Being Married to My First Love
Not be lost

Reyna POV.

"You can read that book anyway, By!" I asked while covering my mouth with my fingers. I was shocked, and the book was locked.

I'm so ashamed of you, By!

"Sorry not permission first, the lock is also broken, but I do not feel comfortable when I know the contents of the writing in it" said Hubby with a smile jail.

"Ieyhh, what the hell, By. Even in Rusakin, on the matter all this time I was very careful lhoh pserjaannya, let's not be damaged until I panic really want to cross!" I pursed my lips while pinching his stomach blindly.

"Uuhh..iya..iya..sorry, Sayaang!" hubby said curiously, then quickly grabbed me into his arms, "What's the story like?" ask Hubby.

"So once, I almost lost the book. In the past, when you moved the contract, you would sell the book. That time..."

Flashback...

"Reyn, school-time textbooks and your collection of novels and comics are on sale, huh, kid? There's no way we can take that many books to a new home. The day after that, the book was moved to be sold to Mang Ipul," said Ibu.

"Well, dear ma'am, it was Reyna's book to buy by saving the rest of the allowance. Is it good practice, Mom?" I put on my shoes to go to college.

"Of course, Mang Ipul is selling used books in the market. Later the book is sold again the same that requires, well even though it is purchased at a very cheap price, but it can reduce luggage. It's not used anymore, is it the same with you?" said Mother.

"Yes already, Mom. Sell it! Which Junior High School book I have entered in the cardboard stay bring, which same High School book reading book is still in the lower book closet. Mama's done, huh? Reyna did not go to college. Ohya, the top of that lecture book do not come on sale, ma'am!" I said while wearing a backpack and taking the keys to the bike.

"He's gone there!" said Mother.

"Reyna, let's go first huh, ma'am? Assalamu'alaikum!" I kissed the back of Mom's hand to say goodbye.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, be careful, Reyn, no speeding!" mother's screams from the doorway, which I still hear.

I walked out onto the porch. The Matic motorbike was parked in front of the house. I put on a helmet and then climbed it. Don't forget to pray, then I run my bike to leave the house to campus.

Time rolled slowly, two hours of lessons passed, but since then my heart was restless like there was something I had to make sure and wanted to go home soon. I remember my diary book from Junior High. I still keep them between school books so they don't get seen by mom.

I occasionally read it after suddenly dreaming back to Junior High. I don't know why I'm still being overshadowed by the mimipi that replayed the events of that time that showed me still wearing a blue white uniform.

As soon as the lecturer ends the lesson. I rushed to the parking lot to go home. I ran my bike fast, 45 minutes passed and I got home. I parked the motorbike on the terrace then rushed into the house.

"Assalamu'alaikum!" I said who ran straight to the room. No response from Mom might be behind.

I threw the origin of the backpack onto the study table, then crouched open the book closet. And how surprised I was when I saw that the shelf at the bottom was empty. As I recall, I slipped it between my high school textbooks. I thought maybe I'd moved it on the top shelf. Then I tried to find it on the top shelf where there was a pile of college books I kept. Some books I took out and rummaged through the contents, but did not see them either.

Oh my God, where is the book! I murmured as I sat down weakly by leaning against the wall.

Then I hugged my two folded legs in front, and folding my hands on my knees drowned my face there. That book meant a lot to me and now I'm missing it. I closed my eyes, and a drop of tears dripped from the corner of my eye. My mind went nowhere. I tried to hold my head up when I came across a name, "Mang Ipul!"

Right, I said the book was sold to Mang Ipul, right? Maybe the book is still at Mang Ipul's house. My inner.

Didn't think long I grabbed my bag and motor key. I then rushed to Mang Ipul's house, which was next to a crossroads not far from my house. Not until five minutes, I reached Mang Ipul's house. His house looks lonely, Mang Ipul is living alone because he wanders in this city. I tried knocking on the door. But no one answered. Suddenly there was a sound from the side of the house.

"Find Mang Ipul, Neng?" it looks like a middle-aged mother holding a sleeping child in her cradle.

"Yes Budhe. But it doesn't seem like anyone's home" I said.

"Yes obviously, Neng. If at this hour, Mang Ipul is still in the Kwitang Book Market selling his merchandise. What is there need? Let me tell you when I get home" said the mother.

Waduh if the book is discarded how, it is impossible that the diary book will be sold! As soon as I look there, afraid of being late to throw away how?

"I'd better meet Mang Ipul in the market just Budhe, because I was looking for a book that was bought Mang Ipul. Excuse me Budhe. Assalamu'alaikum!" I said then to the motor.

"Wa'alaikumussalam!" he replied, I heard.

I rushed to Kwitang Book Market near Senen Terminal, Central Jakarta. Arriving there I was confused where the location of Mang Ipul bookstore was located. There are a lot of shops selling used books there. I was busy reading the nameplate of the store.

I went to the bookstore in front of me. The shopkeeper was a woman. I tried to search again in another row of stores but did not see Mang Ipul. I decided to ask one of the merchants there.

"Excuse me, Mum. I want to ask maybe I know a store seller named Mang Ipul?" my many.

"Ohh, Bang Syaiful, you mean? If Bang Syaiful shop is at the very end of Mbak," replied the mother while pointing at the end of the store. My eyes follow where my mother is pointing.

"Ohh...The last one is Mom? Thank you, Mom!" I said while nodding politely.

