The Widow's Choice

Truth part 1

"Dek, Dek, Fatimah, Fatimah," Rahman called out to his little sister with a slight shout in front of her room. "Dec is out fast!" snapped Rahman.

Not long the door opened. There was a woman whose hair was a little messy with a face that had just woken up. Fatimah hastily opened the door until she could not wear her hijab. "Why is this Mas Rahman? Early in the morning screaming in front of Fatimah's room. That Rindi is still sleeping mas, if surprised would pity the mas," murmured Fatimah.

"Rindi instead of sleeping with mom downstairs?" ask Rahman.

"Yes, last night we cried mas Ali, so moved to his sleep. Why mas?"

"You're praying yet? If so, meet you in the study." Rahman left Fatimah.

"Mas Rahman was angry like he was," muttered Fatimah. He entered the room and put on his hijab. The day is still a little dark. Rahman had also just returned from the mosque. Fatimah washed her face and went down to see her brother.

While in Nurul's room, Nurul starts to open his eyes due to Rahman's loud screams that are heard from inside the room. Nurul's room and Fatimah's room are close, only one room adrift. He felt his body exhausted. He started to remember what happened last night. He was surprised to find himself not wearing a thread under his blanket. He began to remember one by one the things he had been through last night.

"Astaghfirullah, why can I be like Rahman? O God, where will my face be put? What does Rahman think? Aaaaaaaa,," Nurul stomped her blanket-covered legs. He got up and started to get out of bed to clean up. With the blanket he wrapped around his body, he walked towards the bathroom. Lamenting his stupidity. He was still not aware, that last night he was under the influence of stimulants.

While in Rahman's workroom, Rahman was teaching while waiting for Fatimah to come. Before long, the expected one came. "Why?" fatimah asked after entering her brother's study. Rahman closed his mushaf.

"Now ask you to answer honestly deck! What did you give Nurul last night?" Rahman tried to contain his anger.

"What love is its mother?"

"Reply answer, don't ask!" snapped Rahman.

"Fatimah loves nothing" replied Fatimah, beginning to fear her brother's anger.

"Lied you! And how did the door to the mas room that was locked last night open this morning? Even though last night I was looking for a key in the room did not meet, you are the culprit?"

"Bu-bu-not Fatimah mas,"

"Do you want to do anything?"

"Roman!" Ms. Dira broke up her two children. Fatimah who saw the arrival of the mother immediately took cover behind her back.

Rahman took a deep breath. Trying to quell his anger. "What's the ma'am'?" ask Rahman slowly.

"Why are you? The sun hasn't gone up yet, you're already angry,"

"Sorry ma'am',"

Fatimah whispered something to her mother. "You have returned to your room" Dira commanded Fatimah. Fatimah left Rahman and Dira.

"Eh, where are you going to deck, mas is not finished yet," cried Rahman.

"We're talking in mom's room'!" sahut ma'am Dira.

"Why ma'am'?"

"Mom wants to tell you something!" Rahman followed Dira to her room. After reaching the room, Miss Dira closed the door of her room and sat next to Rahman. Rahman laid his body on his mother's bed.

"What's the ma'am'?" tanya Rahman is still in a sleeping position.

"Mother who asked Fatimah to give stimulant drugs to Nurul last night," Rahman immediately woke up from his position. He looked at his mother's face carefully. He tried to find the face of the lie from her, but he did not find it.

"Why ma'am'?" rahman asked in a disappointed tone.

"So don't be mad at your sister. I want you and Nurul to be happy, that's all,"

"But not in that way ma'am',"

"Now I ask you. After marriage, have you ever done it? Body-related, hasn't it? Never mind doing it, even you guys are still sleeping apart."

Deg. "Mom know?"

"A few days ago, I went out to get a drink, and I saw your door open a little. I originally wanted to close it, but I saw what I didn't want to see. Nurul fell asleep on the couch and you were answering your phone on the top porch. At first I couldn't believe what I saw, but it was true. When yesterday morning I saw a roll of blankets on your bedroom couch, which means Nurul was still sleeping there that night" Dira's eyes began to beekaca-glass. "Are you really unable to accept his presence, son?"

"It's not so mom'. We just need time to get to know each other better and closer" Rahman thought for a moment about what Dira said. "And as for the matter that you said earlier, I don't want to force her ma'am if she's not ready to do it. We've talked about this before,"

"Mom knows, mother's way is wrong. It's just, uh,,"

"It's mom', Rahman understands what mom means. Sorry, Rahman got out of control."

"Let the clear mother go to Nurul later, huh?" Rahman just nodded. Rahman left his mother's room. He accompanies Al and Riko to play in the living room.

Everyone is busy with their own activities. No one realized, Nurul had not yet come out of the room. He even missed his breakfast. Time showed that at almost ten in the morning he still had not left the room. Rahman was actually worried, only that he was confused how to deal with Nurul after what he did last night.

"Where's Nurul Man?" ask mom Dira.

"It looks like it's still in mom's room',"

"Well, you are, how many times was it last night?" whispered Dira's mother in Rahman's ear. Rahman remained silent without answering. Bu Dira then went to Nurul's room.

