The Widow's Choice

Other Side

"Sir, you just rest! Temenin Rahman was there, this let me finish," pinta Nita when Nurul began to help her prepare for the seven-day anniversary of Bu Lastri's death.

"Full Brother diem continue! Anyway, this sitting is not a walk. Mas Rahman just took care of the job." Nurul replied while slightly pursing his lips.

"Yaudah! If you are tired, rest! No need to macem-macem! You just got back from the hospital too."

"Yes my dear sister!" nurul said with a slightly spoiled tone.

Nurul just got back from the hospital. After three days in the hospital, he was allowed to go home. He also had a CT scan of his head. Doctors diagnosed Nurul's frequent headaches as a result of a traumatic injury caused by a rear-head impact during an accident a few years ago. He was given medication to ease his pain if it recurred.

Rahman has started to return to work. Although still from a distance. He checked the reports that Burhan and Shodiq had sent from Jogja. She has also received news that the news of Dinda's pregnancy is just a big lie. But he hasn't told Nurul that yet. He wanted to ascertain the truth of the photo and video.

And today, exactly one week into the anniversary of Bu Lastri's death, Burhan has made an appointment with a person he trusts to confirm the authenticity of Rahman's photos and videos. Even he had to meet her outside the city to avoid the suspicion of someone he thought was the mastermind behind the matter.

"So how is Mister? Was Rahman in the photo and video?" burhan asks a man he trusts to analyze the truth of the photos and videos.

"Do you want good news or bad news first?" sahut the man in front of Burhan whose age may not be far from Burhan.

"Bad news."

"The bad news, the one in the photo is right Mr. Rahman."

"You sure?"

"Very."

"But Rahman couldn't have done that,"

"From your story yesterday, didn't Mr Rahman become unconscious? Maybe that's when the photo was made. And if that's true, then there's someone else in that room besides Mr. Rahman and that woman,"

"Other people?"

"Yes. And for sure, they have worked with the kitchen or maybe the waiter who was in the hotel to put something in the drink or food Mr. Rahman. To render him unconscious, and trap him in that room."

"Why did I miss that? Aahh, shit!" Burhan cursed to himself.

"Their plans are quite mature Mr. Burhan."

"Then the good news?"

"The good news, the one in the video is not Mr. Rahman."

"You mean?"

"The one who had sex with the woman in the video was not Mr. Rahman, but another man. Maybe he's the third person in the room."

"Which took those photos?"

"Maybe,"

"So you mean, the person in the photo and the video is different?"

"Yes. And when the woman gets pregnant, most likely, the child in the womb is not Mr. Rahman's child."

"What makes you sure if the one in the video is Rahman?"

"It's actually pretty hard to find. They are quite observant in editing the video. But if you pay attention to more detail and slowly, there are times when the stitch scar on the back shoulder that is clearly shown in the photo, is lost in the video. It was only a split second, but it could be proof that it was someone else. And also, his facial line was briefly changed in the video."

"Are you willing to be a witness if needed?"

"of course. I am indebted to the late Mr. Khairil Abdullah, and perhaps at this time I should repay him."

"All right, thank you."

"I'll send the final result file to you. And hopefully that can be solid evidence for the police."

"of course. Hope you are more careful after this. Since I'm worried, the person behind this matter will be looking for you."

"Of course Mr. Burhan. I have an aide who always escorts me everywhere."

"alright. Thanks for everything."

"Together Mr. Burhan."

"Then, excuse me!" Burhan got out of his chair and shook hands with the man in front of him.

"Good Mr. Burhan. I wait for the next news. And please send my regards to Ms. Indira." The man replied, shaking Burhan's hand.

Burhan immediately left where he had met. He immediately returned to D**** to provide the results of the analysis from the man. And will investigate the hotel employees' connection to the incident.

On the other hand, Shodiq has found out where Dinda got the results of the false pregnancy test. He also had the name of the doctor who made it. Just gather all the evidence and hand it over to the authorities.

While at Dinda's house, that afternoon he had just come home from work. He just walked into his house and changed his clothes. He now only wears a pink tanktop and hot pants denim. I used to dress like that at home.

