The Widow's Choice

Wrong Do'a

" Let's talk in the rear gazebo, Al let's be with Rahman." take Indira's mom to Nurul after entering his house. " Eh, have you had breakfast yet,,?? If not let me make sure the same mbok Tum."

" It was already bu' this morning." replied Nurul briefly. " And this is a little cake" Nurul said as she handed him a plastic bag containing the cake that she brought from home. Bu Indira receives Nurul's cake and takes it to the dinner table.

" Mbok Tum, please bring a drink for Rahman same Al in front of the tv! The same cake is also placed on plates. I'm going to the rear gazebo first!" said Ms. Indira to a middle-aged woman who works as a domestic assistant.

" Good ma'am," replied Tum.

Not waiting for a long time, Al and Rahman turned out to be engrossed in their chat. Rahman invites Al to play in the living room. Disassemble a large plastic container containing toys. " When have they been so familiar, huh,,?? Have they ever met without me knowing?" Nurul looks confused by the familiarity of Al and Rahman.

Nurul and Bu Indira have reached the backyard. They sat in the gazebo next to the pool. Nurul observed the backyard of the house which was quite spacious. A large swimming pool is in the middle. There are some ornamental plants that are neatly arranged and well maintained. Some even flower beautifully.

Before long Mbok Tum came carrying a tray containing drinks and snacks. Then put the tray in the gazebo and leave it. " Come nduk, drinkable. Same thing with this cake!" tawar bu Indira's.

" Yes ma'am thank you."

" Nduk, is there anything you want to ask??" bu Indira asked Nurul. " I know, nduk, this must all be very surprising to you. Moreover, you also only met Rahman for a few days. But I did not want to stay long. It was from the very beginning that mom approached you to make you my daughter-in-law, that is if you will. Maybe the mother is too pushy, but the mother just wants to see Rahman married again and happy with her family like Fatimah and others. Which mother does not want to see her child happy," Ms. Indira paused for a moment. " I don't know what has convinced me of you since I met you that day. But of all the women I've ever introduced to Rahman, I'm sure you deserve Rahman."

" Wouldn't you have a widow's daughter-in-law, right,,? Moreover, Nurul is only from an ordinary family,? What did someone else say, Miss Dira,,?? Nurul doesn't want to be a disgrace to Dira's family in the future."

" I don't care what people say. They only judge from what is seen and it's their right to judge, they don't know what is invisible."

Nurul really doesn't know what to say anymore. He was just thinking about what he had just heard. " O Allah, All-Knowing. You know what I do not know. If indeed Rahman and this family are good for the servant and Al Fatih, give your guidance and bring us closer. But if you don't, you will give us the best way. Aamiin's."

The two women were still chatting for quite a while. " I'm sorry ma'am, what's lunch for?" ask Mbok Tum who appeared from inside the house.

" Tum for a moment," she turned to Nurul. " Do you want to have lunch the same? Or does Al usually like to eat what nduk?"

" It's up to Miss Dira. Al is not the picky-eating type." Answer Nurul sungkan.

" Yasuda. Mbok Tum, cooked vegetable soup with fried chicken and fried tempeh. Oh yeah, is there oyster mushrooms? If there make oyster mushroom stir-fry as well and chicken egg stew too."

" Good ma'am'." Mbok Tum then entered the house again and cooked at the request of his employer.

After Mbok Tum entered, there was the sound of footsteps running from inside the house. " Mother, Al can follow Rahman to the mosque?" al asked after arriving near the gazebo.

" Well, yes" Indira's mother answered Al's question. Nurul looked at Indira's mother in surprise. " No papa nduk, just deket kok mosque. It's the same Rahman that went." Definitely Ms. Indira.

Nurul smiled and nodded, "I can." Al then went inside and approached Rahman who was waiting for him. They both went to the mosque on a motorcycle. Before long I looked at Adzan dzuhur. Bu Indira and Nurul also fulfilled their obligations. After they finished they waited for Rahman and Al to come home from the mosque for lunch together.

After Rahman and Al returned, they had lunch together. Not much is talking. Only occasionally Indira ma'am offers food that has been served to his guests. After all is done, "Mother, Al can learn to swim not the same om Rahman?" Al asked permission from his mother.

" Dear, baby, but Al won't bring a change of clothes. Cook yes want to learn to swim do not wear clothes. Al is not ashamed??" Nurul explained slowly to Al.

" Oh yeah, um, I don't bring a change of clothes," Al looked a little disappointed.

