The Widow's Choice

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Weekends in Semarang City. Rahman and Nurul thoroughly enjoyed their short vacation. Fatimah did not let her sister-in-law be alone at all. He was worried that Nurul would not be at home.

"Sir, did you ask Rahman?" fatimah asked as they sat on the balcony of Fatimah's house.

"Ask what Deck?" nurul Sahut.

Fatimah patted her head hard. "Oh my goodness, Ma'am, who forgot last night?"

"Every night?" Nurul tried to remember what Fatimah meant. "Oh that, not yet Deck. Mas Rahman slept first last night, so don't talk"

"We're interrogating now how's Ma'am?"

"Pump! Bring Ali along! Let him not miss the story." Nurul.

"OK!"

"I call Mas Rahman, you call Ali ya!"

"Sip! We'll see you here again!" Fatimah raised her thumb.

The two women were looking for their husbands. They searched the whole house. Ali and Rahman were swimming with three little dwarves on a hot afternoon.

"Yeahh Ma'am, again on the swim." Fatimah said a little disappointed when they got to the side of the pool.

"We wait for Dek, we'll ask if it's over!"

"I'm swimming!"

"Eh, I can't swim Deck."

"Begging to be taught Mas Rahman! Rahman is a good swimmer."

"Next time on Deck!" reject Nurul smooth.

"If she panics and there's nothing like pregnancy, do you want Dek's responsibility? Huh uh?" rahman's voice shocked the two women.

"Yes that's not what Fatimah means! It's a pity that Mbak Nurul just saw a doang here."

"No papa Deck! I used to see Mas Rahman swimming at home" replied Nurul rubbing Fatimah's arm.

"Udah yuk Dek to the room! There's something I want to say to you" Rahman asked as he pulled Nurul's right hand.

"Mas Rahman is swimming?" ask Nurul while standing up.

"Already! Tomorrow again." Answer Rahman. Rahman and Nurul went into the house and went to his room.

"Kok I left Ma'am?" fatimah Whinek.

"She said she wanted to swim? Yes it swims the same Ali as the others!" rahman answered a little screaming because he was inside the house.

Upon reaching the room, Rahman took a shower. While Nurul chose to lie down on the sofa room while waiting for Rahman who was bathing.

"What did you say?" nurul asked Rahman after he was dressed and finished bathing.

Rahman walked up to Nurul and knelt in front of him. Nurul soon woke up from the fall.

"I love you." Rahman stared gently at Nurul's face carefully.

Nurul just silently returned Rahman's gaze. He blinked his eyes a few times. Finally a beautiful smile was created from Nurul's lips. His cheeks began to blush. His heart is beating fast. His heart is very happy. Just because of a simple sentence.

"Maass, that,,"

"Heem?"

"It is good what Nurul did, until Allah gave you as good a husband as you did for me. A good father like you to Al. You truly love us, accept us for who we are and always guide us to goodness. How can I repay all that?"

"Be my best wife in the world and the Hereafter. And trust me always." Rahman kissed Nurul's forehead so gently. Nurul closed his eyes. Enjoy that happy moment.

"In shaa Allah Mas. Thank you." Thank you." Nurul hugged Rahman's body.

"Grand, okay inside! Don't be naughty, okay!" Rahman let go of his embrace and rubbed Nurul's stomach. A movement from inside Nurul's stomach occurred right where Rahman's hand was rubbing Nurul's stomach.

"Dear, it's dad!" Rahman landed a soft kiss on Nurul's stomach. Rahman sat down next to Nurul and grabbed Nurul's shoulder with one hand. Pull her into his arms.

"Mas, uh,,"

"Yes,,"

"Want to have a boy or a girl?" Nurul rubbed his stomach because the baby's movements were very strong and long enough.

"We've got Al, I want a daughter, let's be pretty like you,"

Nurul turned his gaze towards Rahman's face. He kissed Rahman's lips. They also smile.

"But if God gives a boy, I don't mind. The important thing is, you and our children, are healthy and well."

Nurul nodded her head at Rahman's chest. "Maass, that,,"

"Why my dear?"

"Didn't Mas ever have the desire to make out with me?" Nurul said as his hands were busy playing with his clothes rope that was on his tomb. He was actually very embarrassed to ask that question, but it was also quite disturbing to his mind.

