The Widow's Choice

Aunt Ida

The night greeted me. The residence of Bu Dira is still crowded by the sound of chatter throughout the residents of the house who are in the family room. "Man, you don't work tomorrow! You are also nduk! Tomorrow aunt Hamidah wants to come." said Miss Dira.

"Tante Hamidah didn't come to Jogja ma'am'?" ask Nurul.

"Noooo! He lives in Surabaya, and indeed yesterday he could not come to Jogja. So tomorrow you're gonna come here with your acquaintance,"

"Tomorrow if Aunt Ida talks macem-macem, don't need to be sadenin ya mbak! The person is fussy like netizens are equally haters," said Fatimah to make Nurul confused. "You don't have to think about it, tomorrow you also know yourself, hhihi"

Nurul immediately called the boss to ask for additional permission one day. So did Rahman, who immediately informed his two friends.

"Mother, Al is sleepy! Al wants to sleep," said Al to his mother after the mother finished calling her boss.

"Yes! Sleeping with your mother!" nurul Sahut.

"CAN'T!" sahut bu Dira and Fatimah together and a little screaming. Everyone was shocked to hear the screams of the two women. All eyes were on those sitting side by side.

"Why ma'am'?" nurul asked confused.

"Oh, why? There's no way I'm telling you about my granddaughter's first night," Dira's mom tried to find an excuse.

"And Al had said mbak, want to learn independently. Anyway, Nurul's room is next to Al's room, it's impossible that Al ilang!" sahut Fatimah.

"Riko can sleep together and Al can't Ummah?" riko diverted her attention.

"May dong darling! But Rindi can't! Then you're afraid you'll kick your brothers into bed, okay, baby?" Rindi nodded.

"Rindi slept with Oma aja yuk!" bring mom Dira.

"Yes Oma, Rindi wants," the little girl who has not even turned five years old immediately grabbed the body of the grandmother.

"Yaudah, later if there is anything call Mother yes in the next room! Don't be naughty with Riko's deck!" nurul's Message.

"Ready Mother dear!"

Everyone finally got out of their seats. And headed to his room to rest.

Inside the room, Nurul was nervous. "Did I sleep in the same bed as Rahman? But here there is only one bed, even though the size is very large. Oruu, I sleep on the couch. I picked up a blanket on the cupboard, I think I saw a blanket there." Nurul is really not ready if you have to share a bed with a man whose status is her husband.

Rahman, who had just received a phone call, went into his room and found Nurul asleep on the sofa in his room. "Why did he sleep there?" Rahman walked over to Nurul. He observed Nurul's face without makeup. "Indeed sweet, even without makeup," Rahman smiled.

Nurul was a little distracted. He opened his eyes and found Rahman half-couching while looking at him. Nurul was surprised, "Mas Rahman?". He immediately got up and sat himself down. "What's wrong?"

"Why don't you sleep in bed?" Rahman straightened his body.

"Eh,,?? Eng-not mas. That, that, that, that's the bed of Rahman, if Nurul sleeps there fear he will disturb the rest of Rahman. Nurul sleeps here. The sofa is also comfortable for sleeping, Nurul was able to sleep immediately, hhehe. So Rahman can rest comfortably in bed. In shaa Allah, Nurul if you sleep quietly, no noise!" Rahman smiled at Nurul's words. He understood that his wife might not be ready and used to sleeping with strangers.

"A bed that big, still fit really if you sleep together. Your body is small, my sleep will not be disturbed if only the two of you. Moreover, you said just now, you sleep no noise, what is disturbing try?" Rahman smiled mischievously, bending his body and bringing his face closer to Nurul's face.

"Nuruuul,,,"

"Hhahaha, you're really adorable when you're nervous. Relax, I won't force you. I know it takes time and that process takes time" Rahman sat himself in the chair. "We've also known each other for a long time, this must all feel awkward, don't we?" Nurul just nodded his head.

"I feel awkward about you, too. It's just, are we gonna keep feeling awkward with each other, aren't we?" Rahman paused his sentence. "Well, sleep in bed, I'll sleep on the couch. It's not good to let you sleep on the couch."

"Well, Nurul sleeps on the couch. Mas Rahman could sleep on the bed as usual, "Nurul rushed to lay down his body back and pulled the blanket.

"Yes, rest! If you feel uncomfortable, move to sleep on the other side of the bed!"

"Yes, thank you" the newlyweds ended their little conversation and took a break. Tired after a day struggling with unusual things.

...****************...

Morning's approaching. Everyone has woken up with a new spirit. We are preparing to welcome some guests.

"Assalamu'alaikum mbak Dira," said a woman who had just got out of her car.

"Good mbak. Well, no reception, huh? It's quiet, anyway,,"

"There's no plan, I don't know what's going on. Let's go in first!" bring mom Dira. They then entered the house followed by several other guests who had also got out of the car.

