The Widow's Choice

Wearied

With a happy atmosphere, time must feel very fast passing. And Nurul and Rahman. Those who begin to feel comfortable with each other, there is no excessive awkward feeling to make them drift away in an atmosphere called happy. Even a long journey is not boring.

After driving for a few hours, they reached the house of Pastri. They decided to first complete the file management to KUA, after which they will take a short break before finally returning to D****.

"What about nduk?" ask Miss Lastri after they get there.

"Heath bu' alhamdulillah." replied Nurul.

"Alhamdulillah. How's Dira how's Rahman?" ask Miss Lastri to Rahman.

"Alhamdulillah healthy ma'am'. Don't call 'mas' ma'am, just call Rahman."

"Oh yes, I'm sorry! I'm not used to it."

"It's okay ma'am',"

"Yas already ma'am, we went to KUA to take care of the file. Nurul will have to work later too, so as not to be late."

"Yes. Let the spit be done. You're fasting today?" ask Lastri to Nurul.

"That's mom'. No papa ma'am, strong. If not strong, then leave it. Let someone stronger take it, hhihi." Miss Lastri just shook her head at the princess's babbling.

The three of them went to the local Village Office and then to KUA. Before long they had finished taking care of their wedding files. The place, date and time of the marriage contract have also been registered. Now we just have to wait for that day to come.

When they finished, they went back to the house of Pastri. At home, Nita was waiting for them to have lunch together. Nurul was a little exhausted from the trip. He chose to take a nap while everyone was having lunch. Until after lunch and dzuhur prayer, Rahman and Nurul say goodbye to Lastri, Nita and Yudi.

"We go home, ma'am'! Take care of your health!" nurul said while hugging her mother.

"Yes, take care of your health as well. Greetings to Al! Oh yeah, Al hasn't come home yet?" Nurul glanced at the silver-colored watch in his hand.

"Mum's soon, there are additional activities usually on Wednesdays. But at least 30 minutes."

"Oohh yasudah's. Rahman, please say hello to your mother! And here's a little from mom' to your mom!"

"In shaa Allah ma'am'! And thank you for it. We're leaving, ma'am, mbak, mas!" pamit Rahman's.

"Yes careful!" they all answered with the same answer. Not to forget Nurul and Rahman greeted the three of them.

"Assalamu'alaikum!" nurul and Rahman.

"Wa'alaikumussalam!" answer Pastri and the others at the same time.

Nurul and Rahman returned to D****. Rahman played the music again. He chose songs with a little mellow. He slightly watched Nurul who looked sleepy.

"You still sleepy? Go to sleep again! Let's not get tired! You still have to work."

"No mas! Pity mas Rahman later nyetir no friendnya chat, even though there is also a meeting. What if Rahman is sleepy? It's dangerous to drive while sleepy."

"You forgot I was a widower seven years ago? I'm used to driving alone." Rahman was a little self-conceited.

"Yes, yes Duda sir, hhihi." they laughed with their own jokes.

And by not knowing the shame, it did not take long, Nurul was already asleep in his seat. Rahman just smiled to see Nurul who had surfed to his dreamland. Rahman pulled the car over. He took the bag in Nurul's lap and placed it in the back seat. He leaned slightly behind Nurul's seat. Nurul squirmed a little. For a moment he stared at Nurul's face at a very close distance. " Truly sweet face that you often hide this!" Rahman smiled and without realizing it, his face gradually approached Nurul's face.

Rahman realized for a moment, he immediately distanced his face from the widow who was sleeping in his car. " Athaghfirullah, what was I thinking earlier?" Rahman rubbed his face rough. He immediately returned his car.

On the way Nurul woke up. He was really embarrassed to fall asleep for a long time and let Rahman drive himself unaccompanied.

"Sorry Rahman, Nurul overslept earlier," Nurul said, confirming the hijab and her seat. He was still unconscious, the position of his chair leaned slightly back.

"Yes." Rahman answered briefly. "You why? Not comfortable sitting? That's your chair I made a little back, so you're more comfortable sleeping." Nurul realized the position of his chair. He immediately allowed himself to be more comfortable.

"Thank you mas. Eehhmm, mas Rahman why not wake up Nurul from earlier? Nurul slept a long time, right?"

"No papa, let's not get tired later. I still have to work."

"No, I'm not working later. I'm taking a day off today."

"Ooww so!"

"Oh yeah, that's mom' phone when you go to bed. Al've been picked up by mom', now at home with mom'."

