The Widow's Choice

Receive each other

The sky still looked clear until late afternoon. As if to feel the happiness of the two families, so that the sky did not want to show its black clouds. Escort the journey of a newlywed couple to where they will share the joys and sorrows of tomorrow and beyond. The sound of I looked at the Ashar Adhan was heard in the middle of the line of vehicles passing by.

"Sholat first Li!" rahman said to Ali who was driving.

"Yes, let's find the mosque first!" reply Ali briefly while looking at the side of the road if there is a mosque.

"There's an SPBU! We just pray there!" invite Rahman when seeing a large enough SPBU with a large mosque dome in the area. Ali then turned his car towards the SPBU area. That was followed by that car that was Dira's mom.

Nurul wakes up Al who is asleep in the back seat with Riko and Rindi. "Biarin mbak, Al let Riko sleep with Rindi in the car" said Fatimah.

"No deck, must be familiarized from now diligent prayer. If sleep is built up, it should not be bargained," replied Nurul who was still shaking Al's body.

"Mbak Nurul is top!" puji Fatimah's. He also wakes Riko and Rindi. Finally the three occupants of the rear seat was up and came down from the car. Al immediately followed Rahman and Ali to the mosque. Riko and Rindi are still sulking at Fatimah. Nurul went to the toilet to freshen up for a moment.

After the prayer, "Al, here!" Rahman called Al to sit next to him in one corner of the mosque.

"Yes,, eemmm," Al was a little confused.

"Why you?" ask Rahman.

"Eemmm, om Rahman is married to Mother. So now Rahman is Al dong's father?" ask Al in doubt.

Rahman smiled at Al's question. "Yes, continues?"

"Al now has a new father kaaannn,, eeemmm, can Al not call Rahman a father?" al's voice shrank with fear.

"May," answered Rahman happily. The eyes of the eight-year-old boy instantly sparkled. He then aligned his height with Rahman, with a half-standing position and stretched out his hands.

"Aaaayyaahhh!!" Al yelled out loud enough to be happy and hugged Rahman. It holds him very tightly. Rahman was shocked to receive treatment from the boy. They were stared at by several people who were inside the mosque. No exception to Ali.

The two men who were hugging each other expressed their happiness. Tears wet their cheeks. Al, a child who misses the figure of a father in his daily life. While Rahman, a man who loved the figure of a child and there is a small hope in his heart so that someone called him 'father' someday.

And now, their wishes are realized. Although they do not have blood ties, they accept each other wholeheartedly. "God, O God, is Your gift beautiful. And Al, I promise you I won't forget this moment till now. You are the first to call me father son," they embrace more tightly. (tissue where the tissue 😥, othor meweks nulis part is 😭, emang othornya cry anyway but 😫).

Bu Dira, Fatimah, mbok Tum and bu Alfi (wife of Pak Harto) who saw the small incident also shed tears. They know very well how Rahman lives, who desperately wants the presence of a child in his life. Given Rahman's condition with his illness. They know Rahman must be very happy at the moment. Ali, who was close to Rahman, patted her on the back and hugged her.

In front of the mosque, there was a woman who was also watching the incident. Her cheeks were covered in a mask and the white veil she was wearing had been wet from tears. Yes, tears of happiness. He doesn't know how to express his feelings. Yes, it's Nurul. He was happy to see his only son happily accepting his new father figure. And apparently, her new husband was able to accept her son very happily. "God, O God, is Your gift beautiful. I never thought this day would come. The day when the son of the servant can get a new father who accepts him as he is. May You always give us other good, Aamiin."

All have finished performing prayers. Now prepare to continue the journey home. Bu Dira's car has left SPBU first.

"Mbak Nurul is praying?" ask Fatimah when she gets into the car.

"I'm coming on deck month" replied Nurul.

"Yes deck, it was about time to leave here,"

"Hhahaha,,," Ali's laughter distracts. "Patience, hhaha!" Ali patted Rahman's shoulder gently. Rahman did not respond to Ali's remarks. Nurul and Fatimah still do not understand what Ali said.

