Love Shielded Risue

meeting with past people

For many years he lived his life without a friend. Don't ask if no one will bother Mary after her idols are over? Of course many, even countless.

Either from the group of fellow writers he knew from the literacy forum. Or maybe from among scholars like her ex-husband. Everyone approached Maryam in various ways.

Vying brings a good impression to attract his heart to fall into the arms of one of them. However, back concerns always shackled the soul of Maryam to re-build the household. Until he must reject the subtle those who have good intentions to protect him.

For him; why marry, if not give the right of descent to the husband? It is no longer possible for her to decide, to ask her husband to polygamize himself again. He's not that stupid.

Maryam was only sure, with her increasingly Istiqomah grasping obedience to Allah SWT. He will be able to live happily even without a life partner.

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The woman smiled widely, giving her autograph on the book to a female fan.

"Thank you, Brother..." Hugged his novel.

"Sama-sama. don't forget to come at the premiere gala of the film, yes." Maryam closed the ballpoint pen. The woman before him nodded happily, then left.

Maryam sighed, smiling at Debby who was clapping silently.

"My aunt did, the best!" Poking his thumb.

"Alhamdulillah," murmured Mary, smiling happily. His shoulders rested tired on the bench after signing dozens of books of his own pen strokes.

On the sidelines of the conversation between Debby, Maryam, and also an event organizer. A man approached while giving Merr flowers. Yes, a director of one of the publishing companies.

"Congratulations to you, Maryam."

Maryam smiling. "Thank you, Mr. Rafi."

"Sama-sama..by the way, after this there is an agenda where?"

"Not anywhere, just wanted to eat with my niece. After that go home."

"Oh.. Then, can I drop you off."

Mary glanced at Debby, where the boy was already smiling jail at her. While he only responds normally and then turns to the man before him without looking directly at him.

"Thank you very much, sir. But sorry, I brought my own vehicle."

"That's it..." Looking slightly disappointed, the man still gave his smile.

"Emmm, sorry Mr. Rafi. Once again I thank you, you are welcome to attend. But sorry, I have to hurry away."

"Yes, next time? Could ya.... take the time for me to take dinner."

Maryam smiling. "I'm sorry, I appreciate every call from you. I just keep the Shari'at. If men and women are not muhrim; it is not good to go both," Maryam refused subtly. Because He knew, the man who was five years older than him had many times invited him to go together. Not infrequently he honestly said his desire to marry Maryam.

With the lure of property, and his position that a director did not make Maryam then smitten.

"When you just go out, can't you? Then with your niece, deh..."

"She's married, so can't accompany me every time I travel."

"Well, she's married. You when? Same with me, right? So it's not alone anymore." That flirtatious look was directed at him. Debby who had seemed happy because she saw a good impression at the beginning became amused.

"Sorry sir, we're ahead... Assalamualaikum." Maryam took Debby's hand out. Without responding further, because, it is common for him who bears the title of widow is always misinterpreted by money men like Mr. Rafi.

The man smiled wryly. Like I really want to have that woman, but how else. Mary always refused to marry him.

Outside, Debby was still astonished. He considered the plain look of the man to be a really nice and polite person.

"Haduuuh, don't let Aunt marry him."

"It doesn't need to be discussed anymore. We entered Ashar. We go to the mosque first" replied Maryam who did not want to discuss about the man.

"Yes, Aunt." Speed up the pace of the second step, walking towards the nearest mosque.

***

After worship, both intend to go straight home. While putting on the socks, they joked together.

Until the voice of a woman who seemed familiar to him interjected. Maryam shifted for a moment as her body slightly covered the woman's shoes.

"Nia–" he murmured softly, until the woman turned her head. A pair of eyes peri against the eyes that conditions will be question marks.

Perhaps he was amazed, after years of not meeting he could meet the former first wife Akhri in this mosque. Incidentally very difficult to digest, does Maryam live near here?

"Cce... Ce Maryam, here?"

Mary saw the woman was pregnant. He smiled and then stood up.

"MashaAllah... How are you?"

"Good Ce. Cece himself how?"

"I'm good too, thank God."

"Thank God..." Nia took her shoes, held them before she could wear them.

"Are you pregnant again?" Ask Maryam kindly.

"Ah.yeah, alhamdulillah. This is my third child with Bang Akhri." It was as if he was proud to touch his own protruding belly.

