The Widow's Choice

Not Fight

"Mas Rahmaaannn!" Nurul suddenly shouted very loudly. The phone in his hand just slipped out.

"Nurain? Nurain? Rahman why? Nurul?" Burhan's voice screamed in Nurul's unheard-of call. Nurul opened the car door and ran out. He forgets Rahman's request not to get out of the car.

Nurul's tears just flowed when she saw Rahman being hit hard by Akbar right in her stomach. Rahman tried to fight back.

"Stop!" Shouted Akbar as he grabbed the hand of Nurul who ran towards Rahman. Everyone turned towards Akbar.

"Please Mas Akbar!" Nurul tried to pull his hand which was held and gripped by Akbar.

Bugs. Rahman was again beaten by two men simultaneously until he fell down. "Mas Rahman!"

"Let's fight Man again! Then you'll see your son Nurul's wrath die!" Akbar said while grinning evilly.

"Mas Rahman, fight Mas!" Nurul yells at Rahman.

"Don't hurt Nurul or my baby!" Said Rahman grimacing with pain.

"You have to die if you want! And I'll have my Almira completely."

"No, no! You have to fight me!" Nurul is still trying to rebel from the clutches of Akbar's hand.

"Stop him!" Akbar's orders.

Akbar's men beat Rahman again. Rahman really didn't fight back.

"Mas Akbar stop! What do you want Mas? Why are you being like this?" Nurul said while holding the pain in his hand because of Akbar's grip.

"I just want you. Almira darling!" Akbar rubbed gently on Nurul's cheek. Nurul threw Akbar's hand on his cheek.

"I'm married Mas. And I didn't have any feelings for you in the first place either."

"But I love you dear Almira. I love you so much. I'll make you happy!"

"That's not love, it's obsession!"

"It's not Almira baby, it's love! My love is sincere with you."

"If you love me, you will let me go and let me live happily by my choice. Not even hurt me like this!"

"I'll make you happy too Almira!"

"Eeuummhh, let's go! Take me off and tell your men to stop!" Nurul felt her fetus contracting, she held her stomach with one hand.

"If you want to come with me and be mine."

"Please, stop! Mas Rahman could die if he continued to be beaten like that, hiks, hiks." Nurul knelt in front of Akbar.

"Wake up, baby! Don't you defend him! He took you from me!" Akbar snapped after helping Nurul stand up.

"Mas Rahman, hicks, hicks, eeuummhh!" Nurul with all his strength held back from straining. She withheld contractions from her baby.

"Stop!" Akbar's orders. Akbar's men stopped beating Rahman.

Rahman's body was beaten by several of Akbar's men without a fight. He fell down but still conscious, he had difficulty moving. Nurul tries to break away from Akbar. He pulled out his hand with all his might, but to no avail. Akbar's hand grip was so strong.

"Mas Rahman, torment, torment, hold on!"

"Pierce him!" Pinta Akbar's.

"Don't Akbar, don't! Nurul begs you, Mas! Don't do that!"

Rahman was held by two of Akbar's men to stand. And another man was ready with a knife in his hand.

"You must see, he who has taken you from me is dead!" One hand of Akbar grabbed Nurul's chin and faced him towards Rahman. Nurul shook so hard.

"Don't Mas Akbar! Please!" Nurul begged to return.

"Do it!"

Jamb. A knife stuck perfectly in Rahman's stomach. Blood immediately poured out from his wound.

"Mas Rahman! Help u! Anyone please!" Nurul shouted as loudly as possible. Nurul's body limp instantly saw Rahman who fell after being stabbed. He sat down beside Akbar who remained tightly clutching his one hand.

"Hhahaha, that's the result because you dared to seize my Almira!" Umpat Akbar is triumphant.

"Mas Rahman! Awake Mas! Wake up!" Nurul lirih said in his tears.

The people around and the road users, no one dared to come closer. They were too afraid, because there were Akbar's men who carried sharp weapons and firearms.

Until there was a woman walking with a definite step approaching Akbar from behind. He grabbed Akbar's shoulder and pulled it. Akbar twisted his body and looked at the woman.

Plaque. A very hard slap fell on Akbar's left cheek. "Mama?"

"What are you doing Bar? Why are you being like this?" ask the woman who is none other than Miss Tari.

Nurul turned towards Akbar. He immediately stood up when he saw Bu Tari beside Akbar. "Budhe Dance, please Mas Rahman Budhe!"

"Yes Rul! I must have helped Rahman!" Said Mrs Tari.

"Ma, Akbar has got Almira Ma! Mama's gonna have a daughter-in-law soon!" Reply Akbar.

"You crazy Bar! Why did you hurt Rahman and Nurul?"

"I just want Almira Ma!"

"But he was already Rahman's wife. He's also your best friend."

"Not anymore Ma! Friends won't snatch what their friends have."

"You and Nurul don't even have any ties! You're not married or 'aruf yet!"

"It's all Mama's fault! If only you had approved of me in the first place, Almira would have been mine and this wouldn't have happened."

"I've never had any feelings for you!" Nurul Sahut.

"That feeling can grow as time goes by dear. Slowly you will love me!"

"No will! I would never love you if you had this attitude! I'm grateful that Rahman asked me to come first."

"You heard Bar yourself what Nurul said! Now let Nurul go and we've got all this. Rahman should be taken to the hospital immediately." Pinta Bu Dance with a slightly soft tone. He tried to break his son's heart.

"All right then! If that's your decision, Almira, I'll end it now." Rahman's face looked even more angry.

"Wake him!" Pinta Akbar's. Rahman was again helped to stand by two of Akbar's men. Rahman was still conscious, he glanced at his wife who was trying to break away from Akbar.

"I'm sorry baby, I can't take care of you and our son!" Rahman.

"Bring me here!" Akbar.

A man came near Akbar. He handed her a gun. Nurul and Bu Tari widened their eyes.

"Akbar stop! Don't do it, son!" Rayu Bu Tari holding Akbar's hand with a gun.

"Mas Akbar don't Mas! Nurul please! Don't do it, Mom!" Nurul again pleaded with Akbar.

"Bring Mama back to the car! Don't let him bother me again!" Akbar's orders.

"Budhe, help Budhe! Budhee!" Nurul called Bu Tari for help.

"Akbar, not Bar! Stop that!" Bu Tari is still trying to seduce Akbar.

Two of Akbar's men immediately pulled Bu Tari. He tried to rebel, but he couldn't. He was taken back to his car and was not allowed to get out of the car. He could only see his son from a distance.

"Mas Akbar, please Mas! Don't do that!" Nurul continued to beg.

"You asked for this Almira! You'd rather him than me. You must see him die! And YOU'll catch up with him later."

"Don't Mas! If you take revenge on me, kill me! Not Rahman!"

"You deserve to die!"

Akbar raised his hand which was holding a gun. And directed it towards Nurul. Nurul tried to smile at Akbar.

"Do it if it makes you satisfied!" Nurul said calmly. "Please, O God! Only in You do we surrender, and only Your help can help us."

"Of course!" Suddenly Akbar's hand turned towards Rahman.

Dor. Dor. Two gunshots were heard almost simultaneously.

"Mas Rahman!" Nurul shouted very loudly. And at that moment there was also water rushing from his crotch. "*My number is broken!" mumam Nurul's.