" Next time Al learned to swim!" Nurul tries to comfort her son. Al finally obeyed his mother despite his disappointment.

Nurul helps Mbok Tum clean the dining table. Although already rejected by mbok Tum, Nurul still forced to help. It is not good to just be quiet. Bu Indira only saw Nurul from the living room. After finishing, Nurul and Miss Indira chatted back while waiting for Rahman and Al who were out.

Nearly an hour ago, Rahman and Al returned. Al went straight to his mother. He handed a glass of boba to his mother. Rahman did the same to Indira. " Mother, Al was bought by om Rahman," said Al slowly, for fear of being scolded by his mother. Nurul looked at Al confused. Because Nurul forbade Al to accept gifts from unknown people. Even Al always refused when there was someone who approached his mother and gave her a toy or something.

" Don't be mad at her, I forced her to buy her a dress. She had already refused, I forced her," Rahman explained to Nurul. Nurul looked at Rahman.

" Yes, no papa. But next time no longer yes," answered Nurul while rubbing Al's head.

" So Al can dong learn to swim like Rahman?" ask Al happily. Nurul just nodded, not knowing what else to say. " Come Om, so you're not going to teach Al to swim?" tanya Al made sure.

" Shirt for a moment. You also change shorts, let's be more comfortable." advises Rahman. Al and Rahman changed clothes. They went straight to the pool. Rahman patiently taught Al to swim.

While Nurul with Indira bu chatting and watching tv. " Nduk, mom rest in the room for a while huh. You okay being alone for a moment? Mom, if it's like this, usually take a break. Or you join Al learn to swim also can," said bu indira.

" Iya bu' please, Nurul is fine alone," Nurul invited bu Indira to rest. He decided to watch tv again. He glanced at the clock on his phone, apparently it was almost the time of Ashar prayer. Nurul intends to remind Al to stop learning to swim. He then turned off the tv and headed for the backyard. When he reached the door, he passed Rahman who had finished teaching Al. Rahman's still wet. With a white T-shirt and boxer pants that he wore, a sturdy body with his chest that field and his six-pack stomach were clearly exposed in Nurul's eyes. Nurul immediately lowered his gaze "Athaghfirullah. Seen sin, cast away dear. Allahu akbar."

" Sorry,,!!" Rahman passed by Nurul with a slight run to get to his room to clean up.

" Mom, here's a towel for her son" Tum's voice surprised Nurul.

" Oh yes ma'am, thank you. Sorry ma'am, can I ask for plastic ma'am, for Al's wet clothes." Nurul receives a towel from mbok Tum.

" Yes, I'll take it for a while." Tum returned with two plastic bags in his hand, and handed them to Nurul.

" Thank you ma'am, '" said Nurul.

" Yes it's the same. Don't call ma'am ya mbak, just call mbok Tum like bu Dira and mas Rahman if you call me!" pinta mbok Tum's. Nurul nodded and smiled. " The bathroom is over there!" mbok Tum pointed towards the guest bathroom not far from them standing.

Nurul immediately went to the pool to Al who was still swimming. He was very happy because he could swim even though he was not proficient. " Al let's take a shower! I want this ashar" Al is still fun swimming. " Aaallll,,,!!" Al immediately came out of the pool.

" This is the towel. The clothes are removed so as not to netes wherever the water is. Mother settle here only, you bathe in the bathroom there yes." Nurul ordered. Al immediately ran away leaving Nurul alone by the pool. He crouched his back to the door, tidying Al's wet clothes in plastic. " How will I tell Dira's mom? Hadduuhhhh, dizzy, dizzy,, dizzy,,!!" Nurul held her head in confusion.

" What's wrong with you,,??" asked Rahman who was standing right behind Nurul.

" Eh, Rahman's mom!" Nurul is shocked to hear Rahman's voice behind him. Nurul immediately stood up and turned around to answer Rahman but he did not know that Rahman was standing right behind him. " It's okay, man,,!" He was surprised to get too close to Rahman. Reflexes he took a step back from where he stood. But unfortunately, he stepped on the plastic containing Al's wet clothes and slipped towards the pool. " Aaaahhhhh,,,!!"

Bruukkkc. Rahman's left hand quickly caught Nurul's waist while his right hand held Nurul's left. And Nurul pulled into his arms.

Nurul's eyes are perfectly patterned. And meet Rahman's eyes. " O Allah, Deket. But not this much either, God. It's not mahram." Nurul muttered in his heart

" You want to learn to swim like Al, too,,??" goda Rahman's.

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