The Widow's Choice

Akad

Destinies. No one knows except the Creator. We as human beings need only be grateful for what God has given us. It can be a test of kindness or bitterness.

The days have passed again. Until this afternoon, Nurul is preparing to return to Jogja with Al for an event that will take place in two days. Marriage certificate. Nurul had previously sought permission from his superiors for a two-day holiday. Isti actually gave Nurul a five-day holiday permit, but Nurul refused. He does not feel good with his friends if he has to take too long off. Because of the limited number of employees. Isti finally received Nurul's permission request, but still gave him leeway, considering his holiday permit this time to get married.

Not many neighbors know that Nurul is getting married. Just Tika, next door neighbor of Nurul's house. She is also the mother of Dila. He has always understood the situation of Nurul.

After driving on his motorbike, Nurul arrived in Jogja when the night began to dissolve. He then rested. Prepare for tomorrow.

Two days passed. This morning Nurul was being treated by a salon owner who was hired by Lastri. He lived in the house of his neighbor whose house was closer to the mosque. He also wears a white dress. The game was delivered by Miss Dira the night before. The game that Dira had ordered was specifically for Nurul. Simple yet very elegant. Silk-styled glue combined with brukat cloth as a long vest with a strap at the waist. Do not forget a large hijab that covers the chest to the stomach and a tiara that is perias pinned on his head as a complement to his appearance. Also a long jasmine flower arrangement hung on his right neck. All of that looks very fitting when Nurul wears it.

The clock shows at 09.45am. There were five cars seen arriving and parked it around the house of Lastri. The passengers began to look down. A man in a white shirt and a black tuxedo. That looks so handsome and handsome. All relatives of the Lastri and some neighbors who were asked to help by the Lastri maam began to greet the guests. Welcomed him with joy.

"Well, it's not like lastri is a rich man!" say one of the neighbors.

"Yes, it's lucky that Nurul has a husband who can do that. Another handsome," said the person near him.

That's some of the chatter of the neighbors of Lastri who just found out the candidate for the iron. They were quite surprised to see the prospective neighbour. Given Nurul's ex-husband who was just an ordinary person was much different from her current future husband.

Two cars were also parked there. One car contained the family of Nurul's former in-laws and the other contained the family of Nurul's late father. Nurul was an orphan four years ago. After divorcing his mother fifteen years ago for one thing, the father ended up getting sick a lot. When Nurul got divorced from her husband, her condition worsened until she finally breathed her last breath. A tough test for Nurul at the time. But all Nurul can pass with the attention of all his family.

All warmly welcomed. Until the penghulu came. He immediately went to the place of the marriage contract that had been set. At the Nurul Huda Mosque, the mosque in the village of Lastri. The bridegroom and all the guests followed the ruler to the mosque. Not many know, especially the guests, that Nurul has actually been in the mosque since earlier with Nita, her brother. At the request of Dira, Nurul will not meet with Rahman if the ijab qobul event has not been completed. Bu Dira was afraid, if Rahman met with Nurul before the qobul ijab was completed, then the focus of his son would turn to his son-in-law's candidate and his qobul ijab event would fail, it would be troublesome. (Truly yes bu Dira it, there-there's only reason 🤫🤭).

All prepared. All sat on the floor with prayer rugs that are common for prayer. Guests get ready with cameras and their individual feelings. Penghulu has also prepared to shake Rahman's hand as the judge's guardian because the family has handed him over to the party from KUA. Rahman was actually very nervous. Although this was not her first experience, it was still a sacred one. While in one of the sealed rooms inside the mosque, Nurul's hands began to sweat coldly. His feelings are really nervous. Nita tried to calm him down.

"Where's the bride?" ask the ruler.

"Later, the lady's bride. Let the qobulnya ijab be finished first" replied Dira who was beside Rahman. Penghulu nodded her head.

"Awas Man, don't repeat. Shame is the same cat," taunted Burhan who was not far from Rahman.

"Yes man. If it's to repeat, I send you to the interior of Papua for a honey moon!" continued Shodiq who was enthusiastic about teasing his best friend. Rahman just kept quiet and couldn't help but babble his two best friends.

"Are you ready Rahman?" ask penghulu.

"In shaa Allah sir, I am ready!" rahman replied firmly.

"Brother Rahman Abdullah bin Khairil Abdullah" said the ruler, shaking his hand, which shook Rahman's hand.

"I am," Rahman answered steadily.

"I marry and marry you to Nurul Almira bint Sudarmadi's sister with a prayer kit and a prayer hall and a diamond jewelry set, paid for in cash!" ijab was also spoken by pengulu.

"I accepted his marriage and marriage, Nurul Almira bint Sudarmadi with the mascawine in cash," Rahman answered his qobul smoothly.

"How are the witnesses?" ask penghulu.

"BABEHH!" everyone says one word at the same time. Penghulu then recited a do'a for the bride and all present also amiininya. Tears have also flowed profusely from the eyes of the two middle-aged women who have now officially become besan and some guests. Rahman was relieved to have done his best until everything went well. No tears flowed down her cheeks. No different than two women in hiding. They were crying and happy because the ijab qobul went well. Nita tried to run her sister. Wiping the tears that fell on her cheeks.

"The cry! Cook will you meet your ugly husband later?" Nita seduces Nurul.

Tok, tock, tock

"Come nduk!" sounds from outside the room.

