The Widow's Choice

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The sky is so dark. That night there were no stars and no moon to accompany him. Only a cloud is ready to spill raindrops to accompany the night sky.

Like Nurul's heart that feels cloudy. She is confused by Rahman's cold attitude towards her. "What is my fault, God? Why is Rahman so cold and even avoid me? I have to talk to him, whatever the risk," Nurul murmured as the night began to dissolve. Ms. Dira and Al had rested in her room.

Rahman is still in his study. Every night he would be in his study late. He would return to his room after Nurul fell asleep and left before Nurul woke up. Yes, Rahman tried to avoid Nurul. He was still thinking about what he had done to Nurul that night. He feels guilty to her. He did not know how to express his feelings and apologized to his own wife.

Tok, tock, tock, tock,

"Who hasn't slept? What mother?" rahman murmured in his study. "Lake in!" sahut Rahman's.

The door is open. Nurul came in with a tray containing one drink and a snack. "Nurain?" Rahman was surprised to see his wife coming.

"You haven't slept?" ketus Rahman's. Nurul stopped his steps hearing Rahman's tone.

"Sorry mas, there is something Nurul wants to talk to mas Rahman. Does Rahman have time?"

"Put the tray on the table. And say what you want to talk about!"

Nurul immediately put his tray on the table near the sofa in Rahman's office. "I'm sorry, Nurul wanted to ask you something. Was Rahman angry with Nurul?"

Rahman who was still busy with his laptop, immediately stopped everything. He stood up and walked towards the bookshelf in his room. It was like looking for something. He glanced at his wife a little.

"Sorry, did Rahman deliberately avoid Nurul? Was Nurul's fault so great that Rahman was so angry and avoided Nurul?" nurul's eyes began to glaze over. He held it so that the tears would not fall. Which wife will endure if silenced by her husband even the husband tries to avoid it.

"Sorry Rahman, actually Nurul himself does not know what the fault of Nurul on Rahman mas. If it was because of the incident that night because Nurul was out of control, Nurul apologized. Or because Nurul did not tell about Mas Akbar from the beginning, Nurul also apologized mas. Nurul is not a good wife for Rahman, Nurul please forgive Nurul mas," Nurul fell in front of Rahman's desk. Her tears had slid down despite her arrest.

Nurul felt his head pulsing very fast. His body was not in good health, making him feel weaker. "I can't pass out again, hyx, hyx," Nurul murmured in his heart.

Rahman did not flinch. He was still standing in front of his bookcase. "Rest!".

Nurul slowly stood by holding onto Rahman's desk. "Nurul excuse me," said Nurul who walked out of Rahman's room and closed the door.

Slowly he walked to his room. Hold on to the wall and the stairs. When he reached the room, he immediately looked for a headache remedy and immediately drank it. After that he rushed to rest, because really his body was very uncomfortable.

While in his study, Rahman thought about his attitude towards Nurul. He sat on the sofa and looked at the tray that Nurul had brought. "Am I being too hard on him? I was wrong, but I just didn't know how to say this guilt." Rahman leaned his body against the sofa.

"I will say it, however it will be, let God decide. Oh really, I miss his coffee," Rahman immediately sipped the coffee Nurul made.

Soon after, Rahman decided to go to his room. He slowly opened the door to his room. Nurul is seen sleeping on the sofa as usual. Rahman walked over to him.

"Eemm, heehh, hemh," Nurul delirious. His sleep did not seem calm.

"Did he have a bad dream?" Rahman rubbed Nurul's head slowly. "Why does his head feel hot?"

Rahman held Nurul's forehead. "Astagfirullah, it's so hot! He's got a fever,".

Nurul hears Rahman's voice. He opened his eyes. "Mas Rahman? Was Rahman's break interrupted because of Nurul? Sorry mas, Nurul will move rooms so that Rahman mas can comfortably rest," Nurul immediately woke up from his sleep and was about to leave. He stopped his activity for a moment. Feeling his throbbing head and rotating gaze.

