The Widow's Choice

Meeting Someone

Dusk is approaching. Evenings come with millions of stars adorning the sky. Do not forget the moon who also smiled brightly with its light. Bring a happy impression on the face of the earth. Until the night was getting late.

Day change day. Week to week. The moon also changed. Time goes by so fast. Two months have passed since the first meeting of Bu Indira and Nurul in the minimarket at that time. Ms Indira has tried to approach Nurul several times to get a lot of her personal information.

Not Miss Indira if she can't get what she wants. It took more than a month, only to find out that Nurul is a widow and has a son. (when can ask the author Bu Ind, it does not take long-🤭😁). She has plans to meet Nurul with her son Rahman. But it always fails, because it can be guessed by Rahman.

"Well, sir, why stop?" Bu Indira asked his personal driver because suddenly his car stopped before reaching home.

"Sorry ma'am, I'll check the car!" Directly owned by Bu Indira. He also got out of the car. And then he realized one thing.

"That's my man-to-be's place of work?" A smile immediately fell on the middle-aged woman's lips.

"Sorry ma'am, there seems to be a problem with the engine. I tried Mr. Duri's phone repair shop first!" Said Mr. Harto, the personal driver of Bu Indira.

Ms. Indira just nodded.

"Sir Harto, I wait in front of the minimarket!" Bu Indira's hand pointed to a minimarket located not far from where his car stopped. Pak Harto also only answered with a nod because he was calling his subscription workshop.

Ms. Indira walked away from her driver and headed towards Iz mart. He saw there was an empty bench in front of the minimarket, he immediately sat down while looking for the whereabouts of a woman who for the last two months seized his attention. Nurain. But unfortunately, in the store only looks two male employees are busy with their respective jobs.

"Maybe he's home." Mumbled Bu Indira in his heart.

"Sorry Mom', Mr. Duri's workshop is closed today. Because we have a holiday together, he said. Did I try to phone Mas Rahman?" Ask Mr. Harto a little bored because a little run to approach the employer. Mr. Harto was a little panicked because it was starting at dusk.

"Don't Sir! Poor Rahman, just take care of the work to Semarang alone." Answer Ms. Indira. They were silent and thought for a moment.

Suddenly a woman greeted from beside them.

"Mother Indira!" The owner of the name also looked.

"The beloved granddaughter also arrived. Finally met!" Bu Indira muttered in his heart, because he memorized the voice of the woman.

"Yes!" Ms. Indira turned her head, and a wide smile came from her lips.

"Bak Nurul! Uh, who is this?" Bu Indira asked as she turned to the figure beside Nurul. Nurul then shook hands and kissed the back of Indira's hand.

Bu Indira and Nurul started to get a little familiar. Because Bu Indira often come to the minimarket just want to meet or chat for a while with Nurul. His intention wanted to know more about Nurul's life, but always nil result. Nurul completely closed the meeting of his life. People only knew she was a widow and had a son. And that is all that is known by Ms. Indira.

"This is my son Ma'am'. Come on *L*e, congratulations to Grandma!" Nurul's orders to Al.

Ms. Indira immediately reached out her right hand and shook the boy's hand.

"Whose name is Le?"

"My name is Fatih Nek!" Al replied while shaking the hand of Bu Indira then kissed the back of his hand. Madam Indira smiled.

"Call Oma Dira yes!"Miss Indira replied with a very happy smile.

"Meet is also the same little whiz. I got an idea."

"Mom Dira is out shopping?" Ask Nurul.

"n*duk. Mom's car broke down there. But Mom's subscription workshop just closed. Deket here there is no car repair shop, Nduk?"

"There's no ma'am if the car repair shop. There's a tire patcher at the back of the shop."

"Bu Dira just go home first yes use an online taxi, let my car take care of it, fear of kemaleman if waiting for the car to finish." Said Mr. Harto.

"But I'm not used to taking taxis online. Scared." Lying to Bu Indira while blinking her eyes. Mr. Harto was confused by the employer's answer.

When he saw the confusion of the driver, Ms. Indira immediately connected her words.

"Sir, Mommy' can you ask for a minute? But you're just busy, aren't you Nduk?"

"Yes ma'am, I can. Al, you buy snacks first at the store for supplies! Mother wait here while talking to Oma." Nurul orders Al, while giving him money. It was accepted by Al.

"Where are you going, Nduk, why buy some supplies?" Ask Ms. Indira.

"That's Ma'am, Al wants to take a walk to the city park." Answer Nurul briefly.

"Mother' was gonna ask for help how's Mom'?" Nurul.

"Mother' wants to help you make nemenin Mom' take an online taxi to go home. Mom's son just got out of town. Mr. Harto will have to take care of a striking car. But you can't." Miss Indira answered with a sad face.

"Oh so. Well then, you're with Nurul. Nurul has been pesen taxi online. Just waiting for the cab to come." Nurul replied while showing her a genuine smile.

"But Pak Harto how's Bu'? Is papa not left?" Tanya Nurul was confused.

