Seikhlas Clouds Accompany Rain

The rain has a story

The bell rang home, the students and students did not immediately scatter out because it was raining rapidly at this time. Pregnant women who have not decided to leave are walking slowly down the school corridor. The smell of wet soil, mixed with the sound of water falling in groups has created an atmosphere of shahdu.

Qonni smiled faintly at those he passed in front of their respective classes. At the very end of the woman stopped her steps. He stood on the edge of a ceramic floor that was slightly wet from falling rainwater. The boundary between two roofless buildings that make road access to a special student parking lot.

We're rain therapy, yuk! Let can be spit in a child. –A gust of wind mixed with splash of water hit his shady face. A flash of memories related to the presence of rain made his heart throb.

The woman in the khaki color official uniform let out a long sigh, before smiling. Covering his uncomfortable feelings that suddenly spread. The atmosphere of the school is still crowded, not even a few of the students who pass by while greeting politely.

He pulled over for a while, letting them pass first. Because the rain is very heavy, while the stomach is too big to run through the rain to be able to cross to the next building. He decided to wait.

Fortunately, there was a female student who brought an umbrella and took her along to the other building which was only three meters away.

"Thank you, Yes." Qonni rubbed his slightly wet arm in the rain.

"Together, Mom. I go first, yeah."

"Yes, be careful" he said, ending the conversation. The woman who was still hugging her book again continued her steps towards the office which was only a few meters away. Not yet his body reached the office door, Qonni was already focused in the other direction.

A male student who wears a bicycle with a basket in front, plus a woman who is piggybacking behind him while laughing. As if making himself stunned again, following the direction of the two students walked through the rain.

The crane! The crane! The crane! The crane!

Allahs... Qonni again stepped up to the lips of the ceramic floor, near the water droplets from the tiling fell.

# The flashback

A'a had just returned from Sukabumi to meet her teacher. The man immediately took her out.

The crane! The crane! The crane! The crane!

Qonni, who had just arrived at the doorway, was puzzled when she saw her husband standing under the rain with a bicycle in hand.

"A'a what do you want? How come it's raining, anyway?"

"Here we go, we're rain therapy, yuk! Let's get a kid soon." Words that made little sense to Qonni. But he continued to obey, stepping barefoot near Aaron.

The man raised both his hands, while looking at the sky. Then pray that Qonniah will accept.

After that, hold Ayudia's face and kiss her forehead gently. Just below the cold, heavy rain.

"Said Kyai Rafiq, we tried rain therapy together. And another series of endeavors that I will later tell you. Hopefully God ijabah we can soon have children," he explained trying as hard as possible to hear his wife. Qonni himself just nodded. "The old man didn't play in the rain, so shivered gini. There were not thirty minutes." Aaron laughed and so did Qonni.

"What is a bike for?"

"Make a muter in front. Let's be more fun." Take him while sitting on the bicycle saddle belonging to ART's mother at Aaron's house.

"Fear of geludug."

"InshaAllah, no. Here's my bell, Bii." Aaron drew Qonni's hand slowly so that his wife would be in a hurry to sit on the side of him.

"Slow down, you know." Both of Qonni's hands instantly coiled around his waist and locked him in front of Aaron's flat stomach.

"Dih doubts A'a who was the winner in the bicycle race when seven dozen first." Aaron began to pedal his bike, while teasing Qonni by pretending to walk around. "Eh... Uh..."

"A'a!"

"Haha!"

"Don't joke, I hit ya later."

Plaak...!

"Duh, Gusti nu agung, pedes is really A'a's back, Bii."

"Sukurin," for her who then kissed her husband's wet back that she had hit for reflex.

Aaron smiled jail, he returned to pedaling the bike with a fast movement while turning the handlebar of the bike he was pedaling.

"Yahoo, A'aaaaaaaaaaa!" Qonni shrieked while strengthening his embrace at her husband's waist.

"Rain! it's raining, it's raining! The deres, the deres! Ahhaha..." No matter how many times Qonni's hand hit his back, it just got crazier carrying his bike.

A few minutes of bicycle play, round and round Ceu Entin precisely made gawking. Aaron leads the bike with a guilty feeling because of the broken chain.

"Eleuh... eleuh... kunaon Eceu bike so this is it, Gus? You guys fell down what?"

"A'a, hell!" Qonni glared at him who immediately apologized.

"Sorry, yes, Ceu. I'll be back anterin, huh. Let it be true first."

"Duh Gusti... but Neng same Gus Aaron tea is not papa, right? "

"It's okay, Ceu Entin. It's just a brutal A'a'a bringing his bike." Qonni explained while glancing cynically at Aaron. "Style, style!"

"Oh God."

"Eceu doesn't want to go home yet, right? Abis magrib has returned. I'll be anterin, really!"

"Yes, yes, Gus. Just relax." The housekeeper who was the nanny when Aaron was a child laughed.

"No, Ceu Entin won't be angry." Aaron actually laughed, as for Qonni himself just sighed at once and shook his head.

–––

With a shivering body the two immediately took a bath together using warm water.

"Udah wants ashar" he said, hugging Qonniah's body, which was still wrapped in a towel.

"Continue?"

"We pray first, that abis?" Aaron kissed his shoulder.

"This afternoon?" Ask Qonni who understands the meaning.

"Ikhtiar, Bii. Hopefully in Ijabah, you just finished your period anyway, right?" He answered with a nod of his head. "So we've been praying under the rain too. Where there is a hadith narrated by Al Hakim and Al Baihaqi. Two prayers that will not be rejected, namely prayer when the prayer and prayer when the rain falls. You know, Shaykh Al Albani also said that this hadith is hasan. So there is no harm in praying during rain therapy. We're working again immediately."

"Hopefully, yes A'. Which has been our hope all along. I'm afraid, I'm the problem myself."

"No, don't talk about it. Me and you, must not have any fertility issues. It is only a matter of time, exactly when only God knows."

"Yes, A'..."

Because the rain outside had subsided, the sound of Adhan was heard clearly. Aaron said hamdalah, they were rushing to prepare for prayer.

After the completion of prayer and dhikr. Slowly Aaron began to fondle his wife with a good adab. Pray, and ask for goodness before mixing with Qonniah on their beds.

A sense of longing piled up after almost a week did not meet. The added cold made their play feel warmer under the covers.