Pursuing My Husband's First Love
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MEDINA HAFIZA

The sky is so calm, not hot, not cloudy, the air is so cool, gently greet every heart that is shabby and weary, bear longs but not worth asking to meet, he said, Moses had borne the burden of the trouble of Mba Mariam and her son, nor should I have added to the burden of his mind in the meantime.

It almost sounded like lightning, when the mosque near the house announced the news of grief. I scratched my ears many times hoping that the name I heard was wrong. Mariam Maulida bint Maulana.

My heart was numb, somehow describing his current state. My legs were trembling, waving, as if they were losing all their bones.

"Innalilahiwainnailaihi rojiun ...."

Mba Mariam is a good person, I know that behind her harsh, arrogant, rude, and sometimes frontal language she cries a lot. He's been a strong ass all along.

Now ... Mariam's Mba is over. His love, his story, and his struggles.

Of Moses?

Her phone died making me anxious and riled up, my heart flying wild prejudiced to and fro. What happened to Moses? How's Heart?

After a few hours I heard his voice again, through my father-in-law's phone. Nothing calms me even though Mas Musa says he is fine, I am sure Mas Musa's heart is broken, how should I please him?

Mariam MBA ...

Your presence had made me fall into such deep disbelief. The man I call my husband still holds you as an unresolved story in the darkest and most intimate of angles, only when in the subconscious of my husband is muttering your name in pain. I still remember how I finally realized you were the woman I was looking for, who imprisoned my husband's heart by accident in your story. I am so surprised and happy, because I hope to finish what is not finished between you.

And I also remember, how when you lost Mr. Biantara. Suffering that you call death when you become a wife. Your suffering, which made Mas Musa, who at that time actually began to be able to let you go, must again be entangled by his own love.

I still remember how hard it was to force my own husband to throng me. For I know, Moses would not allow himself to be happy before you are happy, Mba. That means I won't be happy either. I also remember how you resisted and rebelled, with a rude attitude and far from the original character I knew you as Mama Okta. Humble character, fun, warm, and your smile that makes everyone happy. Ah ... I miss Mama Okta, and I'm dealing with you, Mba Mariam.

The next day Mas Musa, the Father, and Mr. Iwan came home. I immediately ran away when I heard the sound of the car entering the courtyard, Mas Musa's face was so haggard, looking very tired, and sad. But as he looked at me, Mas Musa raised both corners of his lips. I miss you, how is your heart? I'm anxious.

I squandered his hug, no longer caring about the existence of the Father, Mother, and some employees who were on the move. I submerged myself in the chest of Mas Musa's field, I felt his heartbeat which I guessed rhymed with sadness.

Unable to endure, I cried so much in her arms, Mba Mariam .. I am sad to lose you in this way. Moses returned my embrace and gently patted my back to give me the freedom to spill all the sadness.

"Cry, Deck!" said Mas Musa.

By God, I don't hate you, Mba. Everything that happens between us is a sign of fate, all your annoying attitude is a sign of how hurt you are. I'm sorry, Mba.

Having relieved the weight of my heart, having returned to normal breathing, having loose all the tightness that was squeezing my chest cavity, I let go of Mas Musa's embrace. Self-conscious, the burden is not light, the wound is not even a little.

"Sorry, Moses must be tired, let's go in!"

I took Mas Musa's hand in, and Mas Musa rushed to wash himself and to put away his fatigue. There's a lot I want to ask him.

My mother and I prepared the favorite meal of Moses and Father. We look forward to their return with longing and sadness. After cleansing our bodies we ate together, Father and Mas Musa ate so voraciously. But I was surprised, Moses was not as I feared.

Mas Musa's attitude adds to the length of my list of questions, but I still have to hold it because after eating Mas Musa directly approached Sabira who I had previously left to Mba Lastri.

I still watched from afar as I cleaned the dining table, how Mas Musa's lips did not stop to smile. Sabira's team is full of love and longing.

