Seikhlas Clouds Accompany Rain

the confession that is still hidden

Ilyas pressed the middle of the Frame framing its two minus glass. The young man continued to be silent, trying to drive away the feeling of fear that began to rage. It is not easy to be a witness as well as a victim also in a tragedy that even killed his own friend. Moreover, all this time he considered Aaron's departure as a result of helping himself.

The man's hand moved swiftly packing the scattered items without a word out of his mouth. Of course, it also made Ulum frown.

"Son Ilyas?" Call Ulum, stop Ilyas' hand. "Sorry, huh? Maybe I was wrong to ask this."

Ilyas was unmoved, in his heart was fighting. He wanted to say all the things that kept him locked up in the bars of his guilt, and apologize to those who loved Aaron. Especially against Qonni, he was eager to be calm and apologized while crying tears. However, how did he open it, while his lips were locked due to his fear.

His hand touched the young man's shoulder. "Sorry, yeah. I shouldn't have asked you something that still traumatized you."

Ulum's regret sentence made Ilyas shake his head quickly.

"No, Sir. You don't have to apologize." He tried to smile, even though his heart was still in fear. "I can't tell you about the situation at the time. Because, every time the story seems like my mind is pulling back to those horrible times."

Ulum nodded in understanding. It was true, He himself could not even imagine how terrifying it was to be in a position when the hands of the bringas struck his body like lifeless samsaks.

"Sir, I'm done" said Ilyas who immediately carried a bag on one of his backs.

"Well, do you want to rush home?" He asked a sudden unpleasant question after asking that question.

"Yes, Sir. Emmm, inshaAllah, that's all right. The screen is also not dead. Same Fan coolernya I have cleaned, inshaAllah will not be easy to heat again."

"So yes, thanks again. How much is this?"

"For Mr. Ulum I do not ask for payment. Free alias."

"Eh, don't do it." He held the young man's arm. "I called you."

"Wallahi, Sir. I'm sincere. My intention was to make a friendship, not for work."

"No, I will pay. You are selling services, so I still have to appreciate your expertise. Wait a minute, don't go anywhere!" Ulum gurgling up from there. Leaving the lethargic young man holding one of his backpack sashes on his shoulder.

If only I could tell a story. I'll calm down, but what if they don't accept it. And is it true that everything is my fault?

Both of the neutrals are a little foggy. Ilyas felt disappointed at this cowardly attitude. Like not a man of faith who usually runs away from problems and lives in the shadows of fear.

His steps swayed slowly, out of the room, down the kitchen and stopped in front of the exit.

The woman with the sad face was now in plain sight, equally stunned by surprise. He thought Ilyas was outside because he heard Dad's voice coming into the room, apparently not yet.

In his silence, he was devising a fitting word while waiting for Qonni to come out.

"Let's say I'm sorry for you."

Qonni himself was confused, why did Ilyas suddenly apologize to him? Is it because he bought the ball game ticket? So Aaron became very excited to watch the match live.

"I'm sorry, Yes. I really feel guilty for you, Ayu." Ilyas' voice suddenly trembled, causing the woman to squeeze the glass filled with warm water with both hands.

As for Ilyas himself confused as to where to start this conversation from. While his life was already completely messed up because of that fear.

"It should be me, not Aaron." Ilyas shed his tears. "If Aaron had not called Me, I might have died instead of Him."

The deg! Qonni's body froze with a heart asking, What does that mean?

"If I don't want to be a helper. And nurutin the words of Aaron. Maybe we won't both be victims, and Aaron won't be hit by a bottle on his head. I was wrong, Yu. I didn't think long at the time. In fact, we already want to go home but I still insist to break up the riot... Till the end Aaron must meet his end."

Pyaaaaaa . . . The water in the glass that Qonni was carrying suddenly doused his face in rapid motion until the man was silent, with his face and wet glasses. Together with water droplets that fall from the wet parts earlier. The young man was ready to take an oath of expiation from Aaron's wife.

A hand stuck to his shoulder suddenly resuscitated Ilyas if all the delusions of Qonni's response were likely to be received.

Ilyas sighed and took a stand. The young man stroked his chest. And only realized that he was daydreaming while designing words to speak to Qonni.

"What dream? I'm afraid you're suddenly quiet here." Ulum smiled as he held out an envelope containing money to her. "I don't know how much to tell you. But hopefully this doesn't disappoint you."

"Sir, I really don't ask for payment." Ilyas refused it politely.

"You didn't ask, but this is sustenance because I appreciate your skill. So take aja–" again thrust towards him even though the young man did not at all raise his hand to accept it other than to return Ulum's gaze with a slightly compassionate expression.

"Sir, if I'm honest, I'm not here to work. Rather, want to see Ayudia's condition."

Ulum flinching, his outstretched hand back he lowered slowly.

"I sympathize with him. And very worried about him. That's why I was so excited to come here when you asked me to play and see the condition of your computer."

The middle-aged man cleared his throat before stepping. "Let's talk outside" he whispered as he patted the young man on the shoulder.

Ilyas who was back in silence only nodded before turning over following Fatkhul Qulum out. Qonni was stunned, sitting on the dining chair squeezing glasses on the table with both hands.