"You have a fever, sleep in bed!" rahman.

"Eh, no papa mas, Nurul will just move rooms! Nurul will definitely interfere with Rahman's rest later," said Nurul while slightly cleaning his blanket and standing up. His body was slightly shaken as his head was still throbbing fiercely. His body fell back onto the sofa.

"Don't argue with me! Go to bed first, I don't want to rest yet! Or we'll go to the doctor for a checkup, will we?"

"No need, Nurul no papa. He also took medication. Nurul sleeps here alone, "Nurul immediately restores his body because his head really feels so heavy.

Rahman no longer argued. He let Nurul fall asleep. He sat down on the sofa. Playing cellphone. Sometimes he glanced at his wife who had fallen asleep and was still delirious.

After making sure Nurul slept, he put down his phone. She pulled out the blanket Nurul was wearing. Slowly he lifted his wife's body to move her to the bed. Nurul squirms a little in Rahman's sling. Rahman smiled at his wife.

"Kayak a child aja you deck," Rahman kissed Nurul's forehead. Slowly Rahman put Nurul on the bed. He covered Nurul's body. "Sorry deck if my attitude hurts*you. Why does your body look so thin? Is it so torturing to her my attitude towards you?"

Until morning begins. Slowly Nurul started to open her eyes. He felt something overpower his body. He saw something right in front of his face. "Mas Rahman?". Nurul blinked his eyes many times. Nurul squirmed a little, but Rahman's hand held her tighter. Rahman opened his eyes. Their views meet.

"You're awake? Is your body still feverish?" asked Rahman in a hoarse voice. Rahman immediately held Nurul's forehead. "Alhamdulillah is gone. If you still have a fever, go to the doctor!"

Nurul is shocked to get Rahman's treatment. She just stared at the confused face of her husband. "You why? Dizziness? Or is someone sick?" Rahman began to panic because there was no response from Nurul.

"We're going to the doctor, okay?" rahman.

"Eh, don't do it. Nurul is not papa kok mas, it has been mengingan," replied Nurul still limp.

"Related?" Nurul just nodded. "Yes, pray first yes, can you wake up?"

"It can be mas" answered Nurul. Rahman helped Nurul to wake up and ablaze. Rahman went to the mosque with Al, while Nurul prayed in his room.

In the morning, Rahman prepares to help Al to go to school. Not forgetting he drove Al to school. After that, he went to work. Not forgetting he told the mother that Nurul was not feeling well and asked her to tell if something happened to Nurul.

Until lunch, Nurul was still in the room. Breakfast was brought to his room.

"Assalamu'alaikum ma'am" Rahman said.

"Wa'alaikumussalam, Tumben Man," replied Dira.

"There's a miss file ma'am',"

"Ooohh, who missed your file is your wife?"

"Mother's there," Rahman ran away from her mother. He climbed the stairs to his room. Bu Dira just shook his head looking at his son's behavior.

He opened the door of his room. Nurul was sleeping in his bed. Rahman went into his room. Nurul felt someone enter the room, he woke up. He saw Rahman sitting next to him.

"Where are you? Still have a fever?" ask Rahman.

"Eh, Rahman has come home," Nurul immediately rose from his sleep. "Nurul has gone out. Does Rahman need anything?"

"Lunch, man,"

"Huh? Lunched? Oh mas Rahman wants lunch, let Nurul prepare mas," Nurul was ready to go down.

"Have you eaten?"

"Not yet,"

"Yaudah, let's eat!"

"Huh?"

"Do you want to eat in your room or under?"

"Eh, under me. Poor mom' will eat alone,"

"Aren't you dizzy?"

"No papa,"

"Jaudah yuk come down, eat!" They also went down to lunch.

Slowly but surely, the feelings between them began to grow. It goes on over time and becomes more beautiful. Will they be aware of each other's feelings?