"Yes aunt!" nita Sahut. "The cry! Come outside! I was waiting for that. That's mask!" Nita handed over a mask that had been released when in the room. Nurul also accepted and wore it. They left the room and entered the mosque. Nita slowly led Nurul. All eyes were on the two women who were walking towards the small table where the ijab qobul had taken place. Nurul lowered his gaze. He then sat down beside Rahman who had been waiting for him.

Rahman had seen Nurul's eyes that were not covered by a mask. "Why are those eyes still sober, even if they're a little red from crying like that?" rahman murmured in his heart.

"Please Mas Rahman and Mbak Nurul, checked and signed first the marriage book!" penghulu.

Rahman and Nurul then completed the signing of the file given by the penghulu. "It belongs to Rahman and it belongs to Nurul!" penghulu handed over the marriage book belonging to Rahman and Nurul. "Now Nurul can shake hands and kiss Rahman's hands! It is halal, mbak" said penghulu.

"Open the mask!" said Miss Dira. The two brides were still silently nailing. No one moves a little. Until Ali approached the brother and shifted his body slightly to face Nurul. And Nurul who had also been shifted by Fatimah faced Rahman. (A understanding sister yaaa,😁)

"Mas, that's the mask Nurul opened! If Nurul's own mother is open, trouble later. If the hook is stuck in the tiara, it's troublesome," whispered Ali in Rahman's ear. Everyone is waiting for what will happen.

"Gee, the bride is equally shy!" chirps a guest.

Rahman also emboldened himself. "Can I open your mask?" ask Rahman. Nurul just nodded. Nurul lowered his head even more. Slowly Rahman grabbed the mask hook that was behind his head. Until slowly the mask was released from Nurul's face. Nurul slightly raised his head. Rahman could see that face. Face with natural makeup that is flawless, making the face look so beautiful. Rahman looked at Nurul's face. "God, what a beautiful Thy words" said Rahman cirih that can be heard by Nurul. Nurul was shocked to hear Rahman's words. He lifted his head and looked at Rahman. Rahman smiles. Nurul blushed in embarrassment.

All eyes were on the bride whose mask had been removed. Everyone praised him even the relatives and neighbors of Lastri. The Nurul they know is a simple woman and does not like to dress up. But this is so different. Although only with natural makeup, Nurul looks very beautiful.

"Sir, let's shake his hand and Rahman continues to be kissed" said Fatimah with his prank. Nurul looked at Fatimah. "Udah kosher mbak, hhihi," goda Fatimah.

Rahman extended his right hand. Nurul is still trying to manage her feelings. His hands were shaking and sweating. Although she was once someone's wife, but for so long she had never come into contact with one who was not her mahram again. Nurul rubbed his right hand on the robe he was wearing. She reached out her right hand and welcomed her husband. He gathered all his courage until the two hands began to meet each other. Their hearts are racing great. Blood flow seemed to flow so fast in their bodies. The silent atmosphere they felt. Only the sound of each heartbeat they heard. Slowly Nurul starts to pull Rahman's hand and kiss the back of his hand. Nurul's body squeezed out instantly. He almost fell when it felt like there was a flow of electricity entering his body. He was holding her back on his left hand.

"Aren't you papa?" asked Rahman who saw Nurul's situation. Nurul nodded slowly with his right hand still shaking each other. Rahman slowly kissed Nurul's head and did not forget to recite a prayer for him. Nurul was really trying to stay awake. Because none of this ever imagined would happen.

Nurul started to raise his head. Because some people started clapping and cheering. Miss Dira then pulled out a small box. Then he opened it. A pair of cincn with blue sapphire is inside. Rahman took one of the rings and put it on Nurul's ring finger. Nurul was surprised to see his ring. He soon regained his senses after Dira reached out the small box to him. He immediately took the ring in the box and put it on Rahman's finger. The audience was more excited and applauded. The photo session began. Everyone was very enthusiastic about taking pictures with the bride and groom.

After a long time, the photo session began. Until the guests have returned to the house of Pastri. Only the two brides lived along with the Lastri and Dira ma'am.

"Bu', Rahman wants to pray first with Nurul. Mama' can go home first," Rahman said to his two mothers. Nurain? He was obviously surprised by Rahman's words.

"Jude, we're back! Don't wait, pity the guest!" order mom Dira. Rahman nodded. Miss Dira and Miss Lastri left the newlyweds at the mosque.

"We pray first. Are you wudhu?" rahman asked Nurul.

"Then it was! Nurul has not been canceled from earlier." replied Nurul embarrassed.

"Yeah, I'm wudu for a second." Rahman released his tuxedo. And roll up his shirt sleeves. He immediately sought ablution for men. When they are finished, they then perform the sunah prayer. Finish praying, "May I kiss your forehead?" rahman asked when Nurul had just kissed Rahman's hand.

Nurul raised his face. Look at the man in front of him. "He is now my husband" Nurul said. He then nodded. Rahman slowly began to approach Nuril and kissed her forehead. Do not forget his hands to look up while praying to the Power.

A romance? With a halal partner, what's wrong? Rahman actually had a good religious knowledge. Since childhood, he has been given religious knowledge by his parents. In fact, not infrequently there are several offers to fill the study in the mosque complex of his house. But because of the busy work, Rahman rarely accepted the offer.