"I'm not papa Ma'am. The important thing is Miss Indira until the house does not kemaleman. Afraid his health is disturbed. Please Ma'am, Minister Bu Indira take an online taxi!" Pak Harto replied trying to convince Nurul.

"Yes sir." Nurul replied briefly, not forgetting the sincere smile engraved on his small lips.

"Thank you Nduk." Said Mrs Indira.

"Mother, here's the change." Say Al who just came out of the minimarket. Mr. Harto returned to the scene of his car breaking down.

"In the Housing complex X Nduk." Answer Ms. Indira.

Nurul then added a destination to the online taxi application he ordered. A car stopped in front of them. They got into the car after confirming it was a taxi of his order.

"Sir, to Housing complex X first yes. Just to the city park!" Nurul said after getting into the car and closing the door.

"Good Mom." Briefly answer the driver.

"You don't have a Nduk vehicle?" Tanya Bu Indira started the conversation.

"There's a motorbike ma'am' at home. But a little tired, so just order a taxi online when Al asked for a walk to the park." Answer Nurul.

"Your full name is Le?" Asked Bu Indira while stroking the head of Al who was sitting among the 2 women.

Al looked at his mother. Nurul nodded, because he was not pleased by Bu Indira.

"Maulana Al Fatih Oma." Answer Al.

"Ooohh, it's appropriate that your mother called you 'Al'."

The conversation continues. Madam asked a lot about Al.

After a forty-minute drive, the car began to enter the city's elite residential complex. Nurul's attention was slightly distracted by the rows of mansions.

"What is Bu Indira's house one of these rows of houses? Allah Akbar. I'm wrong big."

"That house sir, the fence is white!" Said Ms. Indira while pointing at a house not far from the entrance gate of the complex.

All eyes were on the white house. It is not so luxurious looking from the outside, but it looks so elegant with a spacious front garden. The car stopped right in front of the gate. Ms. Indira also came down.

"Wait a minute, sir!" Nurul said to the driver. And was taken by the driver. Nurul and Al then come down.

"Let's stop by first!" Take Mrs Indira.

"Next time ma'am, thank you. It's going straight to the park, Alnya is impatient." Reject Nurul gently.

Suddenly a white car stopped behind the car that Nurul was riding in. Bu Indira and Nurul turned to look at the car that stopped. The happiest smile was on Bu Indira's lips.

"On time." Gumam Bu Indira's.

The car door is open. Come out a tall, dashing man clad in a navy shirt and black cloth pants. Walk toward the three people standing in front of the gate of the house.

"Have you gone home, man?" Bu Indira asked the man after arriving next to him.

"Already Ma'am'. The problem in Semarang is sorted out, so Rahman goes straight home." Rahman replied, who immediately shook hands with Bu Indira and kissed the back of his hand.

"Say sir Harto his car broke down Bu', but I've come home he said he was escorted by someone using an online taxi."

"Pak Harto is yes. I told you not to ngabarin you, it turns out just call you." Ms. Indira was a little upset.

"No papa Bu', pity Pak Harto also over time looking for a workshop. Rahman called his mechanic Shodiq Bu'." Rahman said to calm the mother.

"Oh yes Man, know this Nurul! Who nganterin mother's home. And that's Al's son." Appoint Bu Indira to Nurul who is standing nearby.

Rahman also looked.

Deg. "Did I see wrong?" Rahman's forehead is slightly wrinkled. Rahman and Nurul's eyes meet.

Nurul instantly realized.

"Astaghfirullah's. Help me to guard the eyes and heart of my servant, O Allah! Allahu akbar, my mask was not released earlier." Nurul murmured in panic in his heart.

"Sir, this is Rahman, my son." Said Mrs Indira.

Rahman immediately reached out his hand to greet Nurul, but was greeted by Nurul with a clenched hand in front of his chest. Not forgetting the small smile on her lips. Rahman pulled out his hand and did the same with Nurul.

"Come on Al, salim on Om!" Nurul told Al. Al obeyed and greeted Rahman and kissed the back of his hand.

"Then, excuse me, Miss Dira, Mas Rahman!" Pamit Nurul to the mother and the child.

"Nduk already! Because you already know Mother's house, come here sometime!" Bu Indira said kindly.

"In shaa Allah Ma'am'. Excuse me ma'am'! Assalamu'alaikum." Nurul immediately reached out to greet Indira's mother. Not forgetting to clench his hands back towards Rahman. Al also touched them both.

Nurul and Al get into a taxi car that is still waiting faithfully. Slowly the car began to turn back, the light of Bu Indira's hand was seen from inside the car. Which Nurul also answered.

"Mother, Om Rahman earlier, Om who had Al story at that time. When we pray in the big mosque it's your mother." Al was enthusiastic.

"It's like it might be Le." Answer Nurul briefly. Because his heart was still pounding since his eyes met Rahman's eyes.

The journey continues until the destination. Al enjoyed his walk that night. Until the time showed at nine o'clock in the evening, Nurul and Al decided to go home with a happier heart. Yes, happiness is simple. 😊