The Widow's Choice

Dinda

Good morning to the world. This morning was less beautiful. Cloud overshadowed the sun. Covering the warm rays of the sun greeted the living creatures.

But not for this couple. Rahman and Nurul. After a long romantic kiss, it was a beautiful morning for them. They're getting closer to each other. Although it has not revealed the word love to each other, but the feeling is increasingly beautiful in each other's hearts.

After breakfast, they relax in the gazebo behind the house. Rahman fell asleep in Nurul's lap while occasionally kissing Nurul's flat stomach. He recalled the incident when Nurul slipped and almost fell into the pool a few months ago.

"Can you swim the deck?" asked Rahman on the sidelines of the chat.

"Can Mas, stone style, hhihi. It sank immediately" joked Nurul.

"You want to teach me? I'm swimming pinter!" arrogant Rahman.

"Mas pinter everything. What didn't you try?"

"What yeah? Eeemmhh,,"

"Can't you plow the rice field?"

"Huh?" Rahman immediately moved from his sleep. Staring at Nurul was confused.

"Yes Mas. Can you not plow the fields?" nurul said while holding back a laugh.

"It can't be Deck, though,"

"So Mas thought, Mas it's not pinter what about. Well, that was Nurul's thought, hhihi" Nurul began to giggle.

"You're the Deck, cook me on a rice field plow?"

"Yes no papa kali Mas. It's funny, I guess. Mas Rahman who usually works busy office with the files, trus to the rice fields it fell into the mud while controlling the cow what buffalo for the rice plow. Eh, now I have used a tractor kok Mas do not use what cow buffalo, hhaha," Nurul laughed loosely and ran away leaving Rahman who was surprised by his words.

"Observe you Dek!" Rahman immediately went after Nurul who entered the house. A little bit of a chase like a kid. Rahman was soon able to capture his wife's body easily. A little tickled him until Nurul felt amused.

Unbeknownst to them, the paparazzi returned to action with his camera. Record the childish action of a couple of husband and wife. Not to forget, he immediately reported it to the employer.

Rahman really enjoyed his time with Nurul. He spent all his time on holiday with Nurul. Only when Nurul naps, he will check his work that was delayed.

Until the night say hello. Rahman and Nurul just finished dinner. They want to spend their time in the backyard. Look at the stars and moon in a clear night sky.

Tok, tok, tok, Nurul and Rahman moved from their seats.

"Let me just open Mbok," said Rahman.

Mbok Tum immediately returned to tidying the dining table. Rahman and Nurul walk towards the door.

"Assalamu'alaikum" said one man as the door opened.

"Wa'alaikumussalam" replied Rahman.

There were ten men at the door. They are Rahman's friends. Among them was the bride Rahman and Nurul attended the party.

Nurul immediately grabbed Rahman's arm. Squeezed it a little. She recalled the incident when yesterday at the party she became the center of attention of all the guests because she had become Rahman's wife. He was also not used to the many men around him.

"Let's go in!" bring Rahman.

Rahman realized Nurul's attitude. He rubbed Nurul's hand slowly. Guests enter one by one.

"Your wife isn't known to Man?" say one of the guests.

"Know this is my wife, Nurul," Nurul nodded her head and smiled.

"Hello Ma'am, still want me, right? Which last night?" irfan Goda. Nurul just smiled.

"You rest first Deck!" pinta Rahman's. Nurul nodded obediently. She immediately left her husband with a guest.

"By the way!" said Haidar.

Nurul stopped his steps and turned around. "Yes?"

"I'm sorry for that last night Ma'am," Haidar walked over to Nurul. Nurul retreated his steps.

"Yes, it's okay. Excuse me!" nurul replied, leaving the men behind.

"Why is your wife Man?"

"He's not used to being among your playboys" Rahman sneered.

"He was different from Dinda. Know where you are?"

"At Jogja," replied Rahman.

"Away Man! It's the same with Dinda Man."

"I fell into the same hole!" gerutu Rahman's.

"Yes, too, hhahaha," everyone laughed. And started to drift in the chatter.

While Nurul, walked slowly questioningly in his mind. "Why did Mas Rahman always say that he found it in Jogja anyway? Rahman's memory is good, it's impossible to forget,"

Nuruk immediately went into his room. "Aahh, not yet sleepy! Read the book Mas Rahman. Which one is yaa?" Nurul looked at the rows of books belonging to Rahman neatly arranged on his bookshelf.

At ten o'clock in the night, Rahman's friends were home. Rahman soon follows Nurul to his room. He found Nurul sleeping on the sofa.

"Tumben is asleep, hhihi," Rahman slowly approaches his wife. He picked up the book and put it on the table. Then grabbed Nurul's body and carried it. Take him to bed. He rested his body later.