"Mas, replace the mistress!" ali told Rahman who was ready to open the car door. He just shut up and switched to the steering wheel. Al, Riko and Rindi have got into the car first. Nurul and Fatimah were ready to enter. But Ali prevented Nurul from getting into the car.

"Eh no Nurul," call Ali. Nurul undoes his intention to get in the car and turns to Ali. "Mbak Nurul is sitting in front of me, I want to sleep!" Ali was slightly sulking at Nurul.

"Can you in front Li?" answer Nurul. Fatimah who understood her husband's intentions, only giggled at Nurul's expression.

"In front of the glare mbak, good in the back when sleeping. Yes, yes, yes, yes! Anyway this Rahman mas in front, hhihi. While chatting casually, "Ali reasoned.

Nurul's cheeks are hot. If only his skin was white, it would have been very blushing that the cheeks of the former widow. Without waiting for an answer from Nurul, Ali immediately opened the front door for Nurul and invited Nurul to enter. Nurul finally relented to Ali. He sat in the front seat next to Rahman. Ali sat in the back seat of Nurul. They also continued their journey back.

Dusk had arrived when Rahman's car reached his home. Miss Dira who had arrived first, she waited for the arrival of her son, daughter-in-law and granddaughter to arrive impatiently. When they arrived, Miss Dira was cleaning up.

Rahman stopped his car right in front of the house. All the down turns, after that Rahman then parked his car in the garage. Ali and her small family had entered the house, Nurul detained Al before entering the house. He aligned his height with Al, resting on his knees.

"Al, we'll stay here from now on. But inget yes, this is not Al's house. This is oma's and dad's house. Al can't be naughty! Be a good boy, son!" Nurul hugged Al for a moment. "Get in with your right foot and don't forget to pray, yes,,!!" nurul's Message. Al nodded obediently then left Nurul alone in front of the house.

Rahman who had just finished parking his car saw the small incident and smiled. "O Allah, is he really the angel that you sent for the servant? What power are You, O God," Rahman murmured as he walked slowly toward his wife.

Nurul has stood back. He saw a two-story house in front of him. A new house a month ago he visited without planning. One month ago he came as a guest in the house, but now he will stay in the house as a daughter-in-law, wife and mother. "O Allah, Your power is great. What has happened to my servant to this day, all of your will. Always bestow Your blessings on everyone you love. Bless the marriage of the servant this time O Allah. Make a good daughter-in-law servant to Dira's mother, and a good wife to Rahman's mother, Aamiin."

"Why you?" rahman asked right next to Nurul's face when he arrived next to her. Nurul turned to Rahman in surprise. Rahman, who still aligned his face with Nurul's face, could not avoid Nurul who turned his head suddenly. The two noses met without being asked. Both surprised. Rahman then straightened his head. He tried to cover up his expression of surprise.

"Why not go in? Is there anything left in the car?" ask Rahman.

"Neither mas," Nurul replied stammered as he was still nervous.

"From now on you will live here, so this house is also your home. Come inside!" said Rahman who was only answered with a nod of the head by Nurul.

Nurul prayed in his heart. When he was about to step on his right leg, he saw Rahman's hand holding his tuxedo. "I'm sorry, let Nurul's suit be carried," Nurul reached out his right hand.

Rahman looked over and slightly bowed his body. "This let me bring it myself. Oruu, you bring it, and I'll 'take' you into the house?" Rahman teases Nurul with a hand that prepares to carry him bridal style. Nurul's eyeballs are perfectly patterned.

"Ehem, ahem," the voice of a deheman so familiar to the newlyweds distracted them. They turned to the source of the sound. It appears that a middle-aged woman is leaning on the door of her house with both hands folded on her chest while watching the behavior of the newlyweds. Miss Dira must be. Rahman immediately re-enforced his position.

"You guys, you're just getting married! If you want romance in there, not here! There's a little kid too, inget!" murmur Dira while holding back laughter. "Let's go in! Your bag has been brought in Slamet sir," invited Dira while approaching Nurul.

Bu Dira immediately took Nurul's arm and invited him into the house. Rahman followed them behind. They had been awaited by the others in the living room. A moment of unwinding with laughter along with the rest of the house.