The Widow's Choice

Proposal

Day by day it has changed. Back to the weekend again. Saturday afternoon. Nurul and Al prepare to return to Jogja. Bu Dira had also given the clothes he bought yesterday for Al and Nurul to wear tomorrow when he came to propose. Nurul actually refused the gift, only he already knew enough about the nature of Dira bu. Nurul also appreciated his good intentions.

Nurul has also informed his mother in Jogja. That tomorrow, Dira's family will come to visit. Nurul is now ready to launch his bike. Suddenly the phone rang. He took the phone in his bag and answered the incoming phone.

Bu Dira is calling..

" Assalamu'alaikum ma'am',,"

" Wa'alaikumussalam nduk," the voice of the phone was heard not so clearly because of the commotion.

" What's wrong, ma'am',,??"

" You're going home to Jogja today,,?? Let me just take Rahman?"

" Eh, no need ma'am'. I'm used to riding with Al. It's also ready to go,,"

" Are you sure you don't papa,,??"

" Yes ma'am, it's okay,"

" Yes, be careful. We'll meet tomorrow at Jogja!"

" In shaa Allah ma'am'. Assalamu'alaikum!"

" Wa'alaikumussalam," the telephone connection was cut off. Nurul and Al went straight to Jogja so as not to be too late when they got home.

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Morning in the city is special. A city that people say is 'full of memories', for some. No exception Nurul. It was in that city that she was born and grew up to be a sweet girl. Well, not many say that Nurul is beautiful. They prefer to say that Nurul has a sweet face.

In one corner of the special City of Jogja, in a simple house owned by the Lastri. Pastri's relatives have arrived to fulfill the invitation of the homeowner. To just help and witness that Nurul will be reapplied by a man. Will the application be accepted or rejected,,??

The clock in Nurul's hand had already shown over ten in the morning. Suddenly an SUV car that was lately familiar by Nurul's memory stopped in front of the house bu Lastri. Two handsome men sitting next to each other in the front seat were tidying up their appearance. From the door behind him came down a middle-aged man whom Nurul knew very well. Dira Ma. A young woman and two young children shouted, "Mas Fatih!!" they waved very happy hands. The same was answered with a wave of hands by Al.

Then down the two handsome men who are adrift in age not so far away. Rahman and Ali.

" Rul, which one is your punyamu,,??" noda Nita to her sister when she saw Rahman and Ali get out of the car.

" Lhoh, how can the clothes match the color,,?? Well, this Dira's gotta be." Nurul was surprised when he saw Rahman wearing a shirt with the same color as the clothes given by Ms. Dira yesterday and she is wearing it now. " The body is smaller, it's sold out he said,,"

Nita then set her eyes on Ali who was indeed smaller than Rahman. " That means that the twin is the same as you,,??"

" This is also the one who bought Dira mbak, Nurul did not know that it could be a twin," Nurul took a slow breath.

" Asalamu'alaikum,,!!" said Miss Dira so happily.

" Wa'alaikumussalam,,!! Come on, come on, come on in, please,,!!" everyone shakes hands and goes into the house. The small duo, Riko and Rindi remained outside. Play with other kids.

Discussions and introductions from both families took place. Bu Dira introduces Rahman and Ali as his sons. " Rul, who wants to tell you which one it is,,?? How handsome all," said Umi's mother in a rather loud voice to tease Nurul, who was the sister of Lastri's mother. Everyone looked at Nurul. Nurul felt her cheeks feel hot and began to blush.

" This one's sold out bu',,!!" suddenly Fatimah's voice filled the living room of Lastri's house. Everyone then turned to Fatimah who was holding Ali's arm possessively. Everyone's laughter echoes and then sees Fatimah's behavior.

Yudi, Nurul's sister-in-law who became the representative of Lastri's mother replied representing Nurul. Who is really nervous right now. His body was cold but he was still sweating. His hands were trembling, his eyes were down.

After a few questions and chats, Yudi finally answered Ms. Dira's proposal. Yes, Nurul accepted Dira's proposal. Everyone was relieved. Until finally the election day of the execution of the marriage contract.

" If I go faster, it's better." suggested Miss Dira.

" Yes ma'am, that's better." replied Yudi.

" How about two weeks from now? Soon Rahman will prepare his dossier and Nurul. To be immediately registered to KUA. I think for the place of marriage contract" said Ms. Dira who was impatient to get Rahman and Nurul married.

Everyone talks to each other to exchange opinions. Finding the best to make a decision. Finally," Well ma'am, we agree. Two more weeks of marriage will be held at the Nurul Huda Mosque in this village. And my mother, the mother of Lastri did not want to throw any party just invite family and close neighbors." replied Yudi after deliberating.

" Alright, I agree too." replied Miss Dira.

" Mas Rahman, that's a ring for Nurul. Sana was put on her finger mbak Nurul!!" fatimah Goda. Rahman's face suddenly flushed like a boiled crab. He picked up the ring he kept in his pants pocket.

All attention was on Rahman. Nurul?? Don't ask. He still remains ashamed. Moreover, every name and Rahman called. Ms. Dira understands Rahman's current situation. He asked for the ring from Rahman.

" You are nduk, cook yes this mas you are sending a ring masangin to Nurul's finger. They are close to each other so the heart has been racing let alone hold each other's hands now. It could be a heart attack is not their marriage," said Ms. Dira without shame. " Udah let the mother here who dines her ring to Nurul's finger," mother Dira moved from her seat and approached Nurul. Everyone's laughter reverberated in the not-so-great room.

" O Allah, I want to go to the room to hide,,!!" nurul said in his heart.

" Nduk Nurul Almira,,!!" call Dira when she's right in front of Nurul. Nurul raised his head to look at Dira who was in front of him. " Can I put the ring on your finger, please,,??" Nurul just nodded her head from being too nervous. Bu Dira then opened a small town covered in red velvet cloth in his hands. There was a ring with three jewels on one side. Bu Dira then took the ring and put it on the ring finger of Nurul's left hand.

" Well,pas!!" said Miss Dira was happy. Ms. Dira then hugged her future daughter-in-law. " Thank you for that,,!!" whispered Dira's mom as they hugged.

" Yes ma'am'. Nurul also thanked ma'am, for believing and accepting Nurul as he was." not felt, the tears of the two women who were hugging was spilled.

All drifting in small talk. Until finally, the mother of Lastri invited her guests to enjoy the lunch that has been provided. Simple food cooked by the lastri and her two daughters. Everyone also enjoyed the dishes provided by Bu Lastri. Until the adzan dzuhur reverberated from the mosque near the house of Lastri. Guests go to the mosque to pray.

After the dzuhur prayer, Dira's mother and her family resigned. " Sir, did you go back to D****when,,??" asked Dira to Nurul when she was in front of the house.

" In shaa Allah will be late afternoon ma'am." replied Nurul.

" Just go with mom,!!" tawar bu Dira's.

" No ma'am'. I'm the same Al ride the bike, ma'am'. Thank you." refused Nurul with a smile.

" Related, are you sure,,?"

" Yes ma'am, thank you again."

" All right, nduk, we go home first. Be careful on the road!! Tomorrow we meet again at D**** yes dear," mom Dira then hugged Nurul.

" Yes ma'am, In shaa Allah." Nurul returned the embrace of Dira.

Miss Dira and the family then say goodbye and leave the residence of Miss Lastri. Nurul family is still busy chatting. Until the day started afternoon and Nurul decided to return to D****. To get back into his routine.