The Widow's Choice

Surprising Guest

Eight o'clock in the morning. Rahman had just returned to his room when the door was knocked. He had just met the resort manager to ask for special services. He asked the resort employee to his room, all must be women. He did not want Nurul to feel uncomfortable when foreign men entered their rooms.

Rahman opened the door. "Mother'?"

Miss Dira came by on purpose this morning. He came with Hilya to replace Fatimah. Actually, Fatimah who Rahman asked to come every morning with Hilya to visit Nurul. Because Fatimah asked Rahman to be Hilya's caretaker temporarily.

"You're Man, called from earlier didn't hear?" gerutu Bu Dira's.

"When's Mom'?" rahman asked confused.

"You're from the front, right? Called from earlier do not hear. What's the rush?"

"Sorry ma'am, Rahman didn't listen. Enter Bu'!" Rahman let Miss Dira in.

"Here baby, Hilya's the same Dad!" Rahman reached out her hand to hold Hilya with a smile. Hilya smiled at her father.

"Where's Nurul Man?" asked Bu Dira while stepping her foot into the room.

"Eh, astaghfirullah! Nurul's still sleeping." Rahman murmured in his heart.

Bu Dira gave a small smile when he saw Nurul was still sleeping with his body covered by a blanket limited to his chest. His face looked very tired and slept very well.

"Astaghfirullah Man's. You did Nurul last night until this hour hasn't been up yet?" Ms. Dira ruffled her waist to look at Rahman.

"No, ma'am'." Answer Rahman's origin.

"How many rounds huh?" Bu Dira pretended to be angry. "The nurse never woke up until this afternoon. You are yes! Poor him Man!"

"Mom's never young!" Rahman tried to defend himself.

Rahman sat next to Nurul, who was still asleep. It woke Nurul slowly. Slightly shaking his body. "Darling, wake up!"

"Eemm, hold on! Nurul's still tired of Mas." Sahut Nurul with eyes still closed and his hoarse voice.

Pluk, pluk, pluk. Nurul's cheeks were patted on something familiar to him. Like a child's hand. Nurul slowly opened her eyes. He saw his daughter being held by Rahman. He rubbed his eyes a few times.

"Hilya? Are you here, baby?" Nurul soon wakes up and takes Hilya from Rahman's lap. He tried to hold his blanket so as not to sag from his chest.

"Who are you, honey, here?" nurul asked while kissing Hilya's face many times.

"For nduk!" sapa Bu Dira who was sitting on the sofa waiting for Nurul to wake up.

Nurul turned to the source of the voice. "Mother'? Mom' when's it coming? Achaghfirullah, that's,,"

Nurul returns Hilya to Rahman. "Mas watch out! Here's the blanket Nurul wants to wear first!" Nurul pulled the blanket Rahman occupied with all his might.

Nurul immediately pulled out his blanket and wrapped it around his body. He immediately ran to the bathroom while holding the shame because of his condition that was still awake and not wearing anything.

"Mas Rahman why didn't you tell me you were coming?" nurul shouted irritably from the bathroom. "Mas, please get my clothes! But not the cupboard!"

Rahman let Hilya play on the bed. He took a dress for Nurul and handed her over. Miss Dira just smiled at the behavior of the husband and wife.

"Thank God, you have great love and affection between them. Their love you tested so great, but they managed to survive. Hopefully, this family will become a family in the world and the hereafter. Lead us always in Your way, O God. Aamiin's." Do'a Bu Dira in heart.

Before long, Nurul had finished cleaning himself. He came back to his purple robe this morning. She has not worn a headscarf because of her wet hair. He immediately raised Hilya who was playing in bed.

"You don't miss Mother, dear?" nurul asked Hilya whose face was being kissed by Nurul.

Hilya laughed because of her mother. Nurul immediately approached Bu Dira. He kissed and kissed her hand. Then sat down next to her while holding Hilya.

Nurul circulated his gaze around the corner of the room. The flower petals were still scattered everywhere. He's looking for something.

"Where are my fingers? I guess I haven't done it yet. Has it been done by Mas Rahman? Thank God if you have. I'm embarrassed to see that my clothes are lacking!" murmured Nurul in the heart.

"Sorry Mom', the room is still a mess, hhihi." Nurul said shyly.

"No papa. You guys haven't had breakfast?" sahut Bu Dira's.

"Not Bu'. Wait for Nurul to wake up." Answer Rahman.

"Hilya has breakfast yet?" nurul asked while playing her daughter's hand.

"It was the same with Fatimah." Answer Miss Dira.

"Oh yes Bu', said Mas Rahman Hilya there is a caretaker. How's Bu'?" ask Nurul curiously.

"Nanny? You mean Fatimah?" sahut Bu Dira with a confused face.

"Fatimah?"

"Yes. Fatimah said she asked Rahman to keep Hilya for as long as you're here." Miss Dira replied while glancing at Rahman.

"Fatimah Mas's Nanny?" nurul asked with a face of disbelief.

"Yes." Yeah." Rahman answered briefly while tidying up his messy bed.

"Astaghfirullah's. I guess the nanny from the foundation or the dealer." Nurul patted her forehead hard.

"What do you want Man?" ask Bu Dira who really understands the nature of her daughter.