"C.in ...!" Mother's call broke my daydream.

"Why?" mother asked as she followed my gaze towards Mas Musa and Sabira.

"Bus ... Is Moses weird? Medina thought Mas Musa would be sad after Mba Mariam's death, but ...."

"Already, Din! How the mother's son wants to be sad if she squirms the beautiful and healthy Sabira so. You don't think no. Later after Ashar there is a study for Mba Mariam you better come, no longer find a relationship from people who have gone with people who are still alive," said Mother while leaving, Mommy said, leaving me who still feels awkward.

Soon I finished my work and approached Mas Musa. It's time to give ASI to Sabira.

"Mas ... Bira wanted to**** first," I approached, sure Sabira immediately extended her hands to me.

I took Sabira from Mas Musa's arms and brought her to the room, and Moses seemed to follow me from behind. Moses took his body when I sussui Sabira. Maybe it's time I asked.

"How's Sabiru doing, Mas?" ask me to vent.

"Still luckier Sabira, Dek. His body is very thin, his breathing must be helped with tools, Sabiru did not get Asi, but Sabiru has uncles, grandparents who love him very much."

I was silent to the story of Moses.

"We .. will start a new life, Dek. Sabiru will be more worthy with the Mar-family "Mas Musa bowed and swallowed his saliva, "Together with his uncle, Mas Faisal and his grandparents of course." Moses smiled again, I knew he was holding back.

"Mas ... Medina was ready to hear the story of Mas Musa, Mba Mariam was calm, so Mas Musa also had to mengikhlaskannya and do not blame Mas himself." I looked into the eyes of Moses, hoping he would divide his wounds.

"Sincerely, Deck. Right, Mariam is happy. So, let's focus on our path, Deck."

I looked down disappointed, it seemed that I had to be patient to be able to make Mas Musa tell me.

"Dek ... have, do not think, enough we pray," said Mas Musa saw me speechless.

"Yes, Mas. But ... Seems like there is still something stuck, but Medina does not know what it is," I said honestly.

"Swimming, Deck. Mas has really let go of Mariam, Mariam is like a flower, which would be beautiful if cared for by the right people."

"In Mr. Bian's hands, she was so beautiful, but not in the hands of a mas, she withered and even died."

"Now the flower has returned to where it should be, in the right hands capable of making it beautiful again. There is no reason for you to regret anything that has happened, all ... is such a great learning for all of us from the love of Mariam and Biantara."

"Mas just wants to focus on you guys, and if the soul mate says another Sabiru will definitely come at us."

"I mean, Mum? Mba Mariam's family forbade Mas from seeing Sabiru?"

"Reg, Deck. One day their wounds will be healed, and Allah will move their hearts to bring Sabiru together with her real father. We ... just pray for his health and development, Sabiru is fine for mas is more than enough."

Kuraih and I held Mas Musa's hand, while Sabira was asleep and full.

"Mas must be tired, take a break, Mas!"

Mas Musa nodded and not long ago a soft snoring from him sounded. I looked at the face of Mas Musa who was asleep in an instant. I can imagine his exhausted soul and body.

I was quite relieved to hear all the narrations of Mas Musa, looked true and what they were. Let ... someday surely Mas Musa will tell how he achieved such sincerity.

Mariam MBA?

Thanks to you, me and Mas Musa have a love story as great as this. Thanks to you I can enjoy an incredible journey.

Goodbye, Mba. May Allah accept all your acts of worship and forgive all your sins.

I testify, you are a good man.

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Sorry too long for the last episode, I asked for my prayer again to get Covid and it felt really good ....

Make friends, take the message of Mother, keep her prokes, and keep her body immune.

Sorry if there is a wrong word, hopefully this story is useful, take the good and throw away the bad, as for the mistakes in this waterfall all my mistakes are just learning. Please understand.

Again, pray I recover quickly from this covid.

Bye then.

Wassalamualaikum warohmatullohi.

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