Seikhlas Clouds Accompany Rain

Birth reports

For months now, I had no news of Ayudia. This morning, when the sun had not even come out—the young man with glasses was ready with a black jacket, a backpack containing a laptop also some work files, and a helmet attached to his head.

In fact, there was no morning job at the school where he taught. But it was Mr. Ulum's chat message last night that made him excited to get out early.

Yes, the middle-aged man who served as the principal needed a quick battery that matched his laptop. Because he'll use it for today's meeting. And fortunately Ilyas was in stock, so he was willing to come that morning before Mr. Fatkhul Qulum departed.

In addition, there was a strong desire to see the news of the sad-eyed Angel that he had not known for a long time. Whether she gave birth or not. So encourage himself to prepare before the sun for the sake of being able to come to Pak Ulum's house first without making it too late to go to school.

"Nu, don't forget the water in matiin. Abas likes to forget about it," he said while pressing the starter bendik.

"Yes, Mas" he answered, intending to close the door again.

"Oh yeah..." Groped his pocket in his pants. "Now, money. Use as necessary– give additional twenty thousand to Abas. Today he came home this afternoon."

Ibnu received the money for his stay and Abas today before Ilyas said his greetings and took the speed of his motorbike away.

The young man with a glove that covered the waist area to the ankles looked at the elder brother until his back disappeared into the dim sky. Afterwards breathe out. There was a feeling of pity for him that had to shoulder all by himself. Most of his friends were married and had children. While her brother is still single.

"I hope I graduate quickly so I can help Mas Ilyas." Ibn instilled a strong determination after this. And it seems, the intention for selling ice boba will soon be realized as well. Just waiting for his capital savings is enough, at least with that— the burden of his brother will be reduced. And Ilyas can focus on making himself happy by knitting a marriage relationship with a woman.

Ibnu went back inside the house and closed the door. His daily routine will soon run as it should.

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The sky was starting to light, Ilyas turned off his motor engine right in front of the tightly locked gate. While removing the helmet, at the same time look at the inside of the iron fence. His mind kept wondering about the loneliness of the house of Mr. Fatkhul Qulum.

"No one's rich, huh?" The young man muttered as he put down the helmet, he got up. Walk closer then knock the padlock into the fence while calling for greetings.

Several times he called for a greeting but there was no answer. Until finally he decided to pull out the phone, then contact Mr. Ulum.

The phone call only roared a few times. Before the end the voice that was conditioned for his wise impression was heard.

"Valayam warahmatullah..."

Ilyas smiled, "anu, sorry sir. I'm in front of Father's house."

"Astaghfirullah, so in a hurry to forget not to tell you," he said in a speech that made Ilyas just speechless listening with a smile. "I'm in the hospital, this. How ya?"

Hearing the news, his lips that originally arched a smile then dimmed.

"Hospital?" His murmur frowned. "If you may know, who's sick, sir?"

"It's not sick, Ayudia is giving birth today."

A feeling of worry mixed with happiness suddenly burst into the chest of the young man with both eyes framed by minus glasses.

"Groads, sir?"

"Yes, Son. This morning I took him to the hospital" he replied, which left Ilyas pensive.

Lahiran without a Husband, must be heavy for Ayu. –Eth why he so imagined the face of Ayu who was not as happy as before.

"Oh God, Caesar, sir?" It was still heard on the ground. Ulum can catch the worry in the young man. "I can only pray, may Ayu and her child be healthy."

"Aamiin, so how?" Ulum again inquired about his arrival this morning.

"Emmm, it— like this, how if I take each of you to see the condition of Ayu, sir. By the way, the hospital where Ayu gave birth is, huh?"

Sebrang looks like Fatkhul Qulum is thinking. Because there is no sound at all.

"Sorry, Sir. Not because I can't wait for the money. But, I want you to make sure Ayu and her son." Ilyas said honestly.

Because when he heard that Ayu was in the operating room, he felt panicked like a man who heard that his wife was about to give birth. Although that sounds excessive, in fact it is what Muhammad Ilyasa felt.

"Aren't you teaching today?"

Ilyas glanced at his watch, less than twenty-five minutes left would show at six in the morning.

"That–" duh what reason I will put forward so as not to cause prejudice. The young man twisted his brain.

"You know the public hospital closest to my house, right?" Ask continues. Kontan, Ilyas immediately nodded as if he was dealing directly with the interlocutor.

"Tau, sir."

"It was at the hospital that I brought my daughter. Position in front of the delivery room."

"MashaAllah, can I go straight there?"

"Please, if it doesn't interfere with Ilyas' time."

"InshaAllah, sir." With a feisty intonation, Ilyas replied. Shortly, after the greeting the young man hurriedly gasped, heading to the hospital mentioned earlier.

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Arriving in front of the delivery room. He immediately approached Qonni's mother and father who were both waiting for the completion of the labor operation.

"Assalamualaikum," said Ilyas approaching them both. Before him, he only caught the friendly smile of Fatkhul Qulum, in contrast to Aida who displayed a dislike facial expression.

"Walaikumsalam warahmatullah, really come." Aida responded with a slightly cynical tone, which made her get a soft pat on her hand part of Ulum as a small reprimand.

Because to be honest, he had heard almost the entire conversation of his Husband and the glasses young man. Without wanting to know the true heart of Ilyas. He had judged Ilyas to be impolite and did not see the current condition that was being panicked.

Indeed, women who still have a slim body that is less like Ilyas, since the proposal a few months ago. However, only this time he really felt uncomfortable seeing the presence of the neat-looking young man. As for Ilyas only nodded once with a smile. A female nurse came out shortly.

"Alhamdulillah, a baby girl has been born, Pak/Bu," he said reported with a cheerful facial expression. "And his mother is also in good condition."

"Allahuacbar... Thank goodness." The three of them answered almost simultaneously. Relief is created after a few minutes of fretfulness.

The treatment instantly shifted his final gaze on Ilyas. "The father of Ayudia's mother's husband? Please come with me to accuse the baby."

Seemed the three sculpted, especially Ilyas who suddenly stiff when he thought He was the husband of Ayudia.