The Widow's Choice

Me,,???

Motorized vehicles are traveling in their own direction and purpose. Cleaving the hustle and bustle of the city with all its busyness.

A white sedan began to come out of the noise of the weekend night. Entering a residential complex with rows of luxury houses. Until the car pulled over and entered a house gate that had a large yard. Pages filled with various ornamental plants are arranged very neatly. With a gazebo in the corner of the yard along with a red-painted swing next to it.

The car stopped right in front of the door. A house with two huge pillars in front of it. Adding a magnificent impression to the house. Pak Harto then went down and opened the car door for Nurul. Nurul and Al were still amazed by what they saw. After they went down, Pak Harto then hit the doorbell.

"So quiet sir?" Tanya Nurul was curious. Mr. Harto just smiled.

Soon the door of the house was open.

"Ultimately you have arrived here*N*duk. Alhamdulillahot. Come on, come in!" Said Mrs Indira.

Nurul and Al did not forget to greet and kiss the right hand of Ms. Indira. So Bu Indira took Nurul's left hand and led him into the house. Nurul also embraces Al's shoulder with his right hand (let's not say 😁).

"It's really Nduk!" Praise Bu Indira who was returned with a smile by Nurul and Al.

"Let's sit down first! Al is also sitting here deket Oma!" Said Mrs Indira after they arrived at a large living room. And they sat three in a long chair with Bu Indira in the middle.

"Halo assalamu'alaikum Ma'am. I know, I'm Fatimah. Mas Rahman is the most beautiful." Fatimah said arriving after running around the living room and directly extended her hand.

Nurul then stood up and welcomed Fatimah's hand.

"Wa'alaikumussalam, I'm Nurul."

"Mbak Nurul, why is the mask not removed? And ituu?" Fatimah turned to look at Al.

"Eh! Sorry, sorry Ma'am. It's like this when you go outside the house. That's my son, his name is Fatih."

Nurul slowly took off the mask he was wearing. Until he saw his whole face. With a thin natural makeup polish on his face, add a sweeter impression on the face of the widow who had the nose.

"Haadduuhh Ma'am, I look really old. Why call him 'take' to Fatimah? Though the age of Fatimah is younger than Mbak Nurul." replied Fatimah rather frown.

"Mbak Nurul is so sweet. Good, not everything. Mba's nose tukeran can't mbak? My nose will stick it in, not like having Nurul, stick it forward." Fatimah said after looking at Nurul's face carefully.

Nurul was confused to respond to Fatimah's words. Then they laughed a little.

From behind Fatimah, there were two small children playing a chase. Brucks. The two young children simultaneously hit Fatimah and hugged her.

"It's my babak-bocilku. Riko and Rindi. Let's salim Budhe Nurul first!" Fatimah's orders to her two sons. Riko and Rindi kissed Nurul on the back. Nurul smiled too.

"I'm Ali Mbak, Fatimah's husband." The voice of a man behind Fatimah.

Nurul looked up a little to see it. Ali's hand was outstretched to greet Nurul, Nurul welcomed him by clenching his hands together in front of his chest and introducing himself.

"That one knows you, right? Mas Rahman's. Mas ku the most handsome, hhihihi" said Fatimah to a man who had been sitting in a chair right in front of Ms. Indira. A man who had managed to distract Nurul for the last few days. Nurul turned towards Fatimah's hand pointing.

"Subhanallah, what a beautiful creation you have." Nurul was stunned for a moment to see Rahman.

With a white shirt combined with a navy long-sleeved blazer that is rolled almost elbow-length and black trousers, making Rahman look more charming.

"Astaghfirullah." Nurul soon took control of her.

"Mother, Al can play the same Riko Deck as Dek Rindi?" Al's voice suddenly echoed in Nurul's ear. Which turns out, Al has been pulled by the Rindi Centil.

No time Nurul replied, Ms. Indira already answered first.

"We eat first! Okay. After that, you can play together!"

"Not bother Mom'." Decline Nurul.

