Seikhlas Clouds Accompany Rain

Goodwill

The day was still bright when the young man with his thick glasses carried the pace of the engine-powered iron horse down the Bekasi city road. Exactly at three in the afternoon, when he had just returned from the house of one of the other clients after Qonni's house. The sun that appeared fierce this afternoon made the heat increasingly create a sense of lethargy in the young man's body.

While resting and waiting for the Ashar Adhan. He pulled his bike over on the side of the road. Precisely in one of the wooden carts that go right under a big tree across the mosque. The cart with the words Dawet Ayu suddenly tempted him to stop by and enjoy the fresh drinks from the city of Banjarnegara.

"Backetnya one, Pakde! drink here, yeah."

"Oh, Njih Maseh. Monggo sat down first–" the six-headed man allowed Ilyas to sit in a plastic chair without a backrest. With a friendly smile, of course the man immediately agreed.

The merchant began to concoct, inserting the wood dawet that had been mixed with coconut milk and ice cubes into a large cantel glass. Then the red sugar liquid is thick as a sweetener.

"Monggos! Please enjoy, Maseh." The father with a black round hat presented the fresh drink to Ilyas.

"Chess suwun, sir," he replied while accepting.

"Just the same, the same."

Ilyas' right hand began to move stirring a sweet and refreshing drink in his hand so that the brown sugar that settles below can be mixed evenly. In an instant, the white coconut milk turned reddish due to the sugar that had been mixed completely.

"Bismillah–" he murmured before sipping with a large straw. Now, his dry throat becomes wet, when in the flow of sweet and cold drinks. "MashaAllah."

Ilyas enjoyed his drink while staring into the street. Where the vehicle, either four-wheeled or two-wheeled pass without pause in front of him. For a moment his mind returned to when he was still in Qonni's house without further ado Ilyas immediately expressed his feelings for Qonni to Ulum.

#Flashback...

The two men of different ages were already sitting in the living room. Ilyas slightly lowered his head while holding his hand. At the boisterous sound of the sewing machine that occasionally sounded, they began to chat.

"So I was confused when you said you were worried about my daughter." Ulum opened the conversation after sipping tea which began to cool because it had been in grapein.

"I'm sorry, sir. Maybe I was a little sassy when I said that."

"No, I don't think so. I was just wondering, why are you worried about her?"

Ilyas' hands squeezed each other. "S–me. Can I say something?"

"Can, just say it. What does Nak Ilyas want to say."

The young man before Ulum gulped down a spit that was suddenly dry from nervousness. However, for some reason since seeing Ayu his determination to interfere with the wife of the late Aaron was getting stronger. He also began to speak carefully.

"So long before this, if I can be honest I have indeed put my heart on the Father's daughter."

The sentence that was thrown slowly from the lips of Ilyas Kontan made Ulum stunned. But actually he also already knew that before Aaron delivered his lamp first the man must also have the same feeling.

"If allowed, sir. I would propose to her, and be ready to marry Ayudia after giving birth." Straightly the man conveyed what had been stuck in his tongue since then, he even ventured to look Ulum in the eyes with a solemn expression. "Maybe financially, I'm not as capable as my brother. But, my heart really meant it. Sincerely expecting Ayudia to be my life companion."

Ulum could see the hands and feet of Ilyas trembling despite all his effort in the cover, but still read by the foresight of a pair of eyes that were still clear even though he had entered the age of fifty years.

Ilyas himself was confused, why could he suddenly propose to Qonni? Hopefully this is not an act that invites Ulum's anger.

"What do you bring to my son and to the future son."

Gleeeek, Ilyas is silent. He brought nothing but tools as a combat tool to scavenge the rupiah.

Stupidly, why can treat people's children but not bring anything.

"Cock, diem?" Ulum again asked the man who was getting cold sweat because he had nothing.

"S– at the moment, there's nothing I bring except?" Ilyas touched his chest while looking at Ulum's face with sincerity. "I will support the birth and the inner. And receiving a child in the womb of Ayudia like my own biological child. I hope Mr. Fatkhul is willing to accept me for Ayudia."

Ulum leaned his shoulders after sitting in a position slightly leaning his shoulders forward. A smile from Ulum's lips instantly broke the tension Ilyas was feeling right now.

"Come the day after tomorrow, I will meet you first with my Master. Mr. Qonniah."

Ah, Ustadz Irsyad yes... My role model. –Ilyas smiles happily. This may be a sign that he has been given.

"But you still have to accept whatever the decision is after, yeah." The connection of Ulum's words made Ilyas' smile dim. Although the next split second nodded slowly.

"Yes, sir," he answered convincingly.

#Flashback...

"Allahuakbar, Allahuakbar... Allaaaaahu Akbar, Allahuakbar!"

"Good to Rabb..." The bespectacled young man immediately replied, fulfilling the call of God when Adhan Ashar reverberated.

Ilyas downed the rest of Dawet ayu who had stayed a little inside his glass. Then hand over the empty glass and pay it to the seller before rushing to the mosque on the other side of the road.

During the congregational prayer service, Ilyas looked solemn even to shed tears as his own lips read a short letter amid the silence of their prayers all inside the mosque.

After the completion of the prayer, people who have read dhikr began to leave their respective safes. And now the young man was left, who had not yet risen from his position. Connecting long dhikr as well as clear in front of the Supreme Being of Rahman.

O Allah. Today I say something that I hope is good for me, and also for You. But again all depends on You holding the heart of man.

But I hope in Thee, O the One who turns the hearts of men upside down. Can You melt his heart as You melt the heart of Sayidda Sofiah who had hated Rosulullah Saw.

Because Husband, Brother, and Father Sofiyah killed the Islamic army under the leadership of Rosulullah. My story may not be entirely the same. But I wish there was a little bit of kindness inserted for me too, so that I could get rid of my guilt by taking care of Aaron's son.

Ilyas's face looked up at the ceiling of the mosque with his hands raised. But he just said his prayers in his heart while crying tears. Hopefully, what he hopes will happen. In addition, he also tried to dispel worldly passions that are not obligated to be present in this wish. And leave everything to the almighty Dzat knowing the good of an intention.