Pursuing My Husband's First Love
I Love You

Medinan

[Mas met Mariam, Deck] wrote Mas Musa answering my question earlier.

[Ngapain, Mom? Meet where? Just the two or the same Mas Faisal too? I should have brought temen, Medina was afraid Mas Musa was whipped by Mas Faisal] My reply was quick.

[Love the card that we discussed yesterday, at the cafe rame, Dek, Mariam alone is not the same Mas Faisal, just a moment, Mariam also has gone home]

[All is well, right?] ask again.

But it felt useless, there was nothing Mas Musa would not tell me. But I was a little worried considering Mba Mariam's rough habits and also her brother who turned out to be much more frontal.

[No papa, Deck. Mariam knew and accepted the card. Thank God, I did not sin anymore because I missed my living]

So they're just the two of them? Of jealousy? There are. I enjoy the sensation, it means I am alive and still have a heart. I believe that Moses was able to guard his heart.

[Alhamdulillah, Mas]

[Mariam leave greetings for you, Dek. Actually she didn't know that you were coming home, she thought you'd meet her with me]

[Waalaikumsalam warohmatullohi wabarokatuh, yes have been careful to go home, Mas]

We're being sued as adults, aren't we? Maybe if I'm childish I won't get to this point. I stared at my round stomach which had started to feel empty on it and started to slam down.

Ah, in a moment, the very child I've been waiting for will be born. The long wait caused a pessimistic feeling that made me humble myself in front of Mas Musa. But Moses still loved me even though I never gave him offspring. Almost 5 years I waited, until finally this love fruit sweet many times over.

Back I saw the flashing phone, [Wait, Deck. Three weeks to go].

"I must be waiting for you, Mas" I muttered alone.

"We must be waiting for you, Bi ...," I said, imitating a child's voice representing my son.

In this house Ms. Aini treated me like a queen, there is no job I can hold. Every morning he accompanied me on foot around the village, while looking at the beauty of his fruit plantation.

Ms. Aini also asked my mother to come if my delivery period is near later. It feels happy to be able to provide this warm happiness for all. Not everything can be bought with money.

Time continued to pass, news of the progress of Mba Mariam's business was spread in various WA groups. The name of the Mariam Store has been on various social media. It is fitting that Mas Musa was inferior when discussing a living for him, Mba Mariam shot far ahead after divorce from Mas Musa.

I continued to console myself, slowly the name Mba Mariam no longer sounded painful. I remember the first time Mas Musa was delirious and said his name. Almost every night, the name haunts me like a nightmare.

It felt like a kedondong seed stuck in my throat, swallowed sick, delivered also sick, vomited as well as pain. I am tormented, but I know that Moses was equally tormented. Until everything that happened and brought me to this point. The point where Mas Musa has completed his story hanging with Mba Mariam with full twists and turns.

I succeeded, swallowing the kedondong seeds even though it feels amazingly sick.

But can't everything be like that?

Households that manage to survive for years from the outside do look beautiful, but in them we do not fully know. Sometimes there is a wife who always forgives even though her face is covered in tears and her heart is torn apart. Sometimes there are husbands who sacrifice everything.

It is not how much we receive but how much we give to each other. It's not how much couples make us happy, but how much we make each other happy. Those who survive are not the ones who never hurt each other, but the ones who forgive each other.

I'm Medina Khafiza. It used to be a spoiled girl who was innocent and full of curiosity. I am full of parental affection, all my needs must be met. Until I felt my life was perfect.

Until I finally met Mas Musa, the figure of the man who managed to make the spoiled Medina suddenly had to fight hard, sincerely hurt, and willingly continue to smile with a broken heart.

If Mba Mariam were here, I would like to tell her, that I would be sincere that she would remain in the heart of Mas Musa.

Moses always tried not to hurt me, he always gave his best, he also loved me very much, he always loved me, caring and romantic.

I know very well how Mas Musa tried to wipe you out, Mba! And it was enough to make me satisfied and feel appreciated.

Stay in that corner, Mba!

