Her.. A Choice For Me
NIGHTMARE

Abah Pov

My current name is Ahmad zaid sanusi or Braja wisesa, my first small name. In the IGD ward of a Hospital, I now hold tightly to the hand of the only woman I have loved so much in my entire life, my first love. He lost a lot of blood from a hit-and-run accident to save my daughter who was crossing back to the middle of the road to retrieve her book that fell.

" I listen to me, remember my message well, I have very little time..."

" If in the future after I'm gone, there's a man who's coming to ask for our little daughter.. Accept it.. Maybe that's part of his sense of responsibility for getting our daughter hurt.. "

" I asked for it, I left my Naya to her.. She has to take responsibility for my daughter who may not be the perfect woman in the future due to this incident... I'm sincere Mas, it's not Naya's fault... I want to protect my daughter.. Please don't blame him.. I know, she's your favorite daughter... Accompany and accompany her until she finds her love.. I leave the children to you, be patient with Naya as you are patient with me.. You redho over me, right? I'm sorry I haven't been able to be the perfect wife for you.. Thank you for loving me with sincerity and patience.. Thank you for saving my honor... A-k-u sa-yang ka-mu Wi-sesa... Allaaahhhh..... "

Tuuuuuuuuttttt.... The long flat sound of the machine next to me..

" Milaaaa... Milaaaaaa. no milaaaa... "

Haaah... Haaah.... Haaah... Astaghfirullah. Tonight I don't know why I dreamed about the events 3 years ago..

When my beloved wife took her life, she told me of her desire to uncover who the culprit who hit her, she did not mention a single name, she said, but leave a gesture that to me is more of a mystery.

A sad and traumatic event for our family. I lost my wife.. My daughter's in a coma.. Both of my sons lost their beloved mother.

Raden Ayu Jameela Arthadarma's. I am redho over you dear, rest in His jannah, Al Fatihah.

" Mila darling... What should I do... You made a hard decision for me to make.. I don't want to force my daughter.. Unable to pretend to hate Naya any longer, I miss wanting to hug her that more and more she looks a lot like you ". Test. test. Baby, I miss you...

My bedroom door was knocked several times.

" Abahs... Abba... Wh why? Abba ". Amir's voice was like his worrying about me.

" Abah gapapa, I'm sorry, you woke up.. Abah was just a nightmare.. Kange Ummi you are ". I opened the door and told Amir about my grief tonight.

" It's almost dawn.. Amir again muroja'ah.. Again want to take a drink with Denger Abah shouted the name ummi... Is it really a gapapa? ".

" Yes... It's there.. Abah wants Tahajud first, time is running out ". Sorry Amir, you haven't been able to share this secret.

***

The Flashback

Arthadarma Jameela. Nan ayu's daughter is still a distant relative who has been cared for since childhood by my great-grandfather. The three of us grew up together. I loved her in silence, until I graduated from boarding school, my feelings were the same for her.

When the news of the matchmaking was inaugurated, it was only 10 days that I settled back in this house. My parents couldn't persuade Grandpa not to match Jameela to Galuh. Because my parents knew that I was the one who loved Jameela.

Then enough events made my family bear the pain it happened. When Jameela found out that Galuh was suing her, she just ran over my arms. As if someone was already making a wish, my great-grandfather suddenly came to my parents' residence. And caught Jameela hugging and crying in my room.

Finally that night, I had to marry Jameela before the two of us were officially expelled from the extended family for carrying the family's disgrace. I was slandered to seduce and berz*na with Jameela who at that time was officially the future wife of my cousin, Galuh Baratayuda.

Armed with potluck money from both my parents, which will be used as capital to trade anything I can. I couldn't help seeing Mom crying hysterically watching me, the only child who was going to leave. " Sesa nyuwun ngapunten ingang ageng Aba, Ibu.. Sesa didn't do anything to Mila ". My words grimly held back the crying. My aba nodded down, holding back her tears.

" Sesa, wherever you are, our prayers are always for you.. Take care of your wife, keep your prayers.. Always tell us your situation, son.. In God we meet again ". Mother, Aba hugged me tightly. That day, the last time I was seen in a beautiful stately house. Until I arrived when I came back there just to attend the funeral of my parents.

I am grateful to live with the woman I love, even though I feel that Mila never opened her heart because actually in the deepest heart I know, she already loved Galuh at that time. I realized I should not be greedy, so I had to be complacent even though I only had his body on my side. And I know, she tried her hardest to be able to carry out her duties and all her duties as my wife very well.

My tireless efforts, the prayers of my wife Mila and her support made me survive in a foreign city without relatives.

We raised this business together, the words soft, friendliness and patience that made us slowly trusted by hundreds of customers as a distributor to supply their needs. Alhamdulillahot.

Mila darling.. Your gentle, loving and patient nature declines exactly to Amir. Your perseverance, your stubbornness, your smile of hospitality, your physique you all put down on Naya. While Abyan is my version of the picture, hopefully the child can be an exemplary husband for his wife.

This is where I now live, in a small border town of Central Java and West Java, Cirebon. The city that I finally chose because it is famous with the nickname as the city of santri, the city where the buried one of the guardians of Allah. Syarif Hidayatullah or better known as Sunan Gunung Jati. In this city as well, I treat my longing in my hometown because in this city there is a batik craft center. At least I can still channel my hobbies and knowledge about the ins and outs of batik.

Mila's.. I promise you, I will catch up with you as soon as my duties and obligations are done. Had God reunited us, would you have opened your heart to me a little?

Flashback Off

***

" Hey.. Lo Naya, right? Recognize, I'm Rendy's a 2nd level IT kid.. Can I join you in sitting here? daritadi I see you myself ". Naya who was sitting in the park behind the campus was dizzy, when there was a voice that invited her to talk. Apparently Rendy.. UC campus idols.

" It's good not to. I don't want to be at a college campus just because you're sitting here ". Reply Naya while turning the lazy eyeball.

" Go home later, you work? if you're on holiday, can't you if I play at the hostel? ". By heeding Naya's warning, she was now sitting right in front of him.

" I'm older than you... And you're not my type.. To be my friend? Come on, there are still many other girls that you can make friends ".

" We're Naya's age.. And you overestimate yourself ". His smile mocked me.

" Forgetit... I unplug... I'm sorry, I'm not intending to be in a relationship with anyone, with any status at the moment and don't want to add a friend either... Excuse ". Naya got up from the park chair and stepped away.

" Ainnaya, her mother died 3 years ago.. She was in a coma due to an accident, and suffered severe trauma.. This is what makes it anti-social with about ". His fishing rod then that successfully made Naya step stopped. Naya was shocked, where did she get that information? he never told me about my past 3 years ago except for Agus, Vita and Nurma, my dear friend who was often repotted about college assignments.

" I'm not anti-social, just shy away from various humans with temperament like a bully insect like you ". Reply Naya fiercely while holding back the tightness of the chest due to the words of Rendy.

" Nay... If you want to know the details of the event.. You know where to go ". Rendy said as she stood up and passed away.

Oh God... What is this mystery? Do you know where he would have been if I was looking for that? Bagas... And now Rendy... Which one should I investigate first. His sense of burden of my life is getting heavier, hopefully I can get through this even though the truth is a lot of haunting if the truth is revealed. I fear that this truth will hurt many of my loved ones. Naya's getting nervous.