The Widow's Choice

The tasyakuran part 2

"Mbak, mbak Nurul. Nurul's mom isn't papa?" voice calls from outside the toilet.

"Mbok Tum?" murmured Nurul in the heart. "Yes mbok, no papa. I'm out for a second!" nurul Sahut.

Nurul soon came out of the toilet. "Mbak Nurul is not papa? I call Rahman mas yes, mbak Nurul pale as his face."

"Eh don't mbok! Nurul is not papa,!"

"Mbok Tum takein drink the same eat ya mbak?"

"Tea is warm, my stomach hurts like it wants to menstruate. Usually given warm tea rather mengingan later,"

"Are you eating, mbak?"

"Don't mbok, it's not good with the guests. Eat it later!"

"Yes, Mbok Tum get some warm tea first! Ma'am Nurul wait in the room mbok Tum only yes,"

"Oh yes mbok,!"

"Mbak Nurul to the room first, then mbok Tum to take his drink there!" mbok Tum rushed to open the door of his room and went to get warm tea for Nurul.

Nurul laid his body for a moment in the mattress in the room. "This is why my tumens hurt so much, usually also do not hurt like this. Am I tired, huh? But I also don't work. Just this week I'm just talking to my mom at home. Did the noodles grow again?" Nurul muttered while feeling her cramped stomach.

Before long Tum came with a glass of warm tea. He also brought some cake. Nurul drank his tea. "The cake is eaten mbak, then mbok Tum takein again,"

When Nurul was about to eat the cake, the sound of ustadz who was struggling would immediately end his tausiyah. Nurul did not eat the cake and then came out of the room. "Later to eat it, it's sir ustadznya already finished, not good if Nurul even in the room,"

And it is true, when Nurul came out of the room, the ustadz was finished. The event continued. Fatimah is now the one who is filling the show.

"Sorry everyone, this is a little extra event huh. A little surprise for my dear brother" said Fatimah using a mic that had been next to Burhan and Shodiq.

"Mas Ali, please bring here the mas!" fatimah Pinta.

From Dira's room, Ali appears by pushing a trolley table, with a large cake on top. Two-storied cake filled with wedding trinkets, specially ordered by Fatimah. Of course, Rahman and Nurul had no idea about this.

Everyone applauded to welcome the cake. (which was greeted by the applause of the cake ya, not the person 😅). Rahman, who was still among the guests, looked at Fatimah in confusion. Nurul from behind was no less confused to see the scene.

"Mas Rahman is the same as Nurul, can you please come forward for a moment!" pinta Fatimah after the cake was right in front of everyone.

Rahman stood up to his sister. Nurul is still standing behind the guests with mbok Tum. "Mbak Nurul, it's called mbak Fatimah," the voice mbok Tum disperse Nurul's daydream.

"Eh, yes mbok," Nurul replied in surprise.

Nurul then walked towards Fatimah after turning past the guests. He sat down next to Rahman. "Aren't you papa? Why pale?" ask Rahman.

"No papa kok mas," Nurul tried to smile to convince Rahman. He still has pain in his lower abdomen.

"Congratulations to my dear Rahman, and also to Nurul. May your marriage be barokah, so sakinah family, mawaddah wa rohmah. So the afterlife couple yaaa,,! Sorry yesterday Fatimah was ignorant with you guys, but that's because Fatimah loves you guys anyway, sure, hhihihi. Please forgive yaaa, so tomorrow Fatimah repeat, hhaha," everyone laughed because of Fatimah.

"Let's like Rahman mbak Nurul, the cake is cut, then later divided into guests" pinta Fatimah.

"You're the deck, there's nothing! Kayak still ABG aja use a cake cutting event," muttered Rahman in Fatimah's ear.

"Let's not every day either! After all, Rahman was never like this either. Come on, it's the children who wait for it." replied Fatimah.

"Sir Nurul, come here!" call Ali.

"I am too!" Nurul was very unfocused as he held back his aching stomach. Nurul then half-stands up to Rahman who has been right in front of the cake.

"This is the knife, cut it together, let's be romantic. So that in singles so want to deh cepet-cepet marriage, hhihi," joked Fatimah also welcomed laughter by the guests.

Rahman grabbed Nurul's right hand. Hold it tight and take the knife to cut the cake symbolically. The audience applauded as well. Then the cake is brought in and cut into small pieces to be distributed to the guests.

Adhan has been reverberating from the mosque. All events were stopped for a moment. Nurul sat down with the other family. "Aren't you papa nduk?" ask Miss Lastri.

