Pursuing the Love of My Husband
The Part 57 MCS

"Marya."

Bram called the downcast girl, since returning home from the funeral he did not speak even a word.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to let you down, but I just took a minute to let go of such a heavy burden, after Mom's departure, and my divorce." said Bram leaning on the seat of the car that had stopped it.

Larisa looked a little. Then wept bitterly until she shook both of her shoulders.

"I know, you've always faithfully loved me even though I was married and loved Habibah. And I really appreciate that." said Bram again increasingly make Larisa chuckle sick, dissolved in her tears. "You know, marriage is not the same as our close relationship. Like fingers and nails, when the nails come off it hurts like it wants to kill. You won't understand what it's like." Bram stared at the straight road. "It's hard for me to forget Habibah."

"I also feel Bram's pain, I really can't lose you. I really want to die if I have to live without you." The crying still doesn't stop.

Bram turned to the sobbing girl beside him. "Yes, I also felt the same way when it came to marrying Habibah at Dad's request."

"No Bram, you don't know. It feels like I've gone crazy imagining my loved ones living in a house with another woman, one room with her and loving."

"Larya! I want you to be honest with me."

Larisa paused a little from her crying.

"Was we doing that that night?" tanya Bram really hopes Larisa's honest.

The eyes of the two clashed, there was worry on Larisa's face. A little guess that Larisa could have lied.

"No need to lie Larisa, I really appreciate your feelings. But I also still have the right to fight for _"

"Otherwise you're gonna fight for Bram, you're separated."

"And it's my fault." Bram still insists on wanting to know Larisa's answer.

Larisa cries in terror, she has really lost Bram's love so much all this time. Not knowing what else to defend himself.

"We did it Bram."

Bram rubbed his face.

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That day, Rudy Utama visited Habibah as usual, every weekend became a routine task for Rudy to meet his daughter.

"Dad's Assalamualaikum." Habibah approached his father who had just got out of the car.

"Wa'alaikum greetings dear." Rudy hugged Habibah a little. His longing and loneliness made him always want to come there.

Sitting together in the living room of Aunt Rumini's house, Rudy Utama discussed everything to the two husbands and wives who raised their children.

"Ustadzah Habibah, cell phone ustadzah reads." Yuni gave Habibah's phone that was still ringing.

"Thank you." Habibah immediately saw the call, just now he was going to say his greeting call had stopped.

One short message is visible on the top screen.

"Assalamualaikum Habibah."

Habibah knitted his brows. "Wa'alaikum salam." The reply was no less short.

"I want to come see you. But..."

Habibah smiled a little. "Have you lost your nerve?" reply Habibah again.

Habibah waited for the next message, but no more incoming messages.

"Is he angry?" muttered Habibah himself, many times he saw his phone but still no more messages.

"Or not him!" his eyes looked to the left and right.

Habibah so restless thinking about it, even his sitting position looks awry.

"What's wrong?" not realizing that Rudy Utama was already nearby.

"Dad." Habibah shifted her seat so that Rudy could sit next to each other on the spacious sofa.

"What's wrong?" Rudy glanced at the cell phone his son held.

"Dad, who's Dad's assistant right now?" ask Habibah suddenly.

Rudy knitted his brows. "There is, a young man" he replied nodding.

"Oh." Habibah thought again.

"When's Dad's son coming home?" asked Rudy Utama slowly, he was afraid of the rejection that had been heard many times. But won't give up.

"I'll get things done first, then I'll go home" he replied with absolute confidence, no hesitation on his face.

"really?" Rudy laughed haru, his voice trembling slightly.

"Yes" he replied again.

"A, emmm... That's..." Habibah scratched his forehead.

"Is that Dad's son-in-law?" asked Rudy Utama to look at Habibah's face.

"No Dad, just someone" she replied nervously.

Rudy smiled, understanding if his son also had privacy. "Alright, I hope it's over soon" he said with a happy smile.

Curiosity is increasingly disturbing, his sleep became not soundly lately. For some reason, someone who made him guess a little made him forget Bram who some time ago loved so much, first love, love that he pursued with all his heart.

His breathing becomes heavy if he remembers how a few months ago he was so persistent in fighting for a love that was only one hand.

Sitting daydreaming under a star-studded sky, Habibah thought of many things, Bram who still expected himself.

"May Aunt talk to you?"

Habibah looked at his aunt. "Yes Auntie."

Rumini sat down to Habibah. "Are you thinking of someone, or two?" tanya Aunt was very understanding.

Habibah smiled shyly.

"First love is hard to forget, as people say."

Habibah knew what Bibi meant was Bram.

"But, if there is a man who can love you wholeheartedly, do not include the name of another woman in your marriage, in the sense that he is faithful. You should think about accepting it. Women need comfort in running a household, and that is only in the can of a responsible man, born and inner. Not a man who can't be far from the past."

"Even if he regrets Bi?" asked Habibah feeling unsure of his own feelings.

"Second chance." Said Aunt smiling. "Of course you can give it a second chance."

Habibah thought again.

"It's not good to live alone for a married woman, I'm sure you know the man who always sends you flowers. You can choose if you're sure he's better than Bram, your ex-husband."

Habibah looked up at the high sky, his eyes blurring with an increasingly heavy taste.

"Give to Allah all, pray and complain only to Him. Rest assured, whatever happens later is the best." Auntie's advice again.

"Thank you Auntie."

Not wanting to dissolve in confusion, Habibah did not delay his prayers that night.

Do not forget to put two names in his prayer. Until falling asleep and dawn.

ALLAH AKBAR.. ALLAH AKBAR...

ALLAAAHU AKBAR'S.. ALLAAAHU AKBAR'S...

The tightly closed eyes began to open hearing a different dawn than usual.

His voice was melodious and made his heart tremble. "Who is he?" he said as he got up and put his ears on.

Not only Habibah, but almost all students are wondering about a melodious but foreign sound in the ear.

Until all the santri have gathered in the pesantren mosque, not least Bibi Rumini and Habibah.

Can not be masked curiosity, the eyes of the santri occasionally steal a glance at the person standing in front there but do not know who.

"Who is Brother?" tanya Yuni who was prepared with her face neatly attached, stood with the other ustadzah.

Habibah shook his head, while Bibi Rumini only smiled at the whispers of the young ustadzah.

"The voice makes you fall in love." said Syafitri did not miss answering while smiling.

Habibah also thought the same, but the status that has been married is really not willing to say the impossible, the choice of the perfect man there are many there. Of course, the girls who are beautiful and untouchable will be in the lyrics first than him.

Until the prayer is over and continued by the santri to study and learn other religious sciences, various books they bring and discussed together.

"Sister Habibah, Nyai asked Brother for a guest room now." Yuni delivered, and replaced Habibah teaching the santri that morning.

"Thank you."

Walking towards the living room, the teachers' offices were not that far away.

His steps were ordinary, his face shady looking as usual. His delicate hands began to knock on the door.

"Come in, son." Auntie ordered from inside.

"Assalamualaikum Bi_"

her words came to a halt as her beautiful eyeballs stared at someone who was certainly no stranger to her. He came very differently even with the same face.

On his head is no longer a plain brown hat but replaced with a dark blue skullcap.

His face is no longer masked if he meets new people, but looks handsome without a mustache on his red lips.