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No one knows what will happen tomorrow. Destiny is a secret of God that no one will know until the time comes.

Rahman and Nurul's relationship is getting closer. The two of them filled each other's flaws. The gestational age of Nurul is also increasing. It has now entered the third month. There have been no strange cravings to date.

That afternoon, Nurul wants to have lunch with Rahman. Rahman happily complied with his wife's wishes. He went home before lunch arrived. They had lunch together at home.

After lunch, Rahman invites Nurul to go shopping. They're just the two of them. Al was on school holidays, he was on vacation to Jogja at his grandmother's place. Rahman and Nurul deliver it when the school holidays begin.

Rahman exits through the back garage door. He was ready to pull out the car. Suddenly there was a knock from the front door. Nurul who was about to come out was at once opened it.

"Hi noon!" greet a beautiful woman with such a fashionable appearance. With tight jeans and a white shirt combined with a blue blazer. Long wavy black hair, plus curly accents on the ends. Do not forget the small slempang bag and high heels ten inches complete his appearance.

"Yes noon! Can I help you?" ask Nurul.

"Rahman exists?"

"Mas Rahman," Nurul had not yet finished his sentence, Bu Dira appeared from behind him.

"Who's nduk?" ask her while walking towards the door.

The beautiful woman slightly tilted her head, peeking at the owner of the house. He smiled brightly at Miss Dira.

"Hi Ma'am'! How's it going?"

"Minda?" said Ms. Dira was surprised.

"The hubby? Is he Mas Rahman's ex-wife? Very beautiful," Nurul murmured inwardly.

"Yes Ma'am, this is Dinda. This who's Ma'am'? Mas Rahman's cousin?" asked Dinda while glancing towards Nurul.

"Go nduk! You've been waiting," said Bu Dira to Nurul.

"Oh yes, ma'am'. Nurul goes first Bu', assalamu'alaikum," Nurul kisses Bu Dira's hand. "Let's Mommy!" he said to Dinda. He left the two women.

"Wa'alaikumussalam" replied Ms. Dira. Dinda just nodded stiffly.

"Where's Rahman Ma'? The car seems to be at home" asked Dinda after Nurul's departure.

"Why are you looking for Rahman?" said Ms. Dira ketus while walking leaving Dinda at the door.

"Want to connect the relationship Mom', can't you?" dinda said she was lying. He followed Dira into the house.

"That was Rahman's wife. You never bother Rahman again. He was happy with his new life!" firmly Ms. Dira.

"Mom did you choose Rahman's wife wrongly?" ejek Dinda's. "Well, what more did the woman try? Why would he do anything for that woman? Cih," Dinda's inner.

"He's many times better than you!" Madam Dira was getting angry.

While outside, Nurul and Rahman went shopping. "Who were you Deck?" ask Rahman while driving.

"If you don't hear wrong from Mom, her name is Dinda. She's so beautiful!" nurul.

Rahman turned towards Nurul. "Minda?"

"Yes Mas. Is she your ex-wife? He was asking you."

"Oh. Ja. My ex-wife's name is Dinda. But he's my past, you don't have to worry!" Rahman held Nurul's hand.

Nurul smiled at Rahman. "May Nurul ask you something? About your past."

Rahman was surprised by Nurul's words. He pulled his car over. "Are you okay?" Rahman looked at Nurul worriedly.

"Yes, Nurul is fine. Very good even," Nurul changed to hold Rahman's hand. "Nurul only wants to know about your past, that's only if Mas Rahman allows it" explained Nurul.

Rahman tried to digest Nurul's words. Reading his face. There was no worry or jealousy there.

"What if Mas Rahman doesn't want to tell a story" Nurul paused. "Everybody has a past, whether they are happy or not. The past has made us like this. We just have to thank him."

"Aren't you jealous?"

"What should be envied? Rahman is now with me here, even hugging me every night so I can sleep. Who should I be jealous of? Your files? Or Mas Shodiq and Mas Burhan?"

"You are," Rahman looked at his wife's sharp nose. Nurul just smiled.

"We shop first, I'll tell you later" Rahman grabbed Nurul's nape, pulled it a little and then peeked at her forehead.

"Yes Mas" answered Nurul happily.

They continued their journey to shop. After shopping, Rahman took Nurul to the city park to relax. He kept his promise to tell Nurul about his past.

Nurul is very happy because Rahman wants to tell her about her past. For her, this was one way that she could get to know her husband better. It is undeniable, jealousy must be in the heart of every woman, if the husband tells another woman to him. But that's the past. Yes, the past that has passed. At least, that's what Nurul thinks.