Seikhlas Clouds Accompany Rain

Permission to leave

Arriving there. Aaron was in line. While Qonni chose to sit at an empty table waiting for her husband to come to bring her order. Because the outlet is not so crowded, Aaron was not so long in line. He has returned with a tray containing a serving of Ebi furai and a drink that does not contain so much sugar.

"Here, Madam." Aaron placed the tray in front of Qonni.

"Yeah! Thanks Hubby."

"Sama-sama, promise up? Otherwise I'm really mad, Bii."

"Aaaaaa, no. It's hard if A'a is angry, use the silent style of a thousand languages." Qonni shook the arm of Aaron who was sitting in front of him. The man smiled.

"Yes, he ate."

"Bantuin..."

"I can't eat shrimps, honey," Harun refused in a subtle tone.

"Eh, yes.forget."

"Eat, spend. Don't redundant..."

"inshaAllah, this is over. I like shrimp."

Aaron mangosteen while brandishing one thumb. Then sit down and take his eyes elsewhere.

"Son Aaron!" A woman who walked towards him, rebuked.

"Eh, Ustadzah Siti." Aaron moved while cupping his hands together. Qonni who saw the woman in the Shar'i hijab also shook the woman's hand. The middle-aged woman in front of him is a very fond postgraduate Safa and herself although not as crazy as Safa who never even absent to visit his studies.

"MashaAllah, meet you here."

"Yes, Ust." Aaron chuckled, his gaze fixed briefly on the two girls behind Ustadzah Siti, namely Zahra and Hanifah. Both are His daughters. "Assynnya!"

Aaron cupped his palms together The two of them then turned his gaze again at the middle-aged woman who was still inviting him to talk pleasantries.

"Yes, please continue. Excuse me first... Assalamualaikum."

"Walaikumsalam warahmatullah." Aaron lowered. As the three women passed by them after that, they sat back down.

"What is Zahra called?" Ask Aaron Qonni. The woman lately did know, if the girl who had been proposed to Aaron was the daughter of Ustadzah Siti named Zahra. But he never knew what Zahra looked like.

Aaron smiled faintly, "why ask that?"

"The client knows. Both are beautiful, definitely one of them is called, Zahra."

Aaron did not answer, he just took a bottle of mineral water and drank it.

"A'a–"

"What, Bii?" answer gently.

"Which one?"

"You know what, huh?" ledek Aaron laughing.

"Yes, I want to. You know which one, Dusty's pink veil or the gray one?"

"One of them" he replied.

"Yes, which one?"

"I want to know. Ntar stayed sewot again," she sneered with a smile.

"Can?"

"Oh, which one?"

"Bii, why ask something that will not be included in your hijab scales? Don't give a damn to Satan dong. We're adem ayem, here."

Qonni moved his lips, stopping the question. Obviously, one of the beautiful girls. If not the more mature yes, the younger with an aura of intelligence that radiates from his glasses.

It's the power of glasses, anyway? If one is too fashionable. But, I don't know who the girl who canceled was made a wife by A'Aaron. You guys have pissed me off for no reason. CK!

"Bii, eaten!" it was Aaron who caught the look of jealousy on his wife's face.

"Yes, this is again in the meal, Kok." Qonni glanced at the sebal. As for Aaron, only shake his head while preparing a sharp move to cool Qonni's heart that suddenly hot.

***

A few days passed...

Ilyas contacted Aaron after getting the ball ticket they would watch live on GBK. The man who had just finished teaching in his class also clenched his hands 'Yes!' getting a ball ticket is hard. Now, just how he asked his wife for permission which hopefully allowed.

Until the afternoon after performing the Ashar prayer. Aaron went to his wife and brought fresh pieces of fruit into their room.

At this moment, silence enveloped the atmosphere of the room. The woman had a hunch but I don't know what. Until the man in front of her started to make a sound.

"Darling, I want permission. Tomorrow want to watch the ball in GBK with Ilyas?" Aaron thrust a piece of melon into Qonni's mouth. Speak with caution.

"Kok suddenly?" ask with a full mouth.

"It's actually an old promise. Today my favorite team is here."

"Club A?" He asked who answered the nod of his head. "his opponent?"

"XX FC."

Qonni fell silent, for some reason his feelings felt bad. Given, the two supporters of the clubs including hard-line rivals who even reached outside the field was mutual slaughter.

"Have to watch it on GBK, huh?" tanyanya quietly while holding her husband's arm.

"Yes, Honey. Ilyas even bought his ticket."

"But I'm worried, what if there's a big brawl?"

"No, Bii. The apparatus that secures it must be many. And again, if Club A plays here? Supporters of them will not dare to watch directly at home XX FC. There is a call too."

Ayudia Qonniah was bearded, but her heart remained unsettled. Moreover, Aaron is a native descendant of the city where Club A was formed. Although already have a KTP here, because since childhood his family settled in Jakarta.

Honestly, actually I'm not ridho, A'. but seeing A'a really hope to be able to watch A'a's favorite club directly, I don't have the heart if I have to ban it. Moreover, A'a now rarely out of the house in addition to work or buy something important.

"Where?" Aaron touched his wife's cheek. "Don't get me, dong. You let A'a go to GBK, didn't you?"

Qonni nodded slowly. "Yes, A'. but be careful, huh? As much as possible take care of yourself A'a well. Don't be weird –"

Aaron chuckles. "What are I weird about?"

"Yes, there is something. Anyway you have to suck, we want to have a child!"

"Yes, Honey! Aye! inshaAllah, A'a can take care of yourself. There are Ilyas too. Hopefully all is well."

Qonni nodded slowly. And again continue to eat a few more pieces of fruit before switching to rest because the head is a little dizzy.