"I'm a normal guy, baby for that. I often want to do it with you." Rahman rubbed Nurul's head.

Rahman let go of his embrace. He changed his seat to face Nurul. Holding his wife's cheeks.

"It's not because it's a baby. Don't grieve!" Rahman rubbed Nurul's cheeks with his thumb.

"I'm sorry that I did the first one without your permission, because you were under the influence of drugs back then. I actually want to do it when we're ready and accepting each other. But since you were under the influence of medicine back then, I didn't want to harm you then either." Rahman paused his sentence while still looking at his wife's slightly blushing face.

"After that you're pregnant and bleeding. Arum told me not to spice you up for a while until you're strong enough. So I held him back, because I didn't want anything bad to happen again. Especially after yesterday in London. The doctor forbade me from hitting you until you gave birth. Because if your amniotic fluid seeps back, it will be very dangerous for our child. And I don't want that to happen."

"Sorry Mas, this is all because of Nurul," the tears began to flow. "I'm sorry, Nurul can't be a good wife to you."

"You're not wrong, baby! This is a test for us." Rahman wiped the tears that soaked Nurul's cheeks.

"Do you want to do it?" Rahman seduces Nurul.

"Mas, this is in Fatimah's house." refused Nurul.

Geck, tok, tok. I heard a sound on the door of the room. The knock diverted the conversation of the couple. Nurul rushed to clean the rest of her tears. Rahman got off the couch and opened the door.

"Dad, Mother?" Al said after seeing Rahman open the door.

"That's inside. Come inside!" Al also approached Nurul who was still sitting on the sofa. He immediately sat beside her. Rahman followed him.

"Mother, have you not moved yet Mother?" ask Al polo.

"Dear baby, from earlier."

Al immediately stroked his mother's large stomach. "Gluck! This is Mas again, hhihi,"

Nurul and Rahman smiled at Al's behavior. Al and Rahman love to stroke Nurul's big belly and feel the movement of her fetus.

"Al," call Rahman.

"Yes Well," Al turned his eyes to Rahman

"Want to have a brother or sister?" ask Rahman.

"Women Well, let it be like Dek Rindi."

"But later if Allah loves men, Al-Tetep must love equally!"

"Of course Well. If you're born later, want Al invite naji, swim, toys, play basketball, eat, bob together, and learn martial arts."

"You want to learn martial arts, honey?" ask Rahman.

"You Yah. Let it later be able to take care of Mother if there is something evil again with Mother."

"Study with Daddy?"

"Can you do martial arts?" nurul asked in surprise.

"could. I used to study karate, pencak silat and taekwondo. And pass all."

"Well, Dad's great. Want to learn!" answer Al spirit.

"OK champ! Tomorrow I teach you the basics, and then you sign up for a martial arts study."

"Thank you Dad" Al hugged Rahman tightly and kissed her cheek.

"But promise, must remain the focus of the school and memorize the Qur'an!" Pinta Rahman's.

"Ready Dad!"

"Thank you, sir." Nurul said while looking at Rahman's face.

"Yes," replied Rahman.

The conversation continues. Until the afternoon, Rahman, Nurul, Bu Dira and Al came home. Tomorrow we will return to our usual activities.

After a visit to Fatimah's house, Rahman and Nurul begin to prepare the necessities for their prospective children. They bought some baby necessities.

Fatimah and Bu Dira were no less enthusiastic. They gave some gifts to the child candidates Rahman and Nurul. Everyone was looking forward to his birth.

What God intended to happen will happen. It's all just a matter of time. We never know when that will happen. And when it comes, ready or not, we must continue to accept it and face it.

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Asaalamu'alaikum's chat..

Hi readers all 🤗🤗

Thank you for your support and for faithfully reading the story of Rahman and Nurul to date 😊

Oohh, othor really touched 🥺🥺 anyone wants to read this amateur othor story.

Oh yes readers, the story of Rahman and Nurul is almost over.. 😁

Othornya do not like if the story is extended 😅 later fear it even so digress everywhere othornya 😄 (realm still amateur, his imagination was limited 😁)

Thank you readers all 😘😘

Wassalamu'alaic..