The Widow's Choice

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The roar of the vehicle engine filled the streets. Forcing each road user to share with each other. Creating a groove, which Allah has actually assembled to such an extent.

Rahman's car just came out of the parking lot of the food stall he stopped by. Suddenly his phone rang. " Nurul, can you please see who called! The streets are crowded."

Nurul picks up Rahman's phone which Rahman accidentally puts on his left.

Burhan is calling...

"Burhan mas" Nurul read the name on Rahman's phone.

"In a moment, I'll grab my wireless earphones," Rahman reached for something near the lever of his gear panel. He placed it in his left ear and began his call. Nurul then put his phone back.

"Assalamu'alaikum's chat. Why early in the morning?"

"Wa'alaikumussalam's chat. Tumben hasn't reached the office yet?"

"I didn't go to the office today. There's business to be resolved. You're the same Shodiq as a regular kayak handle!"

"Where? Tumben sudden?"

"Dating! Cook yes I date must say goodbye to you guys, it's not funny either." Nurul turned to Rahman.

"Waaahhh, this is a widower! Ask to be circumcised again is it his junior so that can not macem-macem? Maen ninggalin work that is not a part!"

"Diem ah, interrupt this! There are no scheduled meetings today either."

"Whatever!"

"That's dong from earlier! Yaudah, the road is rame again, I bring a car. If you don't focus, then!"

"That makes no focus next to tuu, hhaha" and tut,, tut, tut. Call suddenly disconnected. Rahman took off his earphones.

"I'm sorry, Rul, my personal assistant. He's kind of cheeky." said Rahman.

"Yes, I'm not papa. But if nyebelin why is still a personal assistant mas? New?" ask Nurul who has begun to lose his nervousness.

"He's actually been my friend since High School. Me, Burhan and Shodiq were close friends from High School until now. Shodiq became my secretary, Burhan my personal assistant. In our office it's like that, but outside it we're close friends." explained Rahman.

"Great friendship." Nurul smile.

Rahman glanced at that smile. " Why didn't you eat? Do you like soto? Why not say?"

"Not me, not that."

"Then? You haven't had breakfast, have you? Or did you actually eat at home?"

"Not yet mas, Nurul also had not eaten earlier at home."

"Keep why not eat? You're not fasting anymore, are you?" Nurul.

"Lies of sin, my reward of satisfaction is diminished. No lie will be caught immediately. My worship is enough me and Allah knows," Nurul murmured.

"Why diem? You fasting huh? Why not say?" Rahman kept asking.

Nurul just smiled, not responding to Rahman's question. Rahman also seemed to get an answer to his question.

"What are you fasting for? Oh, man, it's Wednesday. That's definitely not a Monday-Thursday fast. Fasting Ayyamul bidh also not, because last night the crescent moon." Rahman smiled his small smile and turned to look at Nurul, "You're fasting, huh?"

Nurul turned to Rahman. Their eyes are intertwined. It was as if they were speaking without speaking. "How long has it been?" tanya Rahman made Nurul aware.

"Oh, he'll be my husband soon. I don't want to have to ask her permission if I want to continue." Nurul finally confessed. "Yes mas. If asked since when, actually since before Nurul married. But had stopped because of pregnancy and breastfeeding Al. After you finish breastfeeding, then try to get used to the Monday-Thursday fast. And finally just started another fast of David."

"You're great." praise Rahman.

"Ah not mas. This is all nothing compared to the sins that Nurul has practiced before."

"Every human being has committed a sin. As long as he finally regained consciousness and repented, there must be a path of kindness for him."

"Thank you, sir."

"Oh yes, later from Jogja we go home. Waiting for mom', she said she wanted to see you."

"Sorry Nurul can't. Nurul today does not take holidays, just change shifts. Later coming home from Jogja Nurul must enter work. Please apologize Nurul for mother'." explained Nurul.

"Then how's Al? Alone at home until you get home from work? What time do you come home from work?"

"Yes mas. Nurul came home about ten and a half hours a night. Last night Nurul was clear to Al kok. Also Nurul never enter the night, definitely enter the day usually."

"Eh no need mas, then even ngerepotin bu Dira same mas Rahman. Al is not in my own house."

"No papa Rul. I must also be happy that Al can play at home. Later tonight let me drive Al home when you get home from work."

"But mas,,," Nurul tried to resist.

"There's no buts. You're also calm if Al isn't home alone?"

"Yes, too" Nurul thought of what Rahman said. " Why does Pinter persuade people? huhh,,"

"Yaudah, let Al be picked up by mom when she gets home from school."

"But later on let Nurul who picked up Al at home mas Rahman after returning home from work, do not need to take her Al home. Cook ngerepotin mas Rahman continues?

"Aren't you tired?"

"No, not papa. It's not comfortable to keep ngerepotin mas Rahman."

"Not exactly repotin. No papa."

"Not for me! Let's go back to work Nurul who invited Al to Rahman's house."

"We're going to SPBU for a minute." Rahman switched the conversation when he saw the SPBU on the side of the road. The atmosphere was starting to feel unsettled.

"Yes, um." Rahman's car then entered the SPBU area quite large. There's a queue of cars ahead. "Sorry, Nurul wants to go to the toilet first."

"Yes, please. Do I need to be with you?" goda Rahman's.

"Yes. Still day, brave, hhihi" Nurul giggles to surprise Rahman. Nurul got out of the car and looked for a toilet. Rahman refueled his car.

When he finished, Nurul had not returned from the toilet. He chose to park his car near the toilet. His phone rings again.

Mother's is calling...

"Assalamu'alaikum ma'am'?"

"Wa'alaikumussalam's chat. Did you eat Nurul?"

"Already mom'. But Rahman only ate alone because Nurul was fasting David."

"What's? He fasted David?"

"Yes ma'am'. And it turns out that Nurul today is not off work ma'am'. So Al's gonna be home alone till night."

"*I*yaa, let me pick up Al when I get home from school."

"Yes ma'am'. Yasudah ma'am, it's Nurul finished from the toilet. Rahman continues his journey."

"Yes. Careful yeah! Tell Nurul not to worry about Al, I'll pick him up!"

"Yes ma'am'. Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumussalam." The call ended just as Nurul got near Rahman.

"Have finished? Let's go again!"

"Yes mas." They got into the car and went on to Jogja. Rahman deliberately did not involve his personal assistant in his marriage affairs this time. He didn't want to be the bully of his two friends. Hhaha, strange is not the reason. Because that is how they are close.

"Listening music?" ask Rahman.

"Whose car is this?" Nurul asked Rahman.

"My car!" rahman replied in wonder.

"Yasudah! Please! This is not Rahman's own car, mas do not need permission to Nurul right? hhih"

"Eh, hhaha. You are also you!" they are getting used to each other's presence. It has to dong! Cook like people don't know each other.

"Like a manca song or indo?"

"Depends on mood. Partly at work also every day on the scramble for each favorite play. Nurul just come along."

Rahman started to turn on the music player in his car. They were swept away by Rahman's play list. Which turns out Nurul also likes Rahman's play list. Even they can while a small humming follow the strains of the song being played.

Slowly but surely. They enjoy their togetherness. Although not too close and can be open to each other with feelings, but they can start to feel comfortable with each other. Could this be a good start to their relationship??