I will no longer bother you, because after so far I just understand that you have never bothered me. Sorry, it took me too long to understand. That time will erase you slowly.

To me, you are not wrong, Mba, not even Moses, because your feelings did grow first rather than my feelings. I just have to be patient and not care. Because finally, Moses became mine.

Let your love erode and become a memory, I will smile when I remember my husband was the man who loved you with all my heart. But I am the woman who will never be released by Moses.

However, Moses never hurt me intentionally. I was hurt by my own great curiosity in that old story.

I promised not to call you first, Mba. That's proof of my seriousness to not be too curious.

Today, Mas Musa finally returns. The long days I spent introspecting myself while continuing to prepare for my labor.

I greeted Mas Musa with a beautiful smile, because every night I stayed up until my eyes were clearly blackened.

"Pass his back so you're comfortable and you can sleep, Deck!" mas Musa said he saw me fatigued with a baby kick in my stomach.

"Sleep, Deck! You look so damn good."

Since I was pregnant I had only been able to sleep after Mas Musa rubbed my back and waist, so as long as we parted I was exhausted from this spoiled habit. Good thing we're back together, it looks like I'm going to sleep tonight.

"Dedek .. don't be naughty yes with Uma, kasian Uma is in pain and can't be bobo, play it tomorrow again, baby," mas Musa said while touching my stomach that looks taper like it was kicked with the knee from the inside.

I smiled at him, because after being rubbed by Mas Musa, my stomach returned to its original state.

"Is it always gini rich, Dek?" moses asked, I nodded.

"Si Dedek can't wait to play with Abinya," I said.

"Well, Abi is ready to stand by here waiting for Dedek."

Sure enough, it was not until 5 minutes of Mas Musa's miraculous strokes managed to make me comfortable and asleep. All night I could feel that Moses did not take off his arms to me.

When dawn broke my body was refreshed from sleeping all night, I turned to face Mas Musa who was still asleep. The light of a dim light shone on his face, maybe he was tired to miss his evening prayer.

The shadow of the past as Mas Musa's face wept in his sleep turned again in my brain, in stark contrast to his present look, looking peaceful and calm. I smiled at him, I looked at his forehead, his eyebrows, his eyes closed, his nose, his cheeks to his lips. The kind that made me fall in love at first sight. And after marriage, she made me fall in love every day.

"Are you awake, Dek?" asked Mas Musa suddenly, making me surprised and misbehaved because he was caught observing his face.

Mas Musa smiled and opened his eyes slowly, he mocked me apparently.

"Why is ngeliatin mas rich?" ledek Mas Musa's.

"Let my son look a little like Moses" I said embarrassedly.

"Relatedly? Not kangen?"

"Ehm ... How is it?"

"Mas is kangen, but you sleep very much like this," said Mas Musa.

His hands flicked my hair that had broken behind my ears, rubbed the top of my head a few times, then Mas Musa slightly tilted his body and pushed me back.

"Mas ... it's dawn" I said.

"But I miss you, don't you, Dek?"

In the dim light of the lamp that burst into this room, Mas Musa's look was really warm, who did not melt with such a gaze, I continued to feel opium.

Moses kissed me on my forehead, long ago.

"Medina misses too, Mas. I'm sorry Medina slept so well."

Moses did not answer.

"Bissmilbornohmanirohim ...."

Moses kissed my lips and looked at them, my heart pounding as if it were the first kiss. The heartbeat of Mas Musa I could feel clearly, the longer it felt faster to compensate for the explosion of our longing for both of us.

I tried to keep pace with Moses, satisfying the taste I had been holding in my heart. All my suffering, sacrifices, tears, pain, and jealousy I eroded away all with love. The presence of Mas Musa is real, his love, his soul, his body, everything is mine.

His love is real, no longer resembling the shadow that tormented me. I told you, I won.

I felt the breath of Moses with all the senses in my body. I convinced myself many times, this real love.

We drifted and dived into the paradise of the world, with the affection that had truly been forged into a truly sacred sense. Not because of status, not because of a piece of paper, nor because of obligations and rights. But, love.

I love you, Mas!

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