The Widow's Choice

Two Men

" Mas Al, what's the leg for, then,??" ask Riko enthusiastically.

" We make tanks, yes, later for the war story. Shoot dor,, dor, dor." replied Al.

" Okay mas" replied Riko and Rindi.

Rahman stood leaning against the gazebo pole. Look at the three kids who are playing. " Let's start the hotshot!" Rahman.

" Al Fatih!" Al looked towards the source of the sound.

" Yes Om!"

" I can't talk to you for a minute. Both!" said Rahman who had been sitting next to Al.

" Can Om! Deck Riko for a moment, I want to talk to Rahman." Riko and Rindi nodded. Al came down from the gazebo.

" Pakdhe pinjem mas Fatih bentar ya. Later play again." Rahman said to Riko and Rindi. Then walk the two towards the dining room which is not far from the backyard door. They sat facing each other by turning the chair.

Rahman poured water into a glass and gave it to Al. " Om Rahman, right that time praying three worshipers in the big mosque right?" al asked after drinking a little water.

" You still want the same Om? I thought you forgot." Al just nodded.

" When I met Om in front of that time, Fatih said the same mother, if Om the imam who was at the mosque. But my mother said, maybe it's just similar. Yaudah, have it in their hands."

" Bunda did not meet Om at that time. So mommy probably doesn't know. Oh yes, can you ask? If possible, the answer should be honest!"

" Op Om!"

" Fatih don't want to have another father, do you,,??"

" Why did you ask that? Does anyone want to be Al's father?"

" There certainly is. Mother said earlier, no one ever wanted to be Al's father, but not so. Why hayooo??"

" Al doesn't know Om, you never say why. Who would want to be Al's father?"

" Of Rahman, can't you??"

" What do you want to be Al's father? Then Om also want to be her husband mother? Mother is sick, Om. Can you accept me for what it is?"

" What is Al sick?"

" The mother if angry or depressed her feelings can be out of control om. It can even hurt others or yourself. Yes, although it has not relapsed for a long time, but Al does not know whether the mother has healed or not" replied Al sad considering the condition of the mother.

" Al ever hurt mom?" Rahman started to worry.

" Not Om. Uti once told Al, if the mother was out of control, Al was told to ngunciin the mother in the room. In the mother's room, there should be no sharp items. Al will wait for the mother more calm, then open the door."

" When was Al last?"

" When did Om, it's been a while. Because the mother labeled 'Janda Gatel' the same mothers around the house. My mother never did what they said. Fortunately there is a budhe Tika who defends the mother, the mother so dare to volunteer. But that's it, bundaaa,,,"

" Yes, I understand. Your mother needs to be taken in. You're great!" Rahman showed both of his thumbs." You never Al, ask for a new father to look for your mother?"

" Never Om. Poor mother."

" Why?"

" Mother is tired of working to meet the needs of Al sama mama alone. Moreover, the mother must accept the stamped that the mother never did, Al does not have the heart if you see the mother must think of finding a new father for Al. Al doesn't want you to be too heavy on her mind." Rahman was shocked to hear the story of the eight-year-old boy.

" Isn't there a man that your mother made her wife? Will he be your father too?"

" They're always the same Al. Most buy toys or food for Al, already. Al is not. Especially when they know you are sick," replied Al sadly.

" If Rahman becomes Al's new father, will he?"

" Why would you want to be Al's father? And why would you want to be her husband?"

" Because Al and Mama are special. You're great, you want to marry your mother and be your father. You want?" Al just smiled at Rahman.

" Aren't you sorry later?" Al tried to convince.

" What to regret?"

Rahman replied with a whisper in Al's right ear, "Thank you, hotshot!". Al nodded very hard. Al was happy because someone wanted to be his father. " May God choose not God."

On the other hand, there was a pair of eyes that were secretly glancing towards the two chatting men. Nurul notices the son who somehow can so casually chat with Rahman. He knew very well that Al was not the kind of child to be seduced. What else with strangers. " Why are they chatting so casually?"

