The Widow's Choice

Bad News

"Dad! Deck!" Rahman called Nurul who had left the room.

Nurul staggered to endure the pain in his heart and head. Slowly he went down the stairs. Holds tightly to the trellis of the stairs and occasionally squeezes it to endure her headaches. Rahman followed him in the back.

"Mother!" Al ran up to Nurul when Nurul got right on the last rung. He hugged Nurul's body.

"Go home! We're going home, baby!" nurul stammered.

"Sir, let's talk first!" rayu Bu Dira's.

"Mother', Mother',"

"Yes nduk, let's talk first" Bu Dira held Nurul's hand.

"Mother' fell in the bathroom, and now in the hospital, hyx, hyx,"

"Astaghfirullah's. Calm down first! Sit first!"

"Mom', please call Mr. Harto! Nurul, please take me back to Jogja with Al!"

"Come home with me Dek!" Rahman held Nurul's arm.

"Please Mas! You don't have to bother Nurul. Take care of the responsibility of Mas to Mbak Dinda!" Nurul throws Rahman's hand.

Nurul walked away from Rahman. Rahman followed behind him.

"Ohhhh!" Nurul shouted and held her head with two hands. Nurul stopped because his head hurt so much. He was looking for a handle around him, but he couldn't reach him.

Brucks. Nurul's body collapsed right in Rahman's hands following him behind. He was unconscious. Rahman immediately lifted Nurul's body and placed it on the sofa.

"Mother!" call Al.

"Nurain!" call Miss Dira.

Miss Dira ran to her room to get wind oil. Al started crying because of her unconscious mother.

"Mbok Tum, please get me a warm drink!" pinta Bu Dira half ran into the living room.

"Mother! Hiks, hysterics."

"Does Mother always faint after her emotions get out of control?" asked Rahman while rubbing Nurul's hand. Al nodded.

"It's Man!" Ms. Dira handed him the bottle of wind oil that she took in her room.

Rahman immediately brought the bottle closer to Nurul's nose. Rahman patted Nurul's cheek. Mbok Tum came to bring warm water for Nurul.

"Mbok, please pack up some of my clothes and Nurul. We will go to Jogja later after Nurul realized," said Rahman.

"Good Mas!" He immediately went to Rahman's room. Mbok Tum is shocked by Rahman's messy room. But he hurried to Rahman's request.

"Al! Al was home with Oma! Later the same father Mother to Jogja first, Al tomorrow if the school holiday is followed to Jogjanya yes!"

"But Yeah,"

"Later to tell me about Uti ya," Rahman hugged Al. Al finally obeyed Rahman's orders.

Shortly thereafter, Nurul regained consciousness. His hand was raised to hold his head. His eyes are still closed. His forehead is deep. Slowly he began to open his eyes.

"Dad! Your head still hurts?" ask Rahman.

"Mother!" Al hugged his mother's still limp body.

"No dear papa," Nurul rubbed Al's back.

"Drink first!" Ms. Dira handed a glass filled with water to Rahman.

Nurul tried to wake up. Al and Rahman helped him. Rahman then fed the warm water to Nurul.

"We're going home to Al!" nurul said after finishing drinking.

Al turned to Rahman. "Al let it be at home first, I accompany you back to Jogja," said Rahman.

Nurul was silent. Her tears are flowing back. He recalled the problem he was facing. Bu Dira sat next to Nurul.

"Sir, all problems must have a solution" said Bu Dira while hugging Nurul. Trying to calm his heart. "Patience! You have the Greatest God."

Nurul was still sobbing in Bu Dira's arms. Mbok Tum also came with a large suitcase belonging to Rahman. "It's over, '" said Mbok Tum.

"Go with Rahman! I'll be calmer if you go with your husband."

Nurul nodded her head. He still hugged Mum Dira. Her tears have not stopped flowing.

Slowly Nurul's cries began to subside. He then prepared to go to Jogja with Rahman.

