The Widow's Choice

Confessing

" Bak Nurul, just wait!! Diem kayak is like that, don't move a bit! It's diem!!" azka orders Nurul when Nurul is adding stock displays at his place of work. He saw something else in Nurul.

" Why Ka,,??" nurul asked confused. " Pegel this Ka long ago my hand," Nurul murmured.

Azka immediately approached Nurul and noticed that her left hand was holding a bottle of mineral water and was going to put it in the refrigerator. " Athaghfirullah, Azka immediately came to her senses!!" muttered Nurul after seeing Azka's behavior.

" Bak Nurul yesterday went home to Jogja why hayooo,,?? Yaaa application,,??" Azka was very excited to tease her friend. " ALHAMDULILLAH YA ALLAH," Azka shouted so loudly that Nurul was surprised by his behavior.

" I haven't answered him yet, he's grateful first, this is really a child!!" Nurul shook his head because of Azka's behavior. Nurul still hasn't answered anything to Azka.

" Yes to Nurul, hayoo ngakuu!! That's what in the ring finger mbak Nurul is the answer. Aren't you,,?? I'm really, right,,??"

Nurul snorted angrily and continued his work and ignored Azka who was very curious about the answer. " Let's get this Ka done first, it's time to open the store later!!" bring Nurul.

" Yes mbak! But can you talk while talking? Isn't that what I said,,??" Azka was still very curious about Nurul's answer.

" Why, and if not why??" answer Nurul origin.

" That's what Nurul is,,? There are no secrets between us?" Azka was a little sulky.

Nurul turned to Azka by frowning her forehead and looking confusedly at her. " When have we not had secrets,,?? hhaha, there-there-there's only you if you're secret,,"

" Hhehe, let Nurul ngaku!" Azka. " Oh yes, mbak, that time also Azka had seen, Al carried the same man down from the car night-night! I came home from work, if not wrong two weeks ago, not so clear also his face. But definitely not an online taxi driver. Aren't you,,?? Who's hayooo,,?? Al's father-to-be, huh,,?? I've just said mbaaakk,,!!"

Nurul slightly recalled what Azka had said. " Azka look at that time, too,,!!" murmured Nurul when remembering what Azka meant. " You didn't tell anyone, did you, Ka,,??"

" Yes, it depends if Nurul wants to be honest or not a problem with the ring,,!!" Azka was still trying to figure out the answer to her curiosity.

" But you promise, don't tell anyone!! Even to your parents too or your girlfriend especially Dila the same Riki. Okay??"

" In shaa Allah mbak. But if Dila is the same Riki, surely later also kepo mbak if you see the one in your day." pointed Azka.

" Let them be! hhihi," they laughed a little.

" How about mbak? Isn't that what Azka said earlier,,??"

" Yes Kaa, bener. Thank God yesterday someone killed me." replied Nurul.

" What person is mbak?? Still a virgin or a widower? Or still have a wife,,??"

" You are, if you ask strangely!"

" Truly Azka is the question. I'm curious!"

" He's a man here, a man. Ah ah, open a shop! It's time to open this. It's a basket let me do it, you open the shop!" nurul's orders to distract Azka.

" Any ready, Nurul!!" Azka was preparing to open a shop.

Shortly after opening the store some customers began to arrive. Nurul was grateful in his heart. Because that way, the discussion about who the future husband will end for a moment. They are busy with their own work.

At about ten in the morning, a black city car was parked in front of the store. Nurul and Azka knew exactly who the owner of the car was. Listyani Maheswari, the shop owner. He is usually called bu Isti by his employees. He was the first son of the famous businessman in the city, Aditya Mahendra. His family has become one of the most successful businessmen in the city. And has had subsidiaries in major cities in several business fields. He came with his younger brother, Akbar Mahendra.

" Morning by Isti, by Akbar!"

" Morning by Isti, by Akbar!" greet both employees at the same time.

" Yes morning!" Isti replied briefly while Akbar only nodded his head. " Nurul, come with me for a second!" continued Isti.

" Yes ma'am'!" nurul replied obediently. " Bentar ya Ka,,"

" Let's take a minute, Az, you take care of yourself!"

Nurul, Isti and Akbar enter the back of the shop. They entered the small office in the store. " Rul, you sit there!" pinta Isti at Nurul while pointing at a chair in front of the table. Nurul and Isti were facing each other against the table.

" What's wrong, Miss,,?? Can I help you, ma'am'?" ask Nurul.

" Yes there," Isti's tone turned smooth and calm.

