The Widow's Choice

Misunderstanding

Three days have passed since that incident. Nurul's condition is getting better. The bleeding is over. Rahman's condition is still the same. He is still unconscious.

After Nita's arrival, Nita is the one who keeps Nurul in the hospital every day. Ms. Dira is only in the hospital during the day, at night she will return home. It was also at the request of Fatimah and Ali, for the sake of Bu Dira's own health.

Yudi and her two daughters are at Bu Dira's house with Al, Riko and Rindi. Fatimah and Ali took turns to look after Rahman.

During the day, Nurul always met Rahman in the ICU. He doesn't talk much. She simply put her head on her husband's lying arm. Swiping, and holding his hand. Her mouth and heart were incessantly praying for her husband to come to his senses.

Nurul can't linger next to Rahman. He will then see Rahman from the waiting room right next to Rahman lying down. The room was limited only by the wall at the bottom and the glass wall at the top. He often spent time there while waiting for Rahman to wake up with his daughter.

Bu Tari and his family have also visited Rahman and Nurul. Ms. Tari and her husband immediately apologized to Ms. Dira. Bu Tari even knelt before Bu Dira and Nurul.

"I'm sorry Ma'am! I didn't know Akbar would do such a thing." Said Ms. Tari after she sat next to Ms. Dira.

"That's it, ma'am, this is a test for us. Hopefully there is wisdom behind all this," replied Bu Dira trying to calm Ms. Tari.

"Sorry Akbar yes Rul, he is blinded by his feelings!" Said Isty sitting on the edge of Nurul's bed.

"Yes Miss Isty, I understand." Answer Nurul.

"Where's your son Rul?" Isty asked curiously.

"That's Miss Isty, just in my big brother's arms." Nurul pointed to the window where Nita was holding Nurul's baby. Isty followed Nurul's hand.

"Cowok what girl Rul?" Isty began to move from her seat and approached Nita.

"Mrs Isty's Girl."

"May I be a fat?"

"May Ma'," Isty held the little baby and held him.

"Beautiful Rul, look like Rahman's face." Praise Isty.

"Yes, where's your son?" Ms. Tari was curious about her best friend's new granddaughter.

"This is Ma, so beautiful!" Isty enthusiastically called his mother.

Bu Tari immediately approached Isty. He took turns holding the baby girl. The little baby still fell asleep even though the voices of the adults were quite rowdy talking about it.

Ms. Dira tried to make her chest accept all this. For the good of all. He also did not want the relationship between the two families destroyed. So he chose to forgive everyone. And hope, there will only be happiness after all this.

That afternoon, Nurul and her daughter were allowed to go home. Exactly three days after Nurul regained consciousness. And as they packed, they got word that Rahman had awakened. Nurul rushed to hold her daughter and left the room.

Outside the room was a bodyguard who had been waiting for him in a wheelchair. He was ordered by Ali to always be on alert if Nurul wanted to visit Rahman in the ICU.

"I'm walking alone sir!" Nurul said in a hurry.

"But ma'am, we're just following orders!"

Nurul finally gave up. "But hurry sir!"

"Good Mom'."

Nurul immediately sat down and was pushed by the bodyguard. The bodyguard walked faster as Nurul requested. Bu Dira and Nita followed behind him.

When they reached the waiting room, Rahman was being examined by doctors and nurses. And when the doctor had confirmed Rahman's condition well, the family was allowed to visit, but still limited. Miss Dira came in first.

"You finally realized Man. Everyone's waiting for you." Said Ms. Dira while rubbing Rahman's cheek. He kissed his son's forehead.

Rahman just smiled. His body hurts everywhere. He wanted to say a lot of things, but his body was still limp.

"Nu, Nurul?" Rahman's words stammered.

"Nurul is okay. And your son was born too. Women, so beautiful." Said Ms. Dira with a happy smile.

Rahman shed his tears. He was happy to hear that his daughter was born. But he also felt sad, because he could not accompany Nurul during the birth process.

