Pursuing My Husband's First Love
Give birth

In the morning Mas Musa accompanied me to walk in the morning, although my gestational age was old but because my mother-in-law diligently took me to walk in the morning, my feet did not experience swelling. Moses took my hand along the way, our relationship warmed up like a newlywed, many people greeted us and asked about Mas Musa.

I'm sure they also know the situation we and Mba Mariam who are native to this village as well. But I am grateful, not a single citizen offended Mba Mariam.

As usual I stopped by to buy my favorite wet cake to just cradle my stomach, many people stole a glance at us and whispered. All this time they didn't dare because I was always with my mother-in-law.

Ah, my heart doesn't care, I'm really enjoying this happiness. Me and Mas Musa passed by leaving behind a crowd of hucksters and breakfast shoppers. I saw that the look on Mas Musa's face did not change either, meaning that he did not care.

"Mas .. Can Medina ask you something?" ask me to vent.

"Ask what, Deck?"

"Hem .. don't do it" I said.

"Just ask, Dek, rather than you being curious" continued Mas Musa.

I took heart for a moment to prepare whatever will be the answer of Mas Musa, although I understand my question this time is the same as inviting disease.

"Did Moses not think of Mariam again? Even though Mas is here now? Ehm .. place of your memories," I asked recklessly, I bit my lips a little regret the question that might be silly, but that's how the woman, already know will hurt but she still wanted to know.

"Certainly, Dek, of course" answered Mas Musa to make me wavy, I checked my ears many times hoping my hearing was wrong.

Mas Musa invited me to sit on a bench and rest, in front of us lay the village field that is commonly used to play football. We rested under a big palm tree.

Moses led me to sit and take my hand, he probably realized I was jealous, my breath was hot maybe my heart was burning in there.

"Dad?" call Mas Musa asking me to look him in the eye, after blinking so many times I finally decided to follow his gaze. I am ashamed, because I still feel jealous after successfully passing through such a big household shock.

"You asked me about my memory, this place, and Mariam" Mas Musa said slowly.

"If asked, I will answer honestly, yes .. mas inget, everything." Moses said with a serious face, a second later he smiled warmly, I hate that smile, a smile that always managed to relieve my heat and jealousy.

"But .. mas is also aware, it's just a memory, a memory, something that has helped become a memory, maybe it was a beautiful moment for Mizan and Mariam teenagers at that time, but ... when we force to live it again, it is not happiness that exists but disaster ...."

I was silent about all the words of Moses.

"A beautiful past will change as time goes by, I am no longer the me I used to be, neither is Mariam the old one. When we try to embrace the beautiful past it is different, it has changed, but when we let it he will remain a memory, even though all the characters are both walking forward."

I stared at Mas Musa who was speaking seriously. His gaze had shifted, sweeping across the vastness of the green grass.

I kept quiet and regretted my question, not because my heart was hurting, but because I had scratched something that in fact never intentionally bothered me.

"Sorry, Mas. Medina won't ask again."

"No papa, Deck. Naturally you ask, but .. mas is already much more sincere, thanks to the marriage is finally able to be free from the traps of the past, but the marriage is finally free from the traps of the past, following Mariam and other figures in those days who had first stepped forward."

I smiled with relief, happy to hear the sincere word from the lips of Mas Musa. Because the look on his face was so calm that he described himself as truly risen and sincere.

"Now that I am Moses, Mariam and Mizan did love each other, but Moses was reborn thanks to a beautiful and kind angel named Medina," mas Musa continued while teasing me who was silent without being able to answer a word.

I blushed, Mas Musa muttered why it sounded so sincere. My face must be red. Moreover, considering the love of dawn earlier, I was really embarrassed.

"Any impression of Mariam, as I have told you, is still there, but my heart no longer shakes or hurts as it used to" Mas Musa said.

I smiled again, a flowery heart now accompanied by a breeze of peace. Yes, I'm happy, really happy.

"Happy?" moses asked, I nodded slowly.

Moses took me back to walk, this time he embraced me along the way.

Is not a woman's heart like that? Although it was certain, he still needed to be convinced many times.

Time goes on, because I'm happy it all feels so fast. Until one morning my stomach felt the heartburn that I was holding more and more crazy. The whole family began to prepare and boisterous, from dawn to 9 am this heartburn is increasingly frequent and after the sign of love comes out, Ms. Aini gave a code to immediately go to the labor clinic.