" Bar, you sit here!" Isti stood up and asked Akbar to sit on the chair he was in. There were only two chairs in the room. Akbar complied. " Dah, the splinter says! Can yesterday already be told the same mas Aldi" said Isti who now leaned on the table.

" Yes mbak, patience!" answer Akbar. " Nurul, that,,"

" Yes Akbar, what's the matter,,?? Can I help you,,??" nurul asked confused.

" Eeehhmm, this is Rul. All this time, right, I've been saying,, you, you, meemmhh,, you've been helping me,,!!" Akbar turned towards Isti beside him.

" Athaghfirullah Bar,,!!" Isty just shook her head looking at her sister's behavior. But he understood what his sister felt.

" Look, Rul, I think you also know that Akbar's attitude towards you is a little different from the others. Yes Rul, Akbar is interested in you, he puts his heart on you," Isti finally spoke up. Nurul was silent. Nurul was actually aware of Akbar's attitude all along, only that he did not pay more attention to him. He has also often refused the attention of Akbar, but indeed Akbar did not give up just with a small rejection of the attention he gave to Nurul.

" Just right away, Rul, I myself do not want to talk like old people, Isti chuckles for a while trying to melt the atmosphere. " Akbar wants ta'aruf, do you want to be with Akbar?"

Deg. Nurul froze to hear the superior's words. He never thought that Akbar would mean anything serious about his feelings. He bowed. Look at his hands holding each other. He looked at the circular thing on his ring finger and then smiled. " Thank you, God, You give goodness from Your side." Nurul murmured in his heart as he rubbed the beautiful thing.

Nurul raised his head. " Mother Isti, Akbar! Isti bu and Akbar mas have been very good to Nurul all this time, and Nurul will never be able to repay the kindness of Mother' and Mas. Only God can repay him. I am very grateful for the kindness of mother' and mas, but I do apologize to Mother' and Mas, I cannot accept the invitation ta'aruf mas Akbar."

Isti and Akbar were shocked to hear Nurul's words. " But why Rul,,??" asked Akbar in a disappointed tone. " Do I not deserve to be your companion? I accept you as you are, I will also accept your son for sure."

" That's not the reason" replied Nurul slowly.

" Then what is Rul,,?? Or are you not sure I can be a good companion for you?"

" That's not what I mean by Akbar."

" Why then, Rul? All this time as far as I know you've never been close to any man."

" Mas Akbar a good man will get a good woman, too," Nurul paused his words for a moment to think of the right sentence to say. " Akbar, Mas Akbar also know, during this time I always refused the attention of the Akbar mas. I am not big on my head, but I know there is another meaning to the attention Akbar gave me. I refused it all this time, because I did not want to mas Akbar misunderstand with me, because I could not reciprocate the feelings of mas Akbar. I don't have the same feelings that Mas Akbar felt for me." Nurul is still trying to cover up that she's engaged.

" The feeling can grow slowly over time when we are together later!" Akbar is still trying to convince Nurul. His eyes began to glaze over, Isti slowly rubbed his sister's back.

" I'm sorry, but I really can't accept Akbar's offer to take on the word."

" Have you been berta'aruf with someone else Rul,,?" ask Isti. Nurul just shook his head. " And then??"

" I'm sorry Isti, Akbar... I'm engaged, and In shaa Allah will be married soon."

Deg. The two brothers were shocked to hear Nurul's words. Lost is the hope of Akbar so great to prevent the widow to bear one child.

" You lied to me, didn't you, Rul,,?? You just want to reject me for that reason, right,,?? I won't believe it." said Akbar with tears that had fallen down his cheeks.

" If I don't believe it, I can ask my mother in Jogja. Yesterday I got engaged, so not many know. Even Azka only found out this morning because of one shift with me."

" NO, NO RUL. YOU HAVE TO ACCEPT ME!" Akbar shouted making Nurul and Isti stunned. Isti immediately hugged Akbar trying to calm his sister.

" Rul, you can get back to work!" Isti's orders.

" Good ma'am, I'm sorry. Sorry Isti, Akbar's mom." Nurul then left the room and went back to Azka and continued his work.

Isti was still trying to calm Akbar down. He knows very well how the struggle of the sister who finally got the blessing of the mother to berta'aruf with Nurul. It had been the last two years that Akbar had approached Nurul. During that time, he tried to ask his mother for her blessing. But after getting the blessing, it turned out he was too late. The idol of the heart has been betrothed by others and will even soon have his marriage. Everything that happens will happen. And there must be wisdom that we can take from everything that happens.