"That's your daughter!" Bu Dira pointed towards the glass wall that became the barrier between the ICU space and the waiting room. Rahman slowly turned his head towards Bu Dira's hand pointing.

There was Ali, Fatimah, Nita and Nurul of course while holding her daughter. Nurul couldn't hold back her tears as Rahman turned to her. Feelings raging. Happy that Rahman finally came to her senses, and was able to see her daughter, and vice versa. But he still felt guilty for Rahman. He felt that Rahman's condition was caused because of him.

Nurul ran out of the waiting room holding her daughter. Ali, Fatimah and Nita let it go. Bu Dira and Rahman await Nurul's arrival inside.

Until a while, Nurul did not come in, Bu Dira then went out looking for him. He went straight to the waiting room.

"Where's our?" The three people there looked at each other.

"Is Nurul not in the ICU room'?" Nita Sahut.

"Nothing. Rahman was waiting for that."

"Astaghfirullah." Say everyone.

They immediately rushed out of the room. They then approached Nurul and passed by one of Rahman's bodyguards.

"See Nurul's not Gas?" Ask Miss Dira.

"She seemed to be running towards her nursery." Answer Bagas.

"Let me talk to her, ma'am'." Nita.

Miss Dira, Fatimah and Ali agreed. The three of them then returned to the ICU waiting room to accompany Rahman. Nita ran straight to Nurul's ward.

"Why are you back here, nduk? It's waiting for your husband!" Nita said when she saw Nurul sitting next to her baby box.

"You why cry? Rahman is conscious. You don't want to see him?" Nita asked as she had crouched down in front of Nurul.

Nurul was silent. His body shook from crying. He could not answer Nita's question. Nita finally hugged her sister who was crying sobbing. Tranquilize.

After a while, Nurul's cries began to subside. Nita let go of her embrace. "You why?

Nurul just shook his head. "If not papa, why come back here? Rahman wants to see you with your daughter."

Nurul remained silent. "Is anyone sick? Your stomach hurts?"

Nurul shook back. "Then?"

"Already Rul! Meet Rahman now, let your baby I'll take care of here. There, go!" Nita Pinta.

"But Ma'am,,"

"No buts! There quick!"

Nita immediately pulled Nurul's body to stand up. she led Nurul out of the room. "There go!"

Nurul finally obeyed Nita. He also wanted to meet Rahman. Hearing voices. Hugged it and held it tight.

But he remembered that what happened to Rahman was because of him. All of this scared him to go to Rahman. Not afraid to be scolded or reviled, just because of his guilt, he did not know how to deal with Rahman.

Nurul finally arrived at the ICU. He went in and put on special clothes. He approached Rahman who was still lying limp with his eyes closed. He looked towards the waiting room, there was no one there.

Ali and Fatimah are in charge of the administration of Nurul and her baby's return. Bu Dira returned to Nurul's ward.

Slowly Nurul wants to touch Rahman's hand. But Rahman opened his eyes first. Rahman felt that someone was approaching him, so he opened his eyes. And apparently, his wife was next to him.

"Dek," Call Rahman softly with a smile.

"Yes, it's." Nurul doesn't talk much. He just returned Rahman's smile.

Rahman was eager to embrace his wife's body. He raised both his hands slowly.

"Sorry Mas" Nurul said with tears in his eyes. He suddenly turned around and walked away from Rahman. Rahman was surprised by Nurul's attitude.

"Why are you going, baby? I miss you." Rahman murmured in his heart. Not noticeably, Rahman's tears dripped down his cheeks staring at his wife's increasingly distant back.

"Don't you miss me? Are you so disappointed in me that you don't want me anymore? I'm sorry, baby!"

Rahman and Nurul are busy with their own thoughts. Rahman, whose condition is still weak, has not been able to talk much. So that he can't express his feelings. While Nurul, he felt too guilty for injuring Rahman until his condition was like that. He doesn't know how to deal with Rahman.

How will Rahman and Nurul solve their misunderstanding? Will this present new problems in their household?