"Don't be tired! Keep your condition! Dinda's problem, we'll talk about it after your mom's healthy!" bu Lastri's message to Nurul when Nurul said goodbye.

Nurul just nodded. He became more silent. His head was still throbbing, making him reluctant to talk much.

"Al, don't be naughty with Oma! Don't forget to pray that Uti will be healthy quickly!" Nurul hugged his son's body tightly.

"Yes Mother," Al replied while nodding in Nurul's arms.

"Mom', we go first" said Rahman.

"Be careful Man! Be patient with Nurul!"

"Yes Ma'am'."

Rahman and Nurul then went to Jogja. During the trip, there was not much conversation between them. Nurul still refused to talk to her husband. He chose to sleep because of his headache that had not gone away.

After midnight Rahman and Nurul arrive in Jogja. They went straight to the hospital where Bu Lastri was treated. They were barred from entering because the clock had run out, but after long negotiations with the hospital, they were allowed to enter. Miss Lastri was treated in the ICU. He is still unconscious.

In the waiting room, there was Nita alone. Nurul then rushed into his brother's arms. Shed her cry back. He momentarily saw the condition of his mother who was blocked by glass with a waiting room.

There is an infusion hose and some wires connected to the body of Miss Lastri. An oxygen hose is also attached as a respiratory aid. A white bandage was wrapped around his head. Eyes closed.

"You don't cry, pity your baby!" said Nita while rubbing Nurul's back slowly.

"Mother' how's Ma'am? Why aren't you conscious?" nurul asked in the middle of his stuffing.

"The doctor said, because the impact may be quite hard so he has not been aware. No papa, we just pray for the mother to quickly wake up and recover," Nita tried to strengthen herself for Nurul.

"No! Nurul wants to be here with mom."

"Pity Rahman Deck! He's so tired of his face!" Nita glanced at the exhausted Rahman.

"Yes Mas Rahman if you want to go home let me go home. Nurul wants to be here!"

"Dad! You are, don't be like your husband!"

Nurul just kept silent and did not answer. She chose to lay her body on a plastic mat that Nita brought from home.

"Have, rest!" Nita got up from her seat, then approached Rahman who was outside the waiting room.

"Man!" call Nita while sitting herself in the chair next to Rahman.

"Mother' how's Mama?"

"Mom's been slipping in the bathroom. The doctor said, his head hit quite hard, so until now it has not been conscious. Go home, rest at home! Take Nurul home, pity she's pregnant!"

"Nurul doesn't want to go home. I was advised to go home first, only tomorrow morning here, but he insisted on waiting for mom here."

"She does sometimes really care if you say,"

"Bak, did Nurul ever hit his head on anything?"

"Why really? Does he still have frequent headaches or fainting?"

"Yes, Ma'am,"

"When Nurul High School once fell from a motorcycle, and he was not wearing a helmet. Since we didn't have a motorbike at the time, he went to school with Nia, a neighbor next door. Because he wears a hijab, he's bonceng with one leg. They fell in front of the school gate, Nurul's rear head fell right on the rock."

"Is Nurul seriously injured?"

"Outside injuries don't exist, it's just that, for a day and a night his head hurts. Even to wake up he is not strong, because his head hurts. He did not want to go to the hospital. After that, he often had headaches and even fainted."

Rahman begins to worry about Nita's story. "Hopefully nothing bad happened to him" Rahmna murmured in her heart.

"Is he depressed? You guys got a problem?" ask Nita who really understands the condition of her sister. Rahman smiled a little.

"Problems in the household are common. The important thing is to finish everything with a cool head. Sorry, if Nurul's troubling you."

"Yes, Mother." Rahman nodded. "I'll accompany you here. Ma'am Nita just rest with Nurul. I rent you a room for a break?"

"I'll wait for Mom in the waiting room. Rent it to Nurul, pity she's pregnant." Nita then moves to the patient's waiting room and is followed by Rahman.

