Seikhlas Clouds Accompany Rain

The arrival of Ilyas

Qonni was still stunned in place until the moment the man threw a smile while nodding once.

"Dye. How are you?" The bespectacled man greeted him again to make Qonni aware. His gaze dodged quickly.

"Okay, Mas" he answered. Mas Ilyas wants what to come here, his mind continues. Because when there was Aaron, never did the man come here. Even if they want to meet, they will make a deal at the meeting place. Then, for what He was suddenly in plain sight as he is today.

"Fatkhul Qulum's father, is there?" her question immediately gave the answer to the question in the heart of the pregnant woman.

"There, Mas. Would you like to see me, Dad?"

"Yes" he answered.

"Then please come in. I'll call you first." Qonni walked first leaving the man still standing looking at him.

Seen from the way he walked, Qonni seemed to be starting to struggle because of his large stomach. Before long, Ms. Aida looked out.

"Seek me, son?" The cry from the doorway. Because when Qonni came in earlier, he immediately told his mother. If there's a guest outside, Dad.

"Ah, yes, Ma."

"Mother is taking a shower. Enter only first–" he said please.

"Yes, Mom. Thank you." Thank you." Ilyas began swinging his legs into the house which was very far away from the moment he first came here.

In the past, the last time he came alone or when with Aaron the house of Ayudia was not this big. Yes, the name of the wheel of life somehow there will be a time to be up.

"Please, sit. I'll stay, yeah."

"Yes, Mom." Ilyas sat politely on the sofa.

Highlight his eyes wandered around the entire room that looked cool and comfortable. There are several photo frames perched on the wall. One of them, family photos at the wedding of Qonni and Aaron. The bespectacled man squinted his eyes fixed on Aaron's face.

It looks so happy, Run.

Ilyas. He remembers approaching Aaron in the locker room, getting ready. How tense Aaron looked as he continued to train himself, pledging in front of the mirror. He was not even aware of his presence in the back, and when he realized there was Ilyas, Aaron immediately embraced the young man's body.

Yes, at that time his own heart was actually still not careless. He even decided not to attend. Worried that his sincerity will fall because he saw the girl he admired called his own best friend. However, after a few days of asking for instructions through his night prayer as given more strength. He finally decided to go to their marriage.

"Please drink, son." Aida came up with a tray of sweet tea and snacks on it. Until making the curly-haired man disperse his daydream.

"MashaAllah, bother, ma'am."

"Alaaaaah, just tea. Please.., you step back down, just wait, yeah."

"Yes, Mom. Thank you." Thank you." Ilyas grabbed his cup and sipped a little to keep the adab while being invited to taste a treat by the host, so he had to taste it immediately.

When Aida entered, she soon saw the image of an adult. Fatkhul Qulum who looked fresh after the bath approached him.

"Assynnya!"

"Walaikumsalam warahmatullah."

"Old old?" He asked with his special smile.

"Not too long, sir."

"MashaAllah, Thank God. I thought, You didn't come here" he said, throwing his buttocks onto the soft surface of the sofa.

"God willing, if I promise to be able to do so, I will definitely come, sir."

"MashaAllah..." Mangosteen ulcer. "Let's have a drink first."

"Oh, yes. I think there's no show anymore so I told you to relax first." The man chuckled, and Ilyas also laughed. "Then come with me, the computer is at the back," he asked, rising up, who Ilyas followed behind, holding a bag containing his hardware equipment.

In a room one side open. The place where Ulum used to finish his work at home, the middle-aged man immediately showed his damaged goods to Ilyas.

Quickly, the young man immediately removed the connected cable components from the monitor and the others. Then move the object to a brighter position to check. After dismantling it, he could see which parts seemed problematic.

"In addition to fast heat, the monitor screen also often turns off. That's why, huh?" Ask Ulum.

"I check first.Maybe the fan cooler is dirty. You see, if it gets dirty, the propeller can be heavy. That's what makes hot chips. If it's a monitor case, try it later I find out in the chipset."

The middle-aged man sat on the ceramic floor on the right side of the young man. Watching Ilyas' deft hands begin to disassemble his computer components.

"It could be real, right?"

"inshaAllah, if it's not hard the problem can be, sir. If it will be long and need a tool that I can not bring here, then I will not have to take it home first."

"Yes, yeah." Ulum according to.

While checking, they kept talking here and there. There was also the occasional laughter of Ilyas in response to Ulum's question. As for Qonni who was about to fetch water in the kitchen, so he stopped coming in when he heard the voice of the man at his father's workplace. Now he just turned around, back to the second floor.

A few hours passed, the man was done with his work. From total dismantling, cleaning the dirty parts, to reassembling and testing them.

"Alhamdulillah–" Ilyas muttered. After Ulum who then checked his own computer. "Where, sir?"

"This is real, the power."

"We try to wait until twenty-five minutes, '" suggested Ilyas who answered with a nod of the head.

During the wait, Ilyas began to open the conversation. He thought he had already had enough pleasantries. Maybe it's time Ilyas tried to ask about Qonni. Hopefully, the things he will ask do not cross his boundaries.

"Sir?"

"Yes?" The man looked. The doubtful Ilyas seemed to be silent for a moment.

"Can I ask you something about Ayu?" ask carefully.

Ulum himself was stunned, then nodded slowly. "Please" later.

"Anu– what all this time, Ayu is always moody?"

"Emmm?" The middle-aged man by Ilyas' side looked at him for a moment, then nodded.

"Astaghfirullah," he said.

"Law, right? her name was in the husband's house when she was still affectionate, let alone she was pregnant."

Ilyas' guilt re-touched his heart.***************** the heart immediately became congested.

"All because I–"

"What?" Ulum asked about Ilyas's murmur that was not so clear earlier. The glasses young man then shook his head in a lowered position while fixing his glasses. "Actually, I'm still curious. At that time, the deceased was with you, right?"

Ilyas answered with a nod of his head without turning to his father Qonni.

"I'm sorry, I don't want to remind you of the tragedy of that time. Can I know the real chronology? I know the late Club A fan. But, isn't the ID card Jakarta? Why can you be rocked by fans of XX FC?"

Ilyas was silent, actually he did not want to remember the tragedy that often frightened him even to the point of being carried away by dreams. That is why, until now he continues to try to bury it and avoid people who continue to urge him to tell stories. Because, every time asked, both legs will definitely tremble and cold sweat began to arise from the forehead to the nape of his neck.