Two cars were parked in front of her house. He knew who owned one of the cars. He opened the door before the man even knocked on it.

"Damn you Dinda!" a man shouted after he stood right in front of Dinda, choking one hand against Dinda's neck.

Dinda smacked the man's hand. He's having trouble breathing. But the man didn't budge in the least. And even pushed Dinda's body to hit the wall in his house.

"What, what's my fault?" said Dinda stammering.

"Why didn't you tell me from the beginning that you didn't have a uterus?"

"Explain!" sniff the man.

"You didn't ask me, did you? Anyway, I've got someone who's willing to donate her womb to me." Dinda replied with a slight snatch and had started to stand back up.

"You ruined my plan!"

"Your own fault! I wanted to tell you back then, but you were too busy telling me your plans and not letting me talk."

"Aarrrggghh, damn you! How could you do that? Rahman would have been suspicious. You idiot!"

"I've got a plan for that."

"Forget your plan! Rahman knows you're not pregnant and don't even have a uterus."

"What?"

"It's so stupid of you! Even Rahman's two best friends managed to turn things around by setting you up."

"Burhan and Shodiq?" Dinda speechless. He remembers what happened a few days ago at the restaurant.

"Yes. They gave you sleeping pills and took you to the hospital."

"A shit! They're fooling me."

"When are you going to have a uterus transplant?"

"Next week in Jakarta."

"What are your plans after that?"

"I'll pretend to miscarry after that. And that's enough to just divert my fake pregnancy. Most importantly, I have to be Rahman's wife again."

"Will it work?"

"If not, I should get pregnant as soon as I have surgery, whatever the risk."

"You're gonna frame Rahman again?"

"That's too hard. What if you haunt me?" Dinda began to play her finger on the chest of the man who had been snapping at her.

"I? I don't want to have a child from you." the man threw Dinda's hand out and started grabbing her.

"alright. Maybe I'll frame Rahman again. But for sure, I'm gonna need your help again."

The man snorted in annoyance. "alright. Call me when you're done with surgery!"

"of course. But, what exactly is your problem with Rahman? From yesterday you won't tell me."

"He took my future wife." Said the man with a fire of jealousy in his chest.

"What's? So you want Nurul? What's so great about him?"

"Close your mouth! He's much better than you" said the man, pointing his index finger at Dinda.

"really? Is he able to satisfy you in bed like I satisfied you back then?" Dinda started teasing the man back.

"She's not a whore like you, willing to sell herself for money."

"Alright, alright! He's better than me."

"Don't you ever insult my Almir."

"Whatever." Dinda leaves the man to his table to get a drink.

The man spread his eyes across Dinda's house. Look closely at the contents of the small house. Suddenly Dinda came to bring him a drink. Dinda handed the cold drink directly to the man. He also accepted it.

Two cans of soda they opened together. Dinda who was thirsty, hastily drank the drink. Accidentally, there are some drinks that flow to the neck to the chest.

"You're like a child. Drink this way until the straws! Cih," said the man when he finished sipping his drink.

"Aahh, let it go! I'm so thirsty. Moreover, you strangled me earlier." Dinda replied.

Dinda put the can of drink in her hand and took the tissue on her desk, and wiped her wet neck and chest. His chest that was quite large size slightly swayed because of his own actions. He did not realize, the man in front of him looked at him carefully.

"Damn!" Bump the man in the heart. His lust arose because of Dinda. His passion for love was present.

Without waiting for long, he immediately put the can he held onto the table. Then quickly grabbed Dinda's body. Pulling Dinda's tanktop strap and bra down, until Dinda's breasts open perfectly. He then meng*mat lips Dinda and mem*inkan two chewy objects on Dinda's chest.

Dinda immediately reciprocated the man's treatment. Dinda led the man into her room. He took off his clothes and clothes.

Des*han for des*han echoed in Dinda's restroom. They are true and vilifying passionate. Until they reach mutual release.

"Almira," cried the man as he got the release.

The man finally dropped his body beside Dinda. They slowly rearrange their breath.

"Your feelings for Nurul, they're not love. But obsession." Said Dinda while confirming the blanket that covered her body. The man just kept silent and did not answer.

"And don't forget my payment for that one," added Dinda.