" Why is she?" fatimah's voice resuscitated Nurul's daydream.

" No papa."

" Do not worry mbak, Al is not in any case kok same mas Rahman. Mas Rahman was actually like a child, but because of his condition, he was not blessed with the same baby God from his previous marriage" explained Fatimah. " Mas Rahman must be very cool if Riko same Rindi came here. In this house there are no small children, but a lot of children's toys mbak. Lastly, Rahman's mom bought PS 5 for them, let them play at home." Nurul smiled at Fatimah.

Time keeps rolling. Everyone is busy with their own conversations. Al has returned to struggling with Riko and Rindi who have moved to the family room.

" I'm sorry Miss Dira, it's late. Nurul and Al would excuse us to go home first." Nurul then took her phone to order a taxi online.

" Fatimah calls Al first." Nurul pu nodded towards Fatimah. Fatimah then stood up leaving Nurul and Dira.

" Let Rahman deliver ya nduk return home" replied Ms. Indira made Nurul stop her activities. "Man, this is Nurul with Al Anterin coming home!" Rahman stood up from the chair and Al talked.

" Eh, don't bother ma'am'. Nurul can go home by taxi online." refused Nurul carefully.

" No bother nduk, just deket. Isn't it Man?Or do you want to go here? You can also chat later in the car, let's know each other again." sedoda bu Indira.

" No need to miss Dira, I'll take a taxi." Nurul still refused.

" There is no rejection. Tuh Rahman already took the car keys." show bi Dira to Rahman who had walked almost to the front door.

" Would you like to go home now?" asked Al who was already standing in front of Nurul. His face looked tired and sleepy.

" Yes Al,ayo came home late at night. You're also so sleepy like that." Al just nodded. " Yaudah, pamit used to be the same oma as the others too"

Everyone gathered in the living room. " Mrs Dira, Mas Ali, take Fatimah,Riko Rindi we'll excuse us to go home first."

" Yes, be careful. One more week, on Sunday, I'll be home." Indira hugged Nurul.

" In shaa Allah ma'am." answered Nurul briefly. Nurul and Al shake hands at all. They drove Nurul to the front door. In front of the house, Rahman was waiting in his car.

From inside the house appeared a middle-aged woman, thinking of running small carrying a paper bag. " This is ma'am, I forgot what Nurul made me" said the woman, who was none other than the housekeeper of Indira. He immediately handed the paper bag to Ms. Indira.

" Oh yes, this is taken home. Create Al. Don't turn down the pokonya!" force Ms. Indira while handing over the paper bag in her hand.

Nurul no longer wants to argue with Indira because she refuses. He also accepted it. " Thank you very much, Miss Dira. Only God can repay the kindness of the Dira family. Then, excuse me, Miss Dira, everything. Assalamu'alaikum."

" Wa'alaikumussalam warohmatullahi wabarokatuh." everyone replied.

" Mother Al behind me, you want to be booby" said when about to get in the car.

" No papa mbak, took Nurul in front of the same mas Rahman. Cook yes mas Rahman in front of himself, like aja. hhihihihi taxi driver" bu Indira nudged his daughter's arm.

" Bene also said Fatimah. Not good with Rahman, already bother nganterin go home, cook named as a taxi driver." Nurul muttered in his heart. Nurul just smiled. " Yaudah Al behind. But later if it has arrived, it is built Mother must wake up."

" Yes Mother!" Al gets into Rahman's white SUV. And so did Nurul.

" Be careful Man brought his car, don't try to speed it up." mom Indira held back her laughter seeing Nurul and Rahman who were sitting side by side in the car.

" Yes ma'am'. Assalamu'alaikum." replied Rahman.

" Wa'alaikumussalam." Everyone waved to each other. Rahman started driving his car.

" Thank God." Everyone in the house gave thanks. One step has been taken. Efforts and do'a have been done. Just need to trust God. God will give you the best.

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