"No papa ma'am, why?" nurul answered with a smile and then leaned his head on the boat of Lastri.

"You're pale nduk. Have you eaten yet?"

"Udah bu' earlier," replied Nurul. "But it's been out of the door as well as vomiting this morning," said Nurul.

The show continued with a light conversation. And some guests started to say goodbye. One by one Nurul's relatives and neighbors also left Dira's house.

Only the Burhan and Shodiq families and the entourage of Lastri's mother are still not home. They still miss Nurul and Al. Since marrying Rahman, Nurul has never visited her mother. Though usually every working holiday, he will return to Jogja with his son.

For now, Nurul is trying to be a good wife to Rahman. He did not dare to ask Rahman for permission to visit his mother's house. Especially considering Rahman's cold attitude towards her the past few weeks.

"Who is nduk? Why haven't you come home yet? Your mother's niece?" tanya is Lastri who is watching Rika and Nana chatting with Fatimah.

"Oh that's ma'am, who's wearing Rika's red shirt, Shodiq's wife. If the pink dress, mbak Nana, his wife mas Burhan. Mas Shodiq is the same Mas Burhan is his best friend mas Rahman, who is also his secretary and personal assistant mas Rahman. If Rika's mom is special ma'am, she's a friend of Rahman's from childhood," explained Nurul.

"Are you used to play here?"

"Udah ma'am'. Nurul has also been acquainted since yesterday in Jogja. Last morning makeup was also rika, hhihi,"

"Rahman no, no,,,"

"Udah ma', don't think weird! Rika's mother is indeed a little friend of Rahman's, but if Rika's feelings, only for Shodiq kok, hhihi," Nurul tries to calm her mother.

"Yes, I pray your marriage is also lasting, patient and understanding yes. The important thing is to be honest and trust each other, yes!" book lastri.

"In shaa Allah ma'am, Aamiin." replied Nurul.

The sun began to slide west. Ashar's Adhan has also reverberated. Everyone takes turns performing fardhu prayers. After the prayer, all the guests returned home, including Shodiq and Burhan.

"Mother go home first, you take care of your health! Don't argue with your husband, take care of Al too!" book lastri.

"Yes ma'am, In shaa Allah. I take care of my health too,!" answer Nurul.

"Man, mom' Nurul and Al ya. Please guide them, please be patient with Nurul!" lastri's message to Rahman.

"In shaa Allah ma'am, I also take care of my health ma'am'! Sorry I haven't been to Jogja yet" replied Rahman.

"It's not papa, son,". Lastri then said goodbye to the others.

"Be careful, Miss Lastri" said Ms. Dira.

"Yes to Dira, thank you. Titip Nurul and Al ya bu', sorry if they're troublesome,"

"Certainly not a bother to miss Lastri,"

"Then, excuse me to go home, Miss Dira. Please come next time to Jogja bu Dira,"

"Of course Lastri, In shaa Allah another time,"

Bu Lastri then said goodbye to the group. The house that was once crowded, has now begun to be quiet. There are only a few people from the catering party who are cleaning the equipment.

"Al, take a shower! Later play again the same deck Riko," ordered Nurul.

"Yes Mother" replied Al who then ran to his room.

It was a long and exhausting day. Everyone is cleaning themselves up. Only Nurul's stay is still under help mbok Tum clean up some leftover food left by the catering.

After finishing, Nurul went to his room. His footsteps were already heavy. His stomach is getting sick. He clung tightly to the handle of the stairs and occasionally squeezed it to endure the pain in his stomach. Cold sweat began to pour out from all over his body.

When she reached her room, Rahman had finished bathing. He saw Nurul curled up on his bed. "Aren't you papa deck?" ask Rahman.

"No papa kok mas," lied Nurul. He rushed to the bathroom to clean himself up.

"Rarely deck papa?"

"Yes, no papa" Nurul said from the bathroom.

Rahman came out of the room, leaving Nurul in the shower. He went downstairs to get a drink.

While in the room, Nurul immediately finished his bath. His body was getting weaker and his stomach was getting sicker. He came out of the bathroom and stood in front of his closet and immediately put on his clothes. He took any hijab for him to wear. His sight suddenly spun rapidly. His body is a little shaky. He tried to walk to his room.

He had not yet reached his room, his body began to degenerate. He fell to the floor. "Oh my God, it hurts so much!" nurul's tears have been spilled. Resisting his stomach ache and how dizzy his head was. His body is very uncomfortable, he really does not know what to do at this time.

"Please, please, anyone! Oh my God, please servant!" murmured Nurul with a soft look until finally he was unconscious at the door walk-in closet.