The Widow's Choice

Manja part 1

The news of Nurul's pregnancy really makes Miss Dira and Rahman happy. They pay more attention to Nurul because they do not want bad things to happen again.

The night is not too late. Nurul had been in his room preparing for a break. Ms. Dira and Al had rested in their rooms.

"You haven't slept deck yet?" rahman asked after entering his room and saw Nurul still sitting on the sofa playing mobile phone.

"Not yet, not yet able to sleep," replied Nurul.

Rahman sat next to Nurul. Re-turned on the laptop he had brought. He deliberately brought his laptop to the room, to accompany Nurul preached.

"Rest in bed! You can't sleep on the couch anymore, okay?"

"But mas,,"

"There's no buts. You're pregnant, and you just got home from the hospital. Or are you more comfortable in the hospital?"

"There are people who feel at home staying at the hospital" Nurul murmured.

"Then get some rest in bed! I'll finish some reports first,"

Nurul obeyed Rahman's orders. He put his body on the bed in his room. He pulled out the blanket at his feet, and began to close his eyes.

Ten minutes, ten minutes,

Twenty minutes, though,

Thirty minutes, though,

Sixty minutes, and Nurul was still unable to fall asleep. His body was tired of rolling to the right and left, but he could not fall asleep.

Rahman who had noticed Nurul had finally approached him. He sat on the other side of the bed where Nurul had laid down his body.

"You why? Can't sleep?" rahman asked while looking at Nurul's face.

Nurul just nodded his head. His eyes remained closed.

"Hungry?" Nurul.

"Is anyone sick?" Nurul shakes back.

"Aren't you comfortable that I'm here?" Nurul opened his eyes and shook his head back.

"Why are you? Why just nod and shake your head from earlier?" Nurul was silent. "Yes, I'm out first. Rest up!"

Rahman was about to move from his seat, but Nurul pulled the shirt on the back of Rahman. He sat back down. "Why else deck?" rahman asked confused. Nurul remained silent.

"You want to sleep?" Nurul nodded slowly.

"Hhahaha, you're the deck. Why didn't you say that from earlier? Wait a minute, I turn off the laptop first" Rahman moved from his seat and turned off his laptop. Then she pulled her body right next to Nurul.

Nurul looked at Rahman who was lying next to him. "Aaahh, why do I want to sleep with Rahman? It's a shame" Nurul murmured in his heart.

Nurul looked at Rahman's burly arms, which a few days ago carried him unconscious. And the chest of his field that had been feeling so warm this afternoon was hugging him. "Aadduuhh, why do you want to be hugged again with the chest of Rahman? Abaghfirullah, aaaaaaa," Nurul muttered again in his heart and involuntarily stomped his feet behind the covers.

Rahman was surprised to see Nurul's behavior. "What's the deck? Is there something on your leg?" Nurul regained his senses and shook his head.

"Then?" Nurul remained silent. She was ashamed to express her wishes.

"Why the hell deck? Tumben really," Nurul let out a long sigh.

"Pengen hugged," Nurul replied in a very slow voice but still heard by Rahman. Rahman smiled at Nurul's reply.

He then stretched his hand. "Here, sleep here!" Rahman patted her next to his arm.

Nurul immediately edged closer to Rahman. His head sleeps with Rahman's right arm. Nurul dipped her face in the chest of her husband's field. She breathed deeply into the scent of her husband's body. He slightly improved his sleeping position. Rahman's left hand was curled over his body.

"Why didn't you tell me from the deck?" Nurul quietly did not answer, she just hit her husband's chest softly. Little smiling Rahman gets treatment from Nurul.

"Sleep!" Nurul did not answer, only the breath that began to slow and regular can Rahman feel in his chest. It did not take long, Nurul immediately fell asleep in Rahman's arms.

"Astaghfirullah deck, just want to be hugged gini, from earlier can not sleep," Rahman shook his head.

Rahman decided to sleep with Nurul. For the first time, they slept in the same bed conscious and at Nurul's request.

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From that night on, Nurul and Rahman's relationship grew closer. For some reason, Nurul every night will look for her husband's chest field to be able to sleep. Nurul's attitude began to look very spoiled on Rahman. Rahman happily accompanied Nurul to sleep by hugging him tightly.

The last few days Rahman had to leave early. He did not have breakfast and drove Al to school. Al finally delivered Mr. Harto, personal driver bu Dira. Rahman's busyness in the office really takes up a lot of time. His new project to build an apartment really cannot be ruled out. He will leave early and come home late.

"Sir, you take lunch to Rahman's office!" said Miss Dira that afternoon.

"Yes ma'am'. Let Nurul cook first ma'am'!" answer Nurul.

"Udah is ready. You just can't be tired, so I'm ready!" obviously Miss Dira. "It's gone, it's lunchtime!"