"Nduk Nurul, come here for a second!" bu Dira called Nurul who was helping Tum mbok prepare a drink. Nurul immediately approached her mother-in-law. "Dik, this is Rahman's wife, Nurul. And that's playing with Rindi, Fatih, his son," Nurul also extended his hand to greet his guests.

"Assalamu'alaikum aunt, I'm Nurul,"

"Yes, you can call me Aunt Ida," Aunt Ida was a little uncomfortable to Nurul. "Mistake your choice?" bu Ida observed Nurul from top to bottom.

Bu Dira stared intently at Ida. Nurul retreats first to call Al to welcome the guests with him. Nurul and Al also welcome guests who are none other than children, daughters-in-law and grandchildren of Ida's mother. Ms. Ida has three children, one of whom lives in D****. Some neighbors and other relatives began to arrive.

"Nurul, where did you meet Rahman? How could Rahman marry you?" ask Ida on the sidelines of their conversation.

"The meeting in front of this house is Auntie," answered Nurul honestly.

"How can Rahman marry you? What pellets are you wearing? Which man's shaman? You must have paid dearly, cih,"

"The shaman's here Auntie!" sahut Fatimah. All the guests turned to Fatimah. He was standing next to Dira.

"I'm the shaman of the deck, I know Rahman to Nurul. Is it great for shamans? And yes, Nurul paid a lot to get married to Rahman."

"You're horrifying yourself Man? Your wife bribed your mother so she could marry you. He only wants your property, let his social status rise, can live a good life without having to work anymore, you HYPOCRITE! cih," said Ida while pointing at Nurul with her index finger. Everyone was shocked to hear Ida's words. No exception Nurul.

"Is that true for Nurul?" ask some people to Nurul.

Nurul's tears began to pool in her eyes. Spicy words from the mouth of Ida's mother still come out. He doesn't know what to answer. Because he had never thought of such a thing until now. But this is what he was once afraid of. His social status will be a problem for Dira's family.

It was not Nurul the weak woman, it was just that, the slander was extremely painful. Although she had been vilified by others before, she was still a gentle woman of her heart. It will still feel pain if the slander comes to him.

"Sorry aunt, I really don't know what my fault is on you. We just got to know each other, too. But why does aunt seem to hate me so much? What's my fault with you auntie? Or to your family?" nurul asked while holding back her tears.

"You still ask? You are not much different from the beggars out there, who just want to live a good life from the work of others. You bribe Mbak Dira with your innocence so that she can be Rahman's husband and enjoy her wealth. Aye right? Basic women do not know themselves, from the outside it looks good, wear a big hijab, but his heart is very despicable, cih!" accuse mom Ida with her cynicism.

"Mother is not like that!" al shouted out loudly from the direction of the backyard door.

Nurul immediately ran over to Al. Her tears started to drip. He quickly rubbed it. "Al, can't yell at Ima Ida! Mommy never taught you like that, now apologize to Oma!" nurul's orders.

"But motheraa,,"

"Quick apologise to Ima Ida! Come with Mother too," Nurul embraces the son approaching Ida's mother.

"Fatih apologizes Oma, because it was shouting at Oma," said Al slightly lowered his head.

"I'm sorry aunt, if there is a word I said that hurt the aunt. I also want to apologize for my son's disrespectful attitude,"

"Mom and son are the same! huh," Ida's mom left Nurul and Al. But immediately his arm was blocked by Miss Dira.

"You know what Hamidah Nurul paid to be Rahman's wife? Nurul paid with sincerity and sincerity to receive treatment from people like you. Was he mad at you after you insulted him? Did he hurt you after you stepped on his pride? NO. NOPE. He even apologized to you and did not reply to what you did to him. You never changed Da," everyone started to gossip about Ida's attitude.

"Basic licker," Ida cursed at Nurul.

"Quite aunt!" snapped Rahman. "Aunty is at my house, so please take care of the aunt's attitude! And if I hear another one of my aunt's bad words about my wife and son, don't blame me if I end up throwing the aunt out of this house." Angry Rahman who somehow since when has been behind Nurul.

"Mas Rahman istighfar! Don't be like that, auntie mas!" bujuk Nurul's. Rahman then looked at Nurul's face whose eyes and nose started to turn red.

"Astaghfirullah," Rahman took a deep breath. "I'm sorry everyone, for the incident that just happened. Please resume the conversation!" said Rahman who then invited Nurul to return to the room.

Nurul and Rahman calmed down in their camp. Before long they had gone back down to meet the para. Al has returned to play with Riko and Rindi accompanied by Ali. Fatimah and Miss Dira were also chatting with others.

Towards the dzuhur all the guests began to say goodbye home. No exception for Ida and her family. Everyone was acting normal, like nothing happened. Because they understand, if a Rahman gets angry about something, it's not a good thing. They chose silence and did not bring it up.

A small test just passed. We need to understand each other and understand each other in a relationship. Not to forget, trust and honesty must also be in it. To be more solid, build that relationship.