, all thanks to the patience of Mas Bian who painstakingly adhered to his tantrum at the time of terrible two until finally Okta passed the tantrum easily.

I miss you, Mom.

My heart is dead, my logic goes faster than taste, unlike most women. I had to fight with life until sometimes my instincts as a mother were often ignored.

I'm relieved, Ms. Aini can't take Octavia, even this child who is clearly her biological granddaughter is not she asked subtly. I'm lucky, Mas Faisal came in time. Although Mas Faisal constantly discussed my mistakes and said marriage was stupid very annoying, but that was how he was, sometimes evil in the mouth as a brother, but his heart was still good.

Mas Faisal had a family, it is said that the woman was a woman who was also loved by Mas Harun. At that point their friendship fell apart and there is still no solution between them until now.

It was only a matter of months that Mas Faisal was forced to divorce because the woman's family always wanted more and more. The woman weighs more to Mas Faisal while his family prefers Mas Harun. Aware of our family status at that time was still low, not located, let alone famous. His divorce caused Mas Faisal to change and become a hard worker, with the capital buying several used motorcycles later sold again, until his business developed and currently has a showroom for buying and selling cars spread across 4 major cities.

The heartbroken Mas Harun chose to study in Cairo, work there, and even build a household there. Shortly before my marriage to Mizan, it was the first time she had come home for even a little while.

"Hey don't daydream!" mas Faisal Tegur.

"Why? Regret parting with that guy?" sindir Mas Faisal's.

"No," I replied annoyed.

"Please don't talk about him anymore, Mom," I said annoyed.

"Mariam ... Mariam, I thought you were aware of marriage same Bian eh .. keceplung again the same brother Aaron was when Bian died," said Mas Faisal.

"Mas ... don't get kicked out!"

Mas Faisal was finally silent, without feeling the car had reached my courtyard. I miss this place.

I immediately led Octavia in, some officers greeted me kindly. Mas Faisal immediately went upstairs to look at the production section. While I walked into my little room, a place where my heartache could evaporate.

Shortly after that Desi Tea came to me, maybe he knew my arrival from Mas Faisal so he immediately went down to leave his job for a moment.

"Mba Mariam is healthy?" he approached and hugged me.

"Alhamdulillah, Tea. Hitherto. Thank you Tea for your help yesterday" I said.

"Don't hesitate Mba, but even want to help more but still don't know what to do. But Mba's sister Mariam is great to know, she's giving a lot of new rules and new systems."

"My brother's great, isn't he, Tea?" my spoken.

"Yes, it immediately became inceran shop children, he said duren entered the refrigerator, hehehe ...."

"Huh? In the fridge?" astonished say.

"Yes, Mas Faisal is cool, cool, cold how it is, firm, neat, pinter, anyway dream."

"It's great if anyone can get him."

"Can you, Mba Mariam? Convection children are also on the point."

"Please, be free, ahaha ...."

We both laughed. This is what I miss from work, joking for a moment forgetting my broken heart. Pursuing deadlines, targets, serving customers, scrambling raw materials with other entrepreneurs, all made me drown and forget the stupid fate that ensnared me after the departure of Mas Bian.

"Congratulations Mba, now Mba Mariam no longer need to hide this pregnancy."

"Yes Tea, relieved to feel .. free to look my own way, no longer a big dress that is not my style."

"But ...," of course something stuck in my mind.

"Gossip in the neighbors is getting wild huh, Tea?"

"That's how people are, Mba. They blasphemed Mr. Moses a lot for divorcing Mba Mariam in a state of pregnancy" said Teh Desi.

"Already Mba, justin aja, if already bosen also stopped by himself. Consider them again reduce the sins of Mba Mariam."

"Yes, Tea. But I'm afraid that all this gossip is affecting Okta, as well as my shop."

"There's Lisa watching Okta, Mba. If anyone dares to disturb Okta, Lisa must report to you," said Teh Desi.

Of course, I knew the rumors from Lisa's mouth.

"For Mba Mariam store do not worry, our online sales are increasing rapidly, turnover is rising many times, even Mas Faisal has made downline-downline systems and resellers in various cities. Yesterday Mas Faisal had recruited special employees packing, just imagine, a day almost an average of 500 to 1000 packages was not dead, Mba. Where can the store boy play all that, the convection child has also started to fall into the water."

"Goddessa ...."

I am amazed at Your sustenance Yea Alloh, after You revoke all my inner favors and force me against nature as a woman who wants to take refuge under the auspices of her husband, You give me this great sustenance.

"Doain yes, Tea. Hopefully it can develop as fast as possible, quite able to reduce the unemployment rate."

"Definitely Mba Mariam, oh yes my salary is raised with Mas Faisal, but he said I must be more diligent and responsible to manage convection children," said Teh Desi with pleasure.

"Alhamdulillah, I'm following his horror, Tea Desi pantes kapet all that."

"Thank you Mba, my family's economy has improved since Mba opened this business, I pray that Mba Mariam is always healthy, and as soon as possible can be happy."

"Aamiin's."

The presence of Mas Faisal really became my helper, but his workaholic nature made me a little worried, I wanted him to also be happy to have a wife and family. It was sad to see him at home for so long because of heartbreak, but it was that heartbreak that made him rise and become a 'person'.

This day I was back late at work, more precisely watching. Mas Faisal really arranged everything well. Octavia has come home with Lisa, she has to go to Bimba and Madin's school.

A ringing call came into my phone. Seen on her screen, 4 missed calls in advance.

"Mizan?"

"Why him?" muttered.

The next ring he decided to raise his call, there might be something urgent or important.

"Hello .. assalamualaikum," I said.

"Waalaikumsalam, Mar," he answered from across.

"What's up, Zan?"

"Hem, can we meet? There's something to give."

"What?"

"Later to know, how? Can it? We met at cafe xxx," he said again with a little nervous.

"Hem .. fine."

The cafe that Mizan mentioned is quite far away, I can guess that the gossip has also reached his ears. So he asked to meet at a location that not many people should recognize us, let alone gossip about us.

I say goodbye to Mas Faisal, there is no way I am honest with him, he must forbid or return angry.

I drove my car through the city, and wondered what Mizan was going to give me. My circumstances that no longer needed to be hidden made my heart light and confident to meet him.

Arriving at the entrance of the cafe, Mizan waved his hand from one of the tables. I was surprised to find him alone, I thought he would come with Medina. I hesitantly came to him, and as I was about to pull the chair, Mizan swiftly pulled it for me, and let me sit down.

"Thank you" I said briefly.

"I'm glad to see you're healthy, Mar. You look fresher than yesterday" he said.

"I thought you were taking Medina."

"Medina came home this morning" he replied.

"Ohh ...." It's a little uncomfortable to meet him without Medina.

"Hem, what's wrong?" I hope this meeting is not long.

"I just want to give this ...."

Mizan handed me a small card, a card that I had returned earlier through the medium of Desi Tea.

"Please accept .. You are still in the period of iddah and still my responsibility. Moreover, there is a child in your womb."

I kept quiet for a long time looking at the card.

"I know your life is more than enough, but let me take responsibility."

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