When he arrived, he saw Nurul was fast asleep. He and Rahman decided to let her stay asleep. Nita finally laid her body near Nurul. Rahman chose to sit while watching.

At four o'clock in the morning, Miss Lastri woke up. Bu Lastri was examined by a doctor. Rahman, who is still awake, wakes Nita and Nurul. Nita and Nurul enter the ICU room to see Ms. Lastri at her request and the doctor's permission.

"Mother', Nurul here ma'am'. Is anyone sick ma'am'?" nurul asked with tears beginning to flow.

Miss Lastri just shook her head. His right and left hands were held by his two daughters.

"Mom, mom, no, no papa!" ms. Lastri replied stammering as she looked at her two daughters.

"Mother rest again! Nita's with Nurul in the waiting room. There was Rahman there too" said Nita, who began to wet her cheeks.

"Ta, you take care of your sister! You guys gotta get along! Don't forget your sister's story, pity her if no one's heard it!" said Bu Lastri slowly.

"Mother' said what? There was a mother who always heard the story of Nurul Bu'," Nurul's tears began to flow profusely.

"Mother apologizes for the reason that you married Bayu first. And Al, take good care of him! Don't get mad at him!" the tears of Pastri began to flow. Nurul just nodded his head. He can't say anymore.

"Rahmanis. I want to see Rahman!" Nita invites Nurul out of the ICU and calls Rahman.

"Mom, how's Mom? Mother Ma'am, hiks, hiks," Nurul was sitting limp.

Rahman goes into the ICU room to see Miss Lastri. He was greeted with a small smile from Miss Lastri.

"Rahman, Nurul and Al ya's mom. Please take care of them! I'm sure, you're the best husband and father for them,"

"Sure ma'am, Rahman must have taken care of them. I also have to get well soon, so I can play with his sister Al tomorrow" Rahman encouraged Bu Lastri.

"I'm sorry if they bother you,"

"Of course not ma'am',"

"Man, please lead me to my creed!" Rahman was surprised to hear Bu Lastri's request. But he accepted it.

"Ashhadu-Laa Ilaaha will Allah, wa asyhadu anna Muhammad Rasulullah" said Bu Lastri slowly while being guided by Rahman.

"Mom's going to sleep first Man." Rahman nodded in understanding and left Bu Lastri.

Rahman returned to the waiting room. There Nurul and Nita were looking at Bu Lastri who was being treated by a doctor because suddenly his condition worsened. Rahman was surprised to see that.

The bad news is coming. Miss Lastri breathed her last that morning. Nita and Nurul couldn't help but cry. Rahman also shed tears seeing the condition of the two of them. Moreover, his wife who began to pale and continued to hold his head.

Nurul cries next to her mother's dead body. "Mother', wake up Mom'! Mom said she wanted to play with her sister Al, she wasn't even born mom', why did mom' leave? I'm up, ma'am'!"

Nurul shook Bu lastri's body and kissed her face. He hugged her tightly with tears flowing. Suddenly his body sank into unconsciousness. Rahman swiftly captured his wife's body and immediately took her to the IGD. Nurul was immediately treated by a doctor.

Rahman left Nurul after his condition stabilized despite being unconscious. He approached Nita.

"Bak just go home, let Rahman take care of the hospital," Rahman suggested to Nita.

"How's nurul?"

"It's still unconscious, but it's been treated by a doctor. Come home with Bagas! Later Rahman followed after the administrative affairs were completed."

"Republica?"

"My personal bodyguard. He came here earlier. He's waiting outside."

Nita follows Rahman's advice. He was sent home by Rahman's personal bodyguard to prepare for the needs at home. Rahman took care of the hospital administration while waiting for Nurul to wake up. Not to forget he told Bu Dira and his two best friends.

Bu Dira who got news from Rahman immediately informed Fatimah. He then invited Al to Jogja after Fatimah arrived at Bu Dira's house. They set out together with Burhan and Shodiq as well as Rika and Nana.

Death is always a mystery. No one knows when it will come. It has always been the divine's secret.