Debby heard it looking dumbfounded. Because he became aware, what kind of second wife Omnya. Maryam's own lips widened her smile.

"Well, congratulations." His hands trembled touching Kania's stomach. Bang Akhri was not wrong to prefer it. Because of Kania? So you can have children, even now you want three.

"Thank you. Cece himself how? Are you married again? Or maybe you already have a child?" The humus directly without weighing.

"I'm not married yet, so there's no way I've had children" she replied, forcing a smile.

"Oh... I see, yes. Why not get married again... Cece is still beautiful, young again. It's impossible to expect a beetle that doesn't want to go back to the flower that Cece has, right?"

Astagfirullah... Nia– Maryam frozen.

Debby who was still listening started getting sultry. His gaze was drawn with rage. While thinking; the woman was Hijab, but it seemed that her words were not very good to her aunt. Even with the biggest smile.

"Hei– Aunt who is pregnant with her third child! sorry, huh?" Argue the woman in front of them.

"Deb.." whispered Maryam, holding her hand, and lowered her slowly. Hold back whatever Debby's gonna do, because she understands what her niece is like.

Until a man stood far enough away from the three of them, calling.

Maryam pecked for a moment, upon hearing the voice of the man behind her.

that sound? The call? –in Maryam, he touched her chest. Still in a position of his back, did not dare to look back.

"Have finished? Let's go home." Take it to Nia.

Nia who was still pinching her shoes in the hand smiled a grin, then rushed to step closer to her husband.

"Bang... So to the baby supply store?" The question is spoiled.

"Yes. But before this we eat first yes. Hungry brother, I want to eat vegetables..."

Brother is still the same... Smooth and kind. Also still like vegetable lontong. –bibir Maryam smile. His eyes began to glaze over.

"Actually I'm pregnant what brother, anyway? Keep eating, the inn?"

"Don't know this."

"Yes already ... in the usual shop X, yes."

The deg...!

Maryam recalled, it was her favorite place and Akhri used to be, she squeezed the hijab on her chest. Suddenly his chest felt back.

"It's actually a bit far away, but yes." Rubbing Nia's stomach softly. "Slow down his net, later Abi's son is tired because of the walk continues..."

Akhri's words although soft but still can be heard faintly by Maryam.

"Hahaha, I'm tired, Bi."

"Well, if you're tired, then Abi pijitin. Let's go."

yes Rabbi...

Mary rubbed her eyes, she really did not dare to look at it in the slightest. I hope Akhri doesn't know it's him, and feels grateful when they both leave.

After being sure, Maryam just dared to look. They are no longer visible because of the turn of direction.

Thankfully, you can already love Nia completely. They are happy, now.

Debby felt really bad. If Maryam hadn't been arrested, she might have cursed her.

"Basic doesn't know himself...!" debby, riled.

"Istighfar Deb" said Maryam, who returned to wearing her shoes.

"Tante, why shut up? That was intentionally so. Oh my goodness, that woman's morals are nothing like her. Shouldn't do? As the wife of a Ustadz, must have a good word-spoken ethic!"

"He is also an ordinary man."

"Tante belain aja keep– kelas terribly taste."

Maryam chuckled, "not believing, just for what you think, it doesn't matter either."

"Yes, but if it is kept quiet so it is more interesting. He will not be able to appreciate Auntie. Fuck up! Very arrogant indeed he looked at..."

"Leave it... Come on, let's go." Maryam has gone, and stepped slowly first, following Deborah.

"Tante... used to be like that too Auntie?"

Mary just smiled. Continue the steps. –what He did, more than what you are seeing right now, Deb.

"Aante! Why shut up, anyway?"

"What should aunty be... get angry, is that it?"

"Maybe! love a lesson, just like her mouth. The tone is smooth but full of incisions. Cannot be made a role model! Hiiiih– sultry taste."

Maryam who heard that just laughed, while holding her nephew's arm.

"It does not reflect the wife of Ustadz. the self-styled woman of Solehah is her name."

"Astagfirullah al'azim."

"out... Debby's gone all over!"

"Udah biarin anyway. It's not Aunt's business anymore. Let's cut the road, we'll eat first. yuk..."

"Haaaaah."

"Hehehe. Aja woles, really." Maryam increasingly took the child away from the location. Heading to his parked car.