It took me only 5 minutes to arrive, Mas Musa got me in and Ms. Aini took care of her administration. I could see the look of worry and fear on Mas Musa's face. He kept on dhikr and still rubbed my waist which was enduring tremendous pain.

Cold sweat poured out from Mas Musa's forehead, I don't know what he felt. While I was happy with this pain, I focused and kept wondering what would happen next. Aperture 8 and it only takes 1 more contraction to become a perfect opening.

"If opening 10 continues what else, Mba?" I asked the nurse who was pacing back and forth to check on my condition.

He smiled, "wait for the next contraction and then mom can push, tilt left aja ma'am, let's spit."

"Oh ... Just wait for me, Mba?" ask again.

Musa looked at me in surprise, maybe he was scared but I asked the nurse a funny question.

"Sick or sick, Deck?" ask Moses.

"Sick Mas, but this is not."

Moses smiled and rubbed my back.

A few seconds later my stomach was heartburn and according to Mother Midwife's instructions, I was supine and then began to push. In just one breath that almost lifted my life, there was the cry of a small, shrill baby.

"Alhamdulillah."

Then the baby was taken by the nurse to be cleaned while the Midwife was busy waiting for my placenta.

After all I saw Mas Musa receiving my baby from the nurse, she was beautiful with a pink blanket. From the tail of my eyes I could see the tears of Mas Musa when he tried our daughter. While Ms. Aini kept talking to me so I wouldn't get sleepy.

I don't know, it feels really sleepy.

I only stayed 1 night at the delivery clinic, my baby and I were healthy so I recovered quickly and my baby quickly adapted to this world.

Sabira Almahira's.

The name that Mas Musa gave to my beautiful baby, a series of events were held to welcome the birth of our first daughter. Her crying makes the atmosphere of the house warm and crowded.

I don't know what words can describe my happiness right now. Alhamdulillahbornobilamin. Yes Alloh, You are indeed the best director, forgive me if when undergoing the ordeal yesterday has complained even suudzon against Your destinies.

A month passed, my daughter looked more and more like her brother. Today my mother who has been with me bids to go home. Ms. Aini treated me so well that I felt like a queen.

One afternoon, I was breastfeeding Sabira accompanied by Mas Musa. Suddenly, my mother came with breath to our room.

"What's up, Mom?" mas Musa asked, the mother waved her hand telling Mas Musa to come out, her face looked very panicked and anxious.

Moses got up and approached his mother. Strange, they were talking a bit away from my bedroom door. I was curious, and Sabira had fallen asleep. I also moved and approached them.

I peeked and tried to steal the listen.

"Mba Mariam's family is already on their way there? You how?" ask Ms. Aini.

Screaming a glimpse of Mas Musa's face, looking panicked and anxious, just like Ms. Aini. What did I miss? Mariam MBA? What was? It is impossible Mba Mariam gave birth, her gestational age is only 7 months if I am not wrong.

"Here it is better that you go there. You accompany Medina, she also still needs company" said Bu Aini again.

"But Ma'am ... Astagfirullohaladzim ...." Mas Musa's body was piled onto the chair, his hands covering his chaotic face.

"Here you go, mother." Bu Aini rubbed the shoulder Mas Musa tried to calm him down.

I couldn't take it anymore and came out of hiding.

"What's up, Mom? Mas?"

Moses was aghast and hesitated trying to calm himself before me. Ms. Aini also seemed hesitant to answer my curiosity.

"What's wrong?" I just keep getting more curious.

"Mba Mariam, Nduk .. she .. ehm ...."

"Mba Mariam why, Mom?"

"He's in a coma, Mba Mariam has severe preclampsia."

"Innavigal ...."

"Mba Mariam is now being dissected to save her life and her baby" Ms Aini said.

"Wait what else, go! Your son needs you." Moses did not flinch.

"Let me go there, you help me pray from here" said Ms. Aini.

I approached Moses, I held his hand.

"Go, Mum! He's your son too. He needs you, give him the spirit to survive" I said softly.

"But, Deck--"

"Medina isn't papa, Sabira isn't papa!" How could I keep Mas Musa here, while just before I came out he looked very worried and panicked, I know, his heart wanted to go.

Moses sought the truth of my words from my eyes.

"You're the ashes, Mom! He's your flesh and blood, you can't ignore him." Moses seemed to think and weigh my words.

"I'm the one who's gone, I'm here to medina."

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