The Widow's Choice

Simple Woman

"Han, you handle the office business first! I'll take mom home first. And please send all the reports to my email! I'm going out of town tomorrow." Said a man with his special voice.

"Yes, yes." Burhan replied to the personal assistant.

"You can continue your work."

"okay! Ma'am, I'm sorry!" Hunching his body slightly, he left the room of the superior.

"Where are you going, man??" Sahut a woman, none other than Miss Indira.

"Rahman wants to go to Jogja Bu', asked to help Mr. Jefry nemenin he finished his business." Rahman answered as he approached the mother who was sitting on the sofa in her study.

"Investigation or personal business, son??" Connect the Bu Indira.

"Both Ma'am'. As soon as Rahman comes home ma'am, a maximum of 2 days. After all, Fatimah will come home later, so Mom's not alone at home." While holding the mother's shoulder.

"Makanya Man, you're married again. If you have any business getting out of town, I'm not home alone. Even if not, he can nemenin you if the affairs outside the city, Mother' also calm you there are mengurusin." Said Mrs Indira. And then suddenly he got an idea.

"Udah ma'am, don't start again. We've already discussed this matter." While releasing his embrace.

"It's been 7 years Man, you still remember your promise,,??" Rahman was silent for a moment. Remembering the promise he made to his mother.

"Yes Ma'am, Rahman remembers. Ayok Bu' Rahman take you home!" Rahman tried to shift the subject. He stood up and walked to his desk to pick up his bag and suit.

"You want to explore the topic of Man. Hem,,??" Madam Indira stood up.

"Mother give you 1 month to recognize your future wife's mother. More than that, you have to agree with your choice. No more bargaining and rejection."

"Yes Ma'am'." Rahman replied with resignation. They then walked out of the room with a bright smile, Ms. Indira.

Rahman Abdullah's. A successful young entrepreneur raised a business pioneered by his parents. His sturdy body with a handsome face, friendly and assertive nature and high professionalism make his colleagues and employees very respectful. Not a few who blatantly approached him personally. Yes, because he's a 'Sawit Duren' (Duda keRen Sarang duWit). More or less, so the female employees in his office called it.

At the age of 34, Rahman has been a widower for 7 years. There have been many women introduced by his mother or some colleagues who openly introduce their daughter in order to become the wife of the handsome widower. But until now, nothing has been able to melt the widower's heart that may have hardened because of his past wounds.

Will Rahman be able to find the woman within 1 month,,?? Or should he surrender to accept the woman of his mother's choice to be his companion,,?? (ask the author only, do not ask on the grass that swayed 🤭)

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In the car.

"Man, stop at the minimarket first huh. I'm going to buy a snack for Riko Sama Rindi."

"Yes Ma'am'." Rahman answered while pulling out his car in front of a minimarket.

"Rahman wait in the car ya Bu'." which was answered with a nod Indira bu. Ms. Indira got out of the car and walked into the minimarket.

"Good day, happy shopping!" Greet 2 women who were at the cashier table with their sweet smiles. Which was also answered with a nod by Bu Indira. He immediately picked up the available shopping cart and walked towards the shelf containing a variety of snacks. Take a few snacks and fill his shopping basket. Ms. Indira was still pacing around looking for something.

"Dil, that's what her mother helped you find!" Said one of the employees.

"Mbak Nurul aja deh nyamperin, that's the cashier let Dila who continued." Rengek Dila who really prefers mager at the cashier table. Nurul finally shook his head while leaving the cashier table.

"Excuse me ma'am, how can I help ma'am'?" Sapa Nurul gently, do not forget the sweet smile on her lips covered by a mask.

"Oh yes, I'm looking for wound plaster. Is there a mbak?" Bu Indira replied, who immediately turned to look at Nurul who was standing next to him.

"There's bu'. Let's get over here!" He slightly bent down and turned his right hand towards the medicine shelf. Nurul immediately took out 1 box of wound plaster and handed it to Bu Indira.

"There's another mom??"

"It's gone," replied Mrs Indira.

"If you have, you can go straight to Mom's cashier'!" Nurul's advice, which was immediately greeted with a nod and a smile from Bu Indira's lips.

Because of the state of minimarket which is quiet, Ms. Indira is only alone in line at the cashier. For some reason, he was interested in one of those employees. He tried to find out the name of the employee from the identification mark hanging on their chest.

"Yes ma'am'. Is there anything else I can help you with?" Answer the name.

"Sorry, there's something stuck in the mask." Answer Ms. Indira.

Nurul who was surprised, without thinking for a long time immediately took off his mask and checked it. He looked carefully at the mask he was wearing, but there was nothing there.

"I'm sorry, Nurul, I was just kidding. I just want to see the face and the smile of Mbak Nurul who is covered in masks." Said Bu Indira accompanied by a helping hand who wanted to greet Nurul as an apology for lying.

Nurul was surprised by Indira's words. No exception Dila who is busy with the cash register counting Indira's groceries. Dila immediately looked at Bu Indira with a sharp look. While Nurul only sighed softly and looked at the right hand of Bu Indira who was outstretched towards him. The atmosphere was silent in an instant. Until a helping hand melts the atmosphere. Nurul shook and kissed Indira's hand.

"Yes ma'am, it's okay." Accompanied by a sweet smile with sincerity in it. Ms. Indira who got the treatment was very surprised.

"Thank you, Nurul." Answer Ms. Indira.

"Simple and gentle woman. Can she melt Rahman's heart??" Mumbled Bu Indira in his heart.

"The total is Rp 124,000 Bu'!" Dila's voice mediates.

Bu Indira took 3 pieces of fifty thousand rupiah and handed them to Dila.

"It's mbak!"

Nurul who also finished putting Bu Indira's groceries into plastic bags, then handed them to Bu Indira. Dila immediately handed over the change.

"Return Rp 26,000 ya Bu'. Thank you for shopping."

Ms. Indira accepted the money and thanked him. Before coming out, he approached towards Nurul. Trying to grab Nurul's hand and slightly rubbing it with his thumb.

"Thank you*N*duk, sorry for that."

Nurul clasped Bu Indira's hand with both hands and smiled,

"Yes ma'am, you're the same."

"You're the woman I'm looking for Nduk." Mumbled Bu Indira in heart.

"Oh, excuse me! Thank you, Ma'am Nurul and Mbak Dila. Oh yes, my name is Indira." Indira said with a smile.

"Yes, Miss Indira, thank you." Directly answered with a nod of the head by Nurul and Dila simultaneously.

After Bu Indira left the shop, Nurul and Dila looked at each other. A meaningful view.

"What's your mom doing, Mommy?" Ask Dila.

"Huss, you're Dil. If you talk, do not be careless. Her mother said she wanted to see my face without a mask." Sahut Nurul firmly.

"I think mom had a crush on you. Hhahaha," Finally the laughter of the two of them broke.

"Mother was like the first person to shop here. I hope nothing is strange." Do'a Nurul in her heart.

There was little concern in Nurul's heart after the first meeting with Bu Indira. Because indeed, Nurul is the type of person who is quite secretive about his life. When out of the house, he will always wear a mask (not because there is a virus covid-19 ya gaeess). Not because he's a fugitive let alone a police DPO. But because he's a man's fugitive. Not only are virgins, even widows and men who want to add wives. Is there someone who can make Nurul open his heart again,,?? After what happened in his past.

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