Seikhlas Clouds Accompany Rain

Ayu's strong desire

The one in sebrang was calming his already turbulent mind and heart when that number was no longer active. As for Qonni himself deliberately, immediately turned off her husband's phone again, shortly after the message was sent to Ilyas.

The woman glanced at the flat object she had turned off. Indeed, since the death of Aaron, the device he still holds.

But he never activated it. And only this time he opened it, for the sake of being able to communicate with the glasses man earlier.

Not without reason, why he did not wait for a reply from Ilyas. All for the sake of her decision not wanting to give her space to be close again. Because, from the beginning Qonni did not have the slightest interest in the owner of curls with glasses framed on a small part of his face.

The pair of sad eyes moved up towards the wedding picture frame perched on the wall of the room.

"A'a, I miss. I just came to the tomb this afternoon. But I miss it again."

In the hug of Aaron's cell phone that still has the distinctive smell of men that he yearns for. While rubbing his moving stomach. Qonni again held back the tears that began to run down the river so as not to fall.

It's not that easy that this heart is linked, A'. It is not that easy also this heart forgets your figure that has been imprinted in the heart. There is no prohibition to marry again. But is it wrong if I survive for you, A'?

Inner Ayudia whimpered longing that pierced the recesses of her heart. The flower looks dead, but the roots are still alive. Ayu can still be strong even though she must herself take care of her love fruit with Aaron.

🌲🌲🌲

In less than an hour, the day will change. But the pair of eyes did not fall asleep. Maybe it was because of thinking of something that made him uncomfortable. Qonni finally went out of the room to get some drinking water.

Once in the kitchen, he saw the lights were still on. And in the find of a middle-aged man who was completing his work typing data using a tube computer that had been repaired at noon, then print the finished one.

Dad's still awake. I couldn't sleep because I was thinking about it this afternoon. Should I take Dad to talk?

Forward-backward his determination to open his voice. Because, he was not really sure if his father immediately responded to the pinangan of the glasses young man. Yeah, whatever it is. Although it was just a misunderstanding of his mind. He still has to say this, right?

There is nothing wrong if there are men who want to question him. However, Qonni simply did not want his life to change again. Not yet the storm in his heart subsided he did not want anyone to come though while carrying a trident of healing wounds in his heart. It's not that easy...

"Well," the woman whose gestational age had reached eight months now stood by his side.

"Yes, son?" Ulum's eye motion followed word for word on the monitor screen. "You haven't slept? Kasian kid in your womb. I'll be tired soon."

Qonni squeezed his hands in front of his chest. "Dad, are you still busy? Qonni would say that."

"By, by the way. Dad's been horrified, really." Because of the pursuit of the deadline, Ulum only answered without turning his head.

"What's wrong with her?"

The girl who was not wearing her hijab was currently speechless, looking fixedly at her father's face with a pleading expression.

"I love A' Harun–" she said with both eyes condensing. "And I don't want to replace A' Aaron with anyone. Wallahi, Dad."

Without having to explain, Ulum already understood. Surely her daughter knew of Ilyas's sudden proposal? He returned to the monitor screen only to click on the Save symbol, so that the data is not lost if the computer suddenly dies. Then it goes back to Qonni.

"What, did you listen to Father and Ilyas' conversation, just now?" He asked, who answered with a head.

"Mas Ilyas must have said something to Dad? I'm just frickin', Dad." He did not say what he heard when his father was talking to his mother.

The man nodded slowly. "Son, I was sorry earlier. But, as Bu Nyai Nur said. You are allowed to remarry with anyone."

Qonni shook his head, a sign that he was rejecting it.

"Dad, Qonni hasn't denied you all this time?" Qonni hurriedly interrupted. The middle-aged man before him shook his head. "Then please never respond let alone promise anyone who is trying to get close to me and my son."

The woman who was still standing at Ulum's side wiped away the tears that suddenly flowed down one of his cheeks.

"Dad please understand my feelings. I can take care of my life and this child even without a surrogate husband. This is how I accept the fate of the Creator. God may have taken his body from me. But not for my love for A' Aaron."

Qonni closed his eyes, every word that came out sounded very heart-wrenching. Until Ulum gushed up and hugged his daughter's body.

"Dad still wants to, nerima Qonni lives here. I promise I won't bother Mom and Dad. I'll take care of my own son without burdening you. Qonni can, Dad. Qonni can take care of Qonni and A'Aaron's children alone..." The woman in Ulum's arms sobbed, she had not even listened to Ulum's explanation but her heart had rebelled first.

"Why are you talking like this, son. I'll obviously never mind. Even though you've lived with Dad here all your life" he replied, gently stroking the head of the child who could no longer speak. "You don't think anything, yeah. I will definitely accept you and your future grandson. Sorry, Well, my son."

Qonni nodded slowly. His lips still bothered to say Istighfar many times. Where at this time the niche of the heart is still not able to accept this stifling test, he said, and he would also not be able to if he had to force his heart full of Aaron to be refilled with other men.

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On the other side. The bespectacled young man, was unfurling his alphabet. Asking for a clue through the municipality he is standing on. Nothing is impossible if the mercy of God is pursued first. Destiny has indeed been outlined, but he remains steadfast in wishing Him the Supreme Bearer of the human heart.