"Treatment to the same salon Nurul yesterday ma'am'." Answer Rahman.

Ms. Dira just replied with oh ria. "Shirt on your closet why nduk? You said you didn't want clothes on the closet." asked Ms. Dira.

"Eh, that's Bu'," Nurul answered Bu Dira's question. "His shirt, his shirt, his shirt, less material."

"Lack of ingredients?" Ms. Dira did not understand what Nurul said.

"My dragon is hidden all the same Mas Rahman Bu'." Adu Nurul is upset.

Bu Dira looked at the couple alternately while laughing. "Boy, you are Man."

"Yes ma'am, how naughty." Sahut Nurul proudly defended Bu Dira.

"The nakalin also want kok ma'am'." Sahut Rahman relax.

Oh yes. Rahman managed to make Nurul's cheeks blush. Nurul was wrong. He pretended to ignore Rahman's words. He chooses to breastfeed Hilya who looks happy because she met him.

The three-man conversation continued. Nurul and Rahman also ate the breakfast that had been ordered earlier. Until ten o'clock, Bu Dira pampit back to the villa. He slipped something in Nurul's pocket before leaving.

"Make it tonight!" whispered to Bu Dira.

"What is this Mom'?" nurul asked confused.

"Let's tell you in a message." Bu Dira smiled sincerely at Nurul.

Bu Dira then returned to the villa with Hilya. Rahman and Nurul drive to the front door of the resort. Nurul takes Rahman around the resort. Rahman was happy to obey.

After the dzuhur prayer, Rahman invited Nurul on the boat he rented. He wanted to invite Nurul to enjoy the underwater scenery and some tourist spots. Nurul was worried about getting seasick. But Rahman convinced him.

And Nurul's worries were lost when he enjoyed the high seas on the ship. Nurul ceaselessly glorifies the name of Allah for the blessings that Allah has given. Beautiful nature stretched out before him. And certainly, a man who has become her husband now and is indulging him.

Evening is approaching. Rahman and Nurul have returned to their rooms from their journey over the sea. In fact they had just finished a hot struggle (again) in his room. Halal couple maaahh, free to do it.

Then at dusk, Nurul invites Rahman to take a walk back on the beach. He wants to enjoy the atmosphere of the sun on the beach. Although their room faced the sea in front and the beach in the back, Nurul wanted to while walking and chatting enjoy the afternoon.

"We're sitting here, baby, talking!" bring Rahman.

"Yes, it's." Nurul complies with Rahman's request.

They sat on a white sand. Enjoy the breeze of the beach blowing. The sound of the waves and the hustle and bustle of other visitors became a complement to the atmosphere.

"Are you happy, dear?" rahman asked as Nurul leaned his head on his right shoulder.

"Very Mas. Is Mas happy?" Nurul asked back when Rahman's right hand grabbed his body.

"No."

"Mas not happy?" Nurul raised his head to face Rahman.

"Yes, I'm not happy. But I'm very, very happy. I've never been this happy before, dear." Rahman replied after peeping Nurul's forehead.

A smile was on Nurul's face. "Thank you, sir."

Rahman nodded his head. "Yes dear."

"Mas, can I ask you something?"

"Ask!"

"But please Rahman wouldn't be mad at me if I asked. I just want to know, nothing more." Rahman's mind had drifted far away. He could already guess what Nurul wanted to ask.

"Why should I be angry? I believe you." Said Rahman while rubbing Nurul's arm.

"Do you want to ask about Akbar's situation?" Rahman said with a straight look at the sea.

Nurul straightened his body. He was surprised that Rahman knew what he wanted to ask. He looked at Rahman's face carefully. "Mas, uh,,"

Rahman looked at Nurul. Smiling warmly and pulling back Nurul's body to lean on her.

"Sorry Mas," said Nurul Lirih while hugging Rahman's body tightly.

"I'm not angry, honey. Thanks to Akbar, our love is getting stronger. And because of him, we know each other, how much we love each other."

Nurul just nodded his head. "Akbar is still in prison. He refused to be released with the help of his family or simply reduced his prison term. He chose to serve the full sentence. I haven't been to him for long either."

"I'm sorry Mas" Nurul said in a sad tone.

"Stop apologizing. Or do you want to 'scratch' here now?" rahman said with a naughty smile.

Nurul immediately shook his head quickly. Rahman laughed at Nurul's attitude. They were silent for a moment.

"Honey," call Rahman friendly.

"Heemm," said Nurul with a position hugging Rahman's waist.

"You remember our first meeting?"

"Of course. I won't forget that time. Maybe, since then I've fallen in love with you."

"really?"

"Yes. Even the shadow of your face always haunts me every day after our meeting in front of the house that time."

"It wasn't our first meeting, honey. That was our second meeting."

"Both?" Nurul let go of her embrace and looked at her husband's face.

"Yes. That's the second one. I met you for the first time in London. Right on Al's eighth birthday."

"In Jogja Mas?" Nurul is still confused.

"Yes in Jogja." Rahman's mind began to drift far away, recalling his first encounter with Nurul. The woman who managed to melt the large ice wall that Rahman had made as a protector of his heart. Just because of a smile. A smile, which even that smile was not for Rahman.