"There is no rejection! Let's have dinner first, just have a casual chat after that!" Nurul can only obey the words of Bu Indira.

They all moved to the dining room. There was a rectangular table with many dishes had been neatly arranged on it. Nurul's arm was suddenly pulled by Fatimah.

"Mbak Nurul is sitting here yaaa!" Nurul's shoulder was held by Fatimah and forced to sit in a chair right next to Rahman who had sat first.

Fatimah is a cheerful woman. At the age of 29 years, sometimes his character is still childish. Especially with his brother, Rahman. He'll be very spoiled.

But Rahman never minded that. When she heard from her mother that Rahman wanted to obey her mother to remarry, Fatimah was happy not to be upset. He was very curious, who was the woman who could melt the brother's heart to want to return to the household.

Until he finally met Nurul tonight. But somehow, Rahman still remained silent and did not react when he met Nurul earlier.

"*H*Human, only God knows." Fatimah muttered looking at Rahman's attitude.

Everyone ate quietly, not much to say. Only occasionally when the host offered some food to his two nervous-looking guests was one of them.

After the meal, everyone returned to the living room. But not for the three, they immediately went to the garden behind the house with a swimming pool beside it.

In the living room Nurul tried to ask.

"Sorry Mom', what exactly was I invited here? And also, why aren't there any other guests?"

Bu Indira smiled at Nurul.

"Awhile! Man, where's the file you asked me yesterday?" Said Bu Indira who immediately turned to Rahman.

"On Rahman Bu's desk'. Rahman take it!"

"No, let Ali take it! Rahman is here!" Cut Ali.

Ali immediately got up from his seat and walked to Rahman's study not far from the living room. He soon returned with a brown envelope in his hand. She handed the envelope to her mother-in-law.

"This is*N*duk, open it! Read slowly!" Nurul received the envelope and opened it. There are some papers in it.

"This is my bio and this, Mas Rahman,,??" Nurul slowly read through all the writing in the paper inside the envelope.

"*I*ni is completely complete of my data." Nurul closed her mouth in surprise. After he finished reading, he looked at Bu Indira.

"This means what do you mean, ma'am',??"

"I'm sorry *N*duk before! I'm sorry I've been looking for your personal information. Actually I'd like to know directly from you, but you're so closed to other people. So I'm asking Rahman to find all your personal information through someone else." Bu Indira answered while holding Nurul's right hand, while Nurul's left hand was still holding papers containing her and Rahman's biodata.

Nurul just smiled sincerely, "It's okay Mom'. But what does this mean? Why is there Mas Rahman's biodata too?"

"You want to not*N*duk be my son?"

Nurul increasingly did not understand the meaning of the words of Indira bu.

"But Miss Dira, my biological mother is still healthy. And even I have a son myself. I am also able to support myself and my son."

"Hhihihi, that's not what Mama means'. Mbak Nurul pinter joking yes it turns out. I mean, I'm saying that, so Mom's daughter-in-law'." Fatimah answered while holding back her laughter.

Nurul turned to Fatimah with a confused look. He turned his eyes to the two men sitting opposite him.

"Eh, not Mas Ali mb. That one's sold out, only Fatimah's." Fatimah interjected when she saw Nurul turning towards Ali.

"Nurul's mother, Mas Rahman." Fatimah said as she slightly turned Nurul's body facing towards the direction where Rahman was sitting.

Deg. "Allahu Akbar!".

Instantly, the paper that Nurul was holding took off from his hand. Scattering to the floor and a little scattered. Nurul froze for a moment. It felt like there was a bolt of lightning right about it. Her body feels very cold.

Nurul looked at Rahman for a moment. But Rahman remained silent as if nothing had happened. Nurul tries to take back control of himself. Set his heartbeat that had been beating very fast.

"I???" Nurul, who was beginning to calm down.

"Why am I Mom'? Out there, many women who are far, far better than me, who are more deserving of being Mas Rahman's wife." Nurul said trying to refuse and accept the reality while holding the hand of Bu Indira.

"Sorry Mom', I can't." Nurul suddenly said.