"Iya bu', Nurul grab the bag for a bit," Nurul rushed to her room to pick up her bag.

"And you will go home with Rahman! Pak Harto let go straight home to pick up Al school," added Dira.

He immediately went to Rahman's office because he had been waited for by Mr. Harto. He forgot his cell phone that he put on the family room table.

When Nurul got to the office, lunch hour was in progress. Many employees passed by. He went straight to the reception desk.

"Excuse me, where's Mr. Rahman's room?" nurul asked the woman who was at the reception desk.

"Sorry ma'am, has there been an appointment with Mr Rahman?"

"Not yet," Nurul honestly. "What if you want to meet Rahman you have to make a deal first?" inner Nurul's.

"Sorry ma'am, Mr. Rahman is currently in a meeting with his client. And mother also has no appointment with the Father, so later we will confirm first with the secretary. You can wait there first. Sorry, whose mom?" the woman showed me a row of chairs in the lobby of the office.

"Nurul mbak, thank you," Nurul then left the reception desk.

He picked one of the empty seats there. He wanted to contact Rahman, but could not find his phone in the bag. "Yaaahhh, my phone is missing at home! How would you like to call Rahman?" gerutu Nurul after sitting on one of the empty seats.

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"Yaudah, wait for news from the receptionist, hopefully not for long!" murmured Nurul while looking at people passing by.

The lunch hour was over thirty minutes ago. The lobby looks more quiet. No word yet from the receptionist. Nurul was tired and tired of waiting.

"Has Rahman not finished his meeting yet? Did they not have lunch? Heemmhh," Nurul let out a long sigh.

Nurul took a walk in the lobby area. He did not see Rika entering the office and headed straight for Shodiq's room. Rika and Nana are used to going in and out of the office to meet their husbands. They don't need permits and appointments to get into the office and meet their husbands. Specials.

Before long Rika had returned from the room Shodiq was about to go home. He saw Nurul sitting pensively in one of the chairs in the lobby. "Nurain?"

"Mbak Rica?" sahut Nurul when he saw the figure of a beautiful woman with a knee-length polkadot dress marun.

"What are you doing here?" tanya Rika who was near Nurul.

"This is mbak, told mom' nganterin lunch for Rahman mas," Nurul showed a large paper bag that he brought.

"Why not go straight to the room?"

"Say the receptionist, Rahman's new meeting,"

"When have you been here?"

"Since lunchtime, ma'am,"

"What's? You didn't call Rahman?"

"Nurul's phone left at home mbak, hhehe," Nurul cengengesan.

"God! I'll call Rahman in a minute!"

"That's done*meetin*gnya mbak?"

"Udah," Rika immediately turned her attention to her phone and called Rahman. "God! My bag's left at Shodiq's desk."

Nurul just smiled at Rika's words. Soon Rahman was seen running towards them. "Thuh Rahman!" show Rica. "I go first, take the bag!" pamit Rica.

"Thank you Ka." said Rahman who was replied with a nod of the head by Rika. Rica passed by.

"You've been deck long? Why not a phone?" asked Rahman to panic.

"Nurul forgot not to bring a mobile phone mas, hhehe."

"Yaudah yuk, to my room!" Rahman picked up the paper bag Nurul was carrying and paused for a moment at the reception desk. "Other times, if Nurul's mom is here, let her in my room immediately. She's my wife!" Rahman emphasized his words.

"Well Sir!" answer receptionist.

Rahman led Nurul into his room. Rahman immediately asked Nurul to sit on his couch in his study. "Have you eaten?" asked Rahman when he saw the lunch is still intact.

Nurul. "Man, there's Mr. Adrian signing a contract! Uh there's you Rul. Bentar yes, borrow Rahman first," said Burhan who was at the door.

"So soon, you wait here!" Nurul nodded obediently.

After Rahman died, Nurul felt like he wanted to poop. He came out of Rahman's room and tried to ask the employee he met where the toilet was. After being instructed, he looked for her.

Finished urinating, Nurul felt his gaze spinning rapidly. His head was beating hard. He held on tight to the sink. "Astaghfirullah, why else is this my head?" Nurul scrunched his head.

Nurul turned her body about to come out of the toilet. He lost his balance, trying to hold on to the wall, but his body slumped slowly. He sat down and fell down.

Ceklek, the toilet door is open. "Nurul, what's wrong with you?" rika's voice resuscitated the almost unsteady Nurul.

"Mbak Rica?" Nurul gave his eyes. His face began to pale.

"Damn! You wait here!" rika ran out of the toilet.

Brak, Rika broke down the meeting room door. Everyone in the meeting room turned to the door. "Rahman! Nurul fell in the toilet!" rika shouted while panting.