I walked over to the shop that my mother mentioned earlier. Arriving at the last store I read the name listed on the nameplate of the store written Syaiful Bookstore. I think this is the shop. I looked into the shop, and I saw a man standing and reading a book, but he was not Mang Ipul.

This is not the Mang Ipul I was looking for! I murmured in my heart while drowning.

"You want to buy a book, ma'am?" I jumped in shock. The man came to me who was standing daydreaming in front of the shop.

"What is the name of the neighbor who sells books?" tanyakanya.

"People in the village called him Mang Ipul. Sorry for almost the same name of the store, I thought this was a store owned by my neighbor Mang Ipul. Apparently not! I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" I turned around to leave. However, the man quickly stopped my steps.

"Eh...Ma'am, wait!" his yell. I turned back to look at the man.

"This is true Mang Ipul store, which Mbak means. But if here is the famous Bang Syaiful, the person is out for a while to buy food. I was only asked to wait a while, until Bang Ipul returned. That's the guy!" said the man while pointing to the back where Mang Ipul who was walking closer while carrying a package in his hand.

"Ehh, you're not, Mpok Yanti's son right? There's ape, Neng here?" asked Mang Ipul as soon as he arrived in front of the store.

"Yes, Mang. Sorry if I may, I'd like to double-check the book you sold this morning, Mang?" I said.

"Ohh.. may-be please, Neng. It's still in the cardboard, not yet aye spit-pilah," said Mang Ipul.

"Thank you, yes Mang. There's a book that shouldn't be sold maybe go to the take just like Mom," I said politely.

Mang Ipul nodded, then walked inside the shop, I followed him from behind.

"Nih, these two boxes, Neng. The book you're looking for is ape? Need aye help?" ask Mang Ipul.

"It doesn't matter, Mang. Try to find it myself first," I said.

"Okay, aye stay for lunch first ye. Aye's stomach was rumbling!" permit Mang Ipul while smiling kindly.

"Yes, Mang please!"

I crouched in front of the cardboard. One by one I put out the High School textbooks. But until the last book was not found diary. I put it back in the cardboard. Although it seems impossible, but I still open the other cardboard containing books at Junior High, and the results are the same. There is no book I am looking for.

"Where, can't I see you?" ask the young man. I didn't know he was watching me.

"Emm, yes, my. I will look for it again at home. Maybe to slip somewhere," I said.

Suddenly Mang Ipul came closer, "Ade ape no, Neng the book?" ask Mang Ipul.

"Nothing, Mang!" sad say.

"What book are you looking for?" ask the man.

"Personal books, Mas. It's nothing to me...!" my speech was cut off by Mang Ipul's voice.

"Ohh.aye inget, Neng. Ijo color diary is not what you are looking for? Aye just gave me back my Mpok Yanti. Can't sell it bukunye too!" said Mang Ipul who immediately made me ashamed of Mang Ipul and the young man beside Mang Ipul who seemed to hold back his laughter.

"Ehh.iya, Mang. Sorry to be a hassle. Then I go home first, Mang. Assalamu'alaikum!" despite being very embarrassed, I nodded politely to the man as well to say goodbye.

I rushed home smiling to myself on the street to condemn my stupidity of not asking Mom first.

Off Flashback.

"Well I'm really embarrassed, By. Just as those people when found out the book they were looking for was a diary, fortunately mother at that time did not kepo the same content!" I hugged Hubby for comfort.

Right now I'm back to mourning my carelessness that put the book so recklessly that it can be easily found. When moving to grandfather's house, I did bring it and just put it in the nightstand drawer because I did not think anyone would open my drawer. Lucky to be my husband is the same person in my writing. If my husband is a different person, it will certainly lead to misunderstanding because until marriage still keep diary books during Junior High.

"That's mending me who found out and read the contents, try if someone else! Actually, the book was very useful to me, it was authentic evidence that expressed your feelings at that time with me. The book answered all my questions back then about your attitude to me! You haven't been honest with me about it!" said Hubby with a frown.

"I'm ashamed, By!" smbil bowed.

"Then why are you married to me now! I was happy, when I knew how I felt at that time, I did not clap one hand! I'm just disappointed, because you're sacrificing our feelings to keep others feeling. This time, don't you ever do that again, baby!" he said while rubbing the shoots of the head covered with hijab.

"Then and now things are different. We used to be too young to be in a relationship, even if we were dating at that time I could have suffered even more at school, because I had to face the anger of your fans at that time. We do not want to study and my parents will not allow me to date, anyway" I said while remembering the words of Mom when there are neighbors who came home from school among her male friends.

"Reyna you don't go out, you're still a kid, it's not time you think about it, focus on school. Later when you are an adult, you can only marry the man you love" said Mother at that time.

"That's true too, dear. In this way our love story is more memorable, God has set us up to be together, in love that is lawful!" hubby said as he held me in his arms, kissing my old forehead.

"One more question, dear. You kept that diary because you still love me, right? But why, did you seem to hate me when we first met at Grandpa's house? There are no friends of ours. Why are you still with me?" ask Hubby.

"Since then I've been like a trauma close to men, By. I always didn't believe there was a real man. I'm afraid to meet your rich playboy guy first!" Hubby loosened his embrace and looked at me fixedly.

Hubby covered both of my cheeks with both hands, "Darling, I'll make sure I'm always loyal to you, because you won't be replaced by anyone!" my eyes glazed over with his words. Hubby kissed my forehead and hugged me tightly.

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