"Sir, are you in the room?" said Ms. Dira in front of Nurul's room.

"Yes ma'am, just a minute" Nurul replied from inside. Before long the door opened.

"Aren't you papa nduk?"

"Iya bu' Nurul no papa, let's bu' in!" Nurul invited Dira's mother.

They sat on the sofa in Nurul's room. "Why haven't you left the room yet? You sick?" Nurul just shook his head.

"Do you have a fight with Rahman?" Nurul just shook his head.

"I'm sorry for what ma'am',?"

"For last night," Nurul grew confused.

"Last night?"

"Yes, last night," Dira stopped her sentence for a moment and took a deep breath. "Mother told Fatimah to give you a stimulant in your drink last night,"

Nurul who was shocked then closed his hands to his mouth. He tried to remember every strange thing that happened to him. And finally he just realized, what he did last night was because of stimulants. "But why ma'am'?" nurul asked in a stifled voice.

Ms. Dira then told what she told Rahman. Nurul bowed in. Bu Dira waited for how Nurul reacted.

Suddenly Nurul gathered in front of Dira, "Nurul apologizes ma'am, Nurul can not be a good wife for Rahman mas. Nurul can't be the daughter-in-law you want her to be. Nurul is really sorry ma'am, hyks, hyks," her tears have broken. His cheeks were soaked with tears. Bu Dira was surprised to see Nurul who was calm.

"Don't do this! Awake up!" Bu Dira grabbed both of Nurul's arms and led him to sit on the sofa back.

"I'm sorry Nurul bu', hyx, hyx, hyster,"

"Don't apologize, mother, the wrong one has forced you to do it. Rahman explained it to my mother. Mother who should apologize to you," Dira immediately hugged her daughter-in-law. A cry broke out from the two women.

They understand each other's feelings. Calm each other in his arms. For a while, everything calmed down. Bu Dira finally invited Nurul down. Below all had been waiting for the two of them.

"Come on, ' so go to the shop budhe Tari, right?" ask Fatimah.

"O yes, I forgot. Let's get ready, later I introduce to one of my friends. He's the owner of a famous boutique in town,"

"Iya bu'" Nurul went back upstairs to get her bag. After that, everyone went to one of the most famous boutiques in the city.

After thirty minutes of travel, they arrived. The boutique is crowded due to the weekend. They enter the shop and immediately look for the owner.

"Mbak Dira! Let's go in! Well all come yes, a moment yes, I finished this first a little," said Ms. Tari.

"Yes, do it first!" answer mom Dira.

"Wait upstairs first yeah, I'll go upstairs,"

"Ready budhee" replied Fatimah. Everyone went up to the second floor. Resume chat.

Soon bu Tari also followed up. "I'm sorry, it's a busy Sunday,"

"Alhamdulillah it is mbak" said Bu Dira.

"How are you all? And this is,?" bu Tari looked at Nurul.

"This is Nurul, Rahman's wife. And that's Fatih, his son," Dira said, Nurul. Nurul and Al then reached out his hand to greet Bu Tari. Ma Tari welcomed him.

"Beautiful yes, you mbak pinter how," praised bu Tari.

"Alhamdulillah. How's Akbar? Has it been a proposal?"

"Not so mbak, he's been lured by people."

"How about budhe now?"

"It's been better Man, although yesterday was frustrating, but now it's better. He will come here later he said. You guys can talk later. Oh yeah, what's up here, the whole thing?"

"This is mbak, want to order clothes. Make the wedding ceremony Rahman, four more weeks," said Dira.

"You want to make a reception?" tanya ma'am enthusiastic dance.

"Not mbak, just a home study,"

"Oohh, I think there's a reception. Yasudah, let's measure yuk replacean first," bu Tari began to take the measuring instrument. And measure the bodies of all the members of the Dira family.

For a long time they discussed the model of clothing and the color to be worn. Until time does not seem to roll fast. They took turns to pray in the small mushola in the boutique. And missed lunch. But not for Al, Riko and Rindi. They had lunch with Ali because Riko wanted to eat meatballs. Until the time almost shows at two o'clock in the afternoon.

There were footsteps climbing the stairs. "Assalamu'alaikum Maa," said Akbar who had just arrived on the second floor.

"Wa'alaikumussalam, uh has come Bar, here! This is the family of Budhe Dira" replied Bu Tari. Akbar immediately spread his eyes.

"Assalamu'alaikum budhe" said Akbar.

"Wa'alaikumussalam Bar" replied Dira.

"How are you doing, Bar,?" asked Rahman who had been embraced by Akbar who was sitting next to him.

"Well, mas" Akbar answered briefly.

"Eh there's a Budhe Dira? There was a newlywed as well," said Isti who had just arrived. "Where's your wife Man? Not coming?"

"New in the toilet mbak Tya, later also met," said Fatimah.

Ms. Tari went to the toilet. And meet Nurul who just came out. "Nduk already? Yuk budhe knows two mothers!" bu Tari who had finished from the toilet was holding Nurul's arm. They walked together while chatting.

"This is Rahman's wife!" said Bu Tari when he came to the front with Nurul. Everyone looked towards Tari.

"Nurain?" said Isti.

"Mom Isti?" nurul was surprised.