The Widow's Choice

Pick up the Madam Candidate

The day has turned dark. The sun has returned to his quarrel. Now is the time for the moon and the stars that adorn the vast sky.

But unfortunately, the beauty of the night sky was covered by clustered black clouds. Indeed, cloudy does not mean rain. But it can make a sign, maybe the sky is trying to give coolness to the earth.

Adhan Isya has been reverberating for some time. Nurul and Al have returned from the mosque.

"His PR is done Al?" Ask Nurul.

"Mother's Mother." Al answered while turning on the tv.

"You want to eat now what will you do *L*e?"

"Later Mother, Al did not want to eat. Mother if you want, just eat first not papa."

"Let's go on *L*e, you don't want to."

Tok, tock, tock, tock, to,,

"Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumussalam." Nurul and Al answered at the same time. Nurul immediately stood up from his seat to open the door.

"Sir Harto! What's the matter sir here at night? And how do you know my house?" Tanya Nurul was confused. Al immediately approached his mother.

"I was told by Ms. Dira to pick up Ms. Nurul and her son." Honest Mr. Harto.

Nurul also remembered an unusual invitation from Indira's mother last afternoon.

"Sorry sir, I can't seem to come. I have to get my son to do his schoolwork." Lying for any reason.

"In that case, I called Bu Dira first!"

Mr. Harto then took the phone on his shirt and dialed the phone number of Bu Indira on his phone and called him. And the call is directly connected.

"Assalamu'alaikum Ma'am'. Sorry ma'am, Mbak Nurul can not come ma'am he said. Should let her son do schoolwork."

"Give Nurul his cell phone!"

"Oh yes ma'am for a minute." Mr. Harto kept his phone away from his ear.

"Sorry Mbak Nurul, this is Bu Dira to talk to Mbak Nurul."

Nurul then received a mobile phone from the hands of Pak Harto.

"Assalamu'alaikum Ma'am'." Sapa Nurul was a little hesitant.

"Wa'alaikumussalam's chat. How *N*duk? Why not be a dateng? I've been waiting for you since." The voice from the phone echoed in Nurul's ear.

"Nurul's really sorry ma'am'. Al still got schoolwork not done." Nurul's lie was later obtained by Al. Nurul just smiled at Al.

"Mom' doesn't want to know. Schoolwork can be done tomorrow. Anyway you should come to Mom's house tonight. Tell Mr. Harto he can't go home if you're not with Al." Said Bu Indira firmly.

Nurul's eyes also patterned hearing Indira's words. Pak Harto who heard little of the words of Ms. Indira then put on a confused face. He was preparing to start his acting.

"It's a real maksa guy!" Batin Nurul while handing back Harto's phone.

" How about mbak?" ask Mr. Harto while receiving his phone back.

"Sorry sir! Earlier, Ms. Dira said, Mr. Harto can't go home if you don't come with me and my son." Honest Nurul.

"Mbak, please dong! Come to Miss Dira's house! Cook yes I can not go home, it is impossible also I nginep here Mbak." Ratap pak Harto.

"Can't go back to Miss Dira's house, no papa. There's still my beloved wife waiting at home, hhihi. But pity is also the same as Nurul Mbak. I'm sorry Ma'am, for Mas Rahman's sake Mbak Nurul also."

"Eh, don't sir."

Nurul was silent for a moment and thought.

"Ehhmm, how is it sir? Butiii," Nurul turned to Al.

"Yes sir, I'm with you. But we changed clothes for a moment, sir! You can wait inside first." Nawab Nurul.

"Alhamdulillah. Thanks, Ma'am, thank you. I'll just wait here, ma'am." Answer Mr. Harto with a radiant face.

Nurul and Al went inside. Nurul then explains to Al that they will go to Bu Dira's house and ask Al to change his clothes. Nurul also entered his room to change clothes.

While in front of the house, Pak Harto immediately took his cellphone and sent a message to Indira's mother.

"Comandant success plan. Package will be launched soon.👍"

Ten minutes later, Nurul and Al had finished preparing. They then went out of the house to approach Mr. Harto. Pak Harto was a little surprised by Nurul's performance. She looks even prettier with a simple navy-colored robe and a large instant saffron-colored hijab with a silver flower brooch on her left chest.

"Here comes my new mistress candidate". Inner Pak Harto.

Al was no less surprising than his appearance. With a polo shirt in line with the dress of the mother combined with black jeans, making it look a little more mature. Different from how they looked before changing clothes. Chubby.

"Let's sir!" Nurul's voice awakened Pak Harto's admiration.

"Oh yes Ma'am. I parked in front of the alley, couldn't get in."

Nurul then locked the door and walked out of the front alley of his rented house. Nurul's rented house did enter a small alley. Just enough to be passed by two motorcycles passing each other. But it was quite convenient for Nurul and the people who also contracted the house around Nurul's contract.

After exiting the alley, Mr. Harto then headed to a white sedan parked by the roadside. He opened the back door for Nurul and Al.

Nurul was surprised to receive the treatment. But he did not want to argue, because he was on the side of the road that was quite crowded. Pak Harto then ran around the car to get behind the wheel. And then drove his car to the employer's house.

"Sorry Mr. Harto, actually at Bu Dira's house there is an event, sir? What is your plan, sir?" Nurul asked when the car stopped because the traffic light was on red.

"If you don't hear wrong, pray for Mas Rahman because he wants to give up his dual status. Kan Mas Rahman was already a 7-year-old widower. But I don't really understand either. Not many guests were invited. I was just ordered to pick up Nurul's sister." Obviously Mr. Harto who immediately glanced at the rearview mirror to see the expression of the new mistress candidate.

Deg. Deg. Deg.

"Oh so." Nurul replied briefly while nodding his head.

Nurul was glued to his seat. He tried to cover up his shock by turning his gaze out the window. Al is still busy with games on his phone.

"Mas Rahman has long been a widower. And now he's getting married. Isn't that nice? But why does it feel like something's stuck in my heart? I met him once and it was only for a while. But the glare of her sharp and gentle eyes, why has it been ringing in my mind ever since. Azaghfirullah." Nurul was busy with her own thoughts.

Since Nurul's meeting with Rahman in front of Bu Indira's house at that time, Nurul often flashed a shadow of Rahman in his mind. His eyes were sharp but full of gentleness. His handsome face with fair yellow skin and firm jaws. Not to forget the friendly smile of a tall and dashing man was able to distract Nurul for a moment from his activities. Astarghfirullahal. That is what Nurul will say when he awakens from his daydream.

Nurul was busy with his mind drifting somewhere.

"O Allah, forgive this servant of yours who has thought of a man who should not. Guard the eyes and heart of the servant from committing adultery, O Allah. And may Bu Indira get the best daughter-in-law for her. Aamiin's."

That is a sincere piece of do'a from the heart of a Nurul. Finally, a smile fell on the widow's lips with her sweet face.