Seikhlas Clouds Accompany Rain

unexpected arrival

The breeze of the wind led me to an endless longing. Take a step in search of hope that never will be. This is the kind of life that I say is fine, when the smile that is inscribed is just a charade. In fact, all is done to cover the silence of the recesses of the soul, which can no longer hold its mortal figure.

– Ayudia Qonniah –

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Not felt, several months have been passed alone with Chaerunnisa Denia Athalla. Three words that mean Beautiful and great women, the gift of God.

The woman who is expected to grow into a beautiful and great girl, as a gift of God entrusted to her. So that later, it can be a flower that always makes happy and proud.

Women with a home-grown, pink floral pattern and an instant veil that matches their clothes. Was walking while pushing the baby stroller itself, on a complex road that leads to the park.

While removing the saturation that sometimes makes him experience the baby blues without being aware of the house. Qonni decided to enjoy the morning with the child to breathe fresh air.

Right now, the sky is not so bright. Even the sun had not yet come out of its place of contention. It feels very fitting to restore the mood after months of confinement at home.

Expressionless, with the mouth constantly humming sholawat He pushed the baby carriage with the look of the eyes pointed forward. Some of the people he went through, were also greeted as necessary and more often only with a thin smile from the lips that were left innocently agile.

At the same time, a motorbike passed, passing Ayudia who constantly pulled the brake lever and turned her head back.

"Nisa–" he muttered with a smile, he knew the name of Qonni and Aaron's daughter of course from Story WA Pak Ulum. The one in the post shortly after the event aqiqah baby girl.

Qonni himself did not realize if the man