"Oh yes, thank you! Later tonight let Nurul pick Al up after work. Sorry ngerepotin mom' same mas Rahman."

"Yes," Rahman smiled. The conversation continued until they arrived at Nurul's workplace.

"Thank you, man! And I'm sorry to take the Al," Nurul said before exiting the car.

"Yes, Nurul! How many more times do you want to say that, huh?" goda Rahman's. Nurul smile.

"Then Nurul went down first mas." Nurul opened the car door. She smiled thanks to Rahman.

Nurul was about to close the door. "Nurul, your bag!". Nurul only realized that his bag was not in his hand. Whether because he was still nervous or indeed his attention was too focused on Rahman, he forgot the bag he had brought. He was looking for his bag. Rahman grabbed it from the back seat. "Nlich!"

Nurul a little whiny. "Hhehe, thanks again Rahman. Assalamu'alaikum!"

"Yes, wa'alaikumussalam." Nurul then closed the car door. Rahman then drove his car away from Nurul.

Nurul watched Rahman's car far away, then he turned and walked towards the minimarket entrance. And when he opened the door, "Ciieeee mbak Nurul ran out on a date yaaaaaa,,!!!" tease all Nurul's friends who turned out to be watching him from inside.

"Astaghfirullahal'adzim," Nurul was surprised not to play because cheered by his friends. Some customers looked in his direction. " Don't ya, I'll go inside first!" Nurul immediately left his three friends.

Dila followed Nurul inside. He immediately interrogated Nurul with many questions. And it's not Nurul if he doesn't cover what has to be covered. After cleaning up for a while, Nurul starts her work with Riki. Dila and Azka had gone home because their working hours were over.

Time keeps going. Nurul's body was starting to get exhausted. Especially tonight the store is quite crowded. Until the time to come home came. After closing the store, Riki first went home with his motorcycle because there was an appointment with his friend. Nurul began to walk her legs down the road home. Streets that began to be quiet from the traffic of vehicles.

"Capek is also today." muttered Nurul while staring at the stalls that had closed. "Astaghfirullah, I have to pick Al up at Rahman's house! Why forget?" Nurul immediately accelerated his pace. It's not good to be too late to visit someone else's house.

Until at the end of the alley into his house, Nurul saw a familiar car parked neatly. There was a man leaning on the front of the car playing his phone. He still faintly saw it. As he got closer, the man became clearer. "Mas Rahman!"

Rahman who faintly heard his name in the name was also looking for a figure who called him. He smiled broadly when he saw the figure in front of him. "Finally home too! It's hard for your life to support your son" Rahman murmured in his heart.

"You just got home?" Rahman. "Super cute as it is? That's why you still want to bring Al home. Sure you can?" tejek Rahman's.

Nurul who was feeling very tired, after hearing Rahman's words he slightly forced away his fatigue. "Not tired of it! I'm sure you can still. Momentarily, Nurul took the bike first at home. After that Nurul invited Al to Rahman's house. I'm so sorry, malem,,"

"So, you are, ngeyel! That's Al just sleeping in the car. Don't take her home!" Nurul also noticed the front seat of the car. And right, Al was sleeping there.

"Let Nurul wakein mas, already nyampe deket house."

"Don't build it, pity him! His schoolwork was a lot, maybe he was exhausted after doing his job. Let me carry it home."

"No need, let Nurul wake up!"

"You want to argue here?" Rahman seduces Nurul. Nurul just shook his head. "Yaudah! If so," Rahman moved to the side of the car and opened the door, took a paper bag and handed it to Nurul. ", you take this, from mom'. Let me carry Al up to his room."

Nurul finally obeyed the words of Rahman Karema did not want to argue on the side of the road. That will only attract people's attention. After arriving home, Nurul opens the door to her house and lets Rahman put Al in her room.

"Yes, I'll go home first. It's from mom', eat it!"

"Yes, thank you. Please also thank Nurul for mom'! And sorry Nurul's a lot of trouble."

"Alright, assalamu'alaikum!"

"Wa'alaikumussalam mas."

Rahman leaves Nurul's house. Nurul closes the door and cleans up and prepares to rest. Not forgetting he opened the gift of Dira and ate it like Rahman's message. Really, a long day for Nurul.

Slowly but surely, the name began to be engraved in the heart. Although not so deep, but the name began to be a concern of the owner of the heart. Let time re-carve it.