The Widow's Choice

The problem came

The day keeps changing. Time doesn't stop rolling either. The wheel of life keeps turning. God's destiny no one knows. What will happen is still a mystery.

Rahman and Nurul are getting closer. Her pregnancy made her not want to be away from Rahman. Although he did not crave strange things, but his attitude was very spoiled for Rahman.

Nurul's stomach is now starting to bulge because of the age of her pregnancy which has stepped on the fifth month. He just visited Bu Lastri last week with Rahman and Al.

That afternoon, Nurul was relaxing while watching tv. Miss Dira is resting in her room. Suddenly Mr. Slamet approached her.

"Mbak Nurul, there is a letter" said Mr. Slamet as he handed him a long brown envelope.

"Who are you, sir?" Nurul receives the envelope and searches for the name of the sender, but is unable to find it. There is only the name and address of the destination.

"I don't know Ma'am. There was an online ojek that delivered, just said to Mbak Nurul,"

"Oh! Sir, thank you."

"Yes Ma'am, you're welcome. Excuse me!" Slamet left Nurul.

Nurul opened the envelope. He found a letter and a smaller envelope inside. He read the letter.

Dear Nurul's,

I know you're a good woman, and a good woman knows how other women feel.

I need your sincerity to understand my situation.

Open this small envelope. And I'm sure you'll understand what this letter means.

Dinda

"From Dinda's sister? Why did he send all the letters?" mumam Nurul's. He put the letter down and opened the small envelope and took out the contents.

There are some photos there. He stared at the photos one by one. Her chest started to cramp. Her eyelids are starting to water. He tries to control himself. "Mas Rahman?"

Nurul immediately silenced his own mouth. He didn't want his stuffing to be heard by Miss Dira. The tears that he tried to contain, he no longer had the power to hold. Spills flowed profusely wet the cheeks and some photos that fell.

He immediately scooped up all the contents of the envelope. He took her running to her room. With tears that never stop flowing. Arriving at the room, he sat beside his bed. He went back to ascertaining what was in the photo.

The photo where Rahman is hugging a woman, who is none other than Dinda. They are in a room. And it is quite clear from the photo, that Rahman and Dinda are not wearing clothes. There are even photos where Rahman and Dinda are kissing and making out.

Which wife doesn't hurt to see something like that. Especially in the condition of being pregnant, where the hormones in the body are very unstable. Nurul cried no because of. His heart was so painful. Until he realized there was one photo that was missed.

"Is this a photo of the USG? And this is right, hiks, hiks, even Ms Dinda is already pregnant?" Nurul shed her tears. She cried for so long in her room. He was exhausted and fell asleep on the floor of his room.

In the office, Rahman was busy with his files. Until a knock on the door slightly unfolds his focus. "Lake in!" rahman.

A beautiful woman with a skirt slightly above the knee entered Rahman's room. "Hi Man!" greet the woman.

Rahman, who was focused on the file, turned to the door. "The hubby? Why are you here?"

"There's something I want to talk to you about. Can I sit down?"

"No need. Hurry up and say what you want?"

"alright. I'm just here to take your responsibility for the baby in my womb,"

"What's? You crazy?" angry Rahman with his index finger pointing towards Dinda's face.

"If you don't believe me, here's my test results and my USG results" Dinda handed me a pregnancy test paper and a photo of the ultrasound results.

"You think I'm stupid to take responsibility for a child that's not mine?"

"This is your son Man. You forgot what happened that night? You asked me to do it, man."

"I never slept with you" Rahman's tone grew higher.

"You forgot about Man. It's to remind you" Dinda handed her phone and played a video.

Rahman took the phone and saw the video. There was a video taken from the side where he was kissing and making out with Dinda in a hotel room. Rahman squeezed the phone in his hand.

"No way, it's not me!" Rahman yelled and slammed the phone in his hand. "I never did that!"

"As far as you are Man! Nurul is now pregnant with your son, I can also Man if you do it to me. And that's real proof!" Dinda defended herself.

"Get you out of my room!" hardik Rahman's.

The noise in Rahman's room invites Burhan and Shodiq to ask. They rushed to his friend's room. When they opened the door, Rahman was trying to quell his anger. Dinda was picking up her phone which Rahman slammed.

"Solar Man. You want this responsibility or video to be spread out and in an instant destroy your life. I'll send you the video." Dinda immediately left Rahman's room.

Burhan and Shodiq immediately approached Rahman. "Quiet Man! Why did Grandma drop by here and you get so angry like this?" burhan asked as he led Rahman to sit down.

Rahman silently answered. He held his head strong. "Why is it that when I start a new chapter with Nurul, a problem like this should arise?" rahman lamented with tears beginning to fall.

Rahman's phone sounded a sign of an incoming message. Shodiq took the phone to the table. He saw a paper test result and a photo of the USG results on Rahman's desk. He also grabbed two foreign objects.

"Is this Man?" Shodiq was still trying to read the paper.

"Dinda is pregnant and holds me accountable" Rahman replied.

"Then what video did he mean?" ask Shodiq.

"Video proof that I fucked her at the hotel,"

Burhan immediately grabbed Rahman's phone. Searching for that video on Rahman's phone. And yes, there was a video that Dinda had just posted. The same video that Rahman saw.

"Quiet Man! We're looking for a solution, it must be Dinda's trap" Burhan said suspiciously.

"Importantly, don't let Nurul know this first. Or it will affect her pregnancy" Shodiq suggested.

Rahman just nodded. He recalled when Nurul told him about his past. Nurul was also betrayed while pregnant. What a pity his fate.

Rahman rubbed his face and shouted very loudly. "Aaaarrrrggghhh, uh,,".

Because of the incident, Rahman came home a little late. Rahman and his two best friends try to find a solution to the problem Rahman is facing.

Rahman arrived home when Adzan isya' reverberated. Rahman went straight to his room and cleaned himself up. At that time, Nurul was accompanying Al to study.

After the prayer, Nurul returned to his room. He wanted to ask about the photo that Dinda sent. Rahman was talking to his mother in the living room.

"Mom', Rahman is sorry. Rahman let Mom down, '" said Rahman sadly. He had no intention of asking his mother for a solution to his problem.

"What are you talking about, man?"

"Rahman made a big mistake, ma'am',"

"What mistake? Same problem at the office?" bu Dira asked while looking at Nurul who had been standing behind Rahman.

"Is this your fault?" Nurul slightly threw the envelope along with the contents that he received last afternoon. Tears filled her eye sockets and were ready to be shed.

Rahman turned towards Nurul. He then grabbed the envelope thrown by Nurul. Open and see the contents. Rahman stood up immediately. "Where did you get this Deck?" ask Rahman.

Ms. Dira immediately grabbed the envelope in Rahman's hand and looked at the contents. He was shocked and then turned over the body of Rahman who had faced Nurul.

Plaque..

A slap from Bu Dira landed right on Rahman's left cheek. His cheeks instantly became red. Nurul could no longer hold back her tears.

"What's my fault, man? What's?" Nurul cried loudly while holding his head which from noon had been pulsing nonstop.

"Listen to my explanation Deck!" Rahman held both of Nurul's shoulders.

Nurul throws Rahman's hand rough. "I accept Mas if you're going to be polygamous, but not this way."

Nurul then ran to his room. The pain in his head no longer cared. His pain now, feels heavier than his headache.

Brakes. Nurul's bedroom door slammed hard.

"What are you doing Man? I never taught you like this!" mad at Bu Dira when Nurul has entered the room.

Suddenly, "Aaaaarrrrrggghhhh," Nurul's voice echoed throughout the house.

Pyars. The sound of breaking things was heard from inside the room.

"Yeshaa!" Al ran out of the room. He was intercepted by Rahman. Mbok Tum and Pak Slamet also ran towards Nurul's room.

"Al is here yes, let Daddy nenangin Mommy," said Rahman. Al nodded obediently. Miss Dira hugged him immediately. Not to forget, he immediately hid the photos of Rahman so as not to be seen Al.

Rahman immediately ran to his room. When he opened the door, his room was already very messy. Pillows, bolsters and blankets lying on the floor. The glass on Nurul's dressing table had already broken. Bottles of skin care and the entire dressing table have disappeared from its place. The books on the neatly arranged shelves had scattered on the floor.

Nurain? He was sitting limply by his bed with tears flowing down. Her crying was so loud that she came out of the room. His voice is so heartbreaking.

"Calm Deck!" Rahman immediately hugged Nurul's body.

Nurul tried to resist and rebelled. But Rahman tightened his embrace. Nurul hit her husband's chest as hard as possible.

"You are evil! You're evil! You're evil!" umpat Nurul while continuing to hit Rahman's chest. Rahman let his wife beat him.

Over time, the blow got slower. Nurul began to sob and sob. Rahman still hugged him tightly. Until the sound of Nurul's cell phone ringing distracts them.

Rahman started to let go of his embrace. Search for sound sources. Nurul's cell phone lay on the floor covered in blankets. He grabbed the phone. Nurul took it.

Ma'am Nita called...

Nurul immediately answered his phone. He tried to stabilize his voice. "Assalamu'alaikum, ma'am,"

"Wa'alaikumussalam. Deck home! Mom's been in the bathroom, now in the hospital unconscious,,"

"Mother'? Yes Ma'am, Nurul's home,"

"You be careful!" Nurul held onto her head which was throbbing even more. His phone just slipped off.

He immediately stood up and left Rahman. "Dad! Deck!"

Nurul didn't sign Rahman's call. He just wants to go home now. Yeah, go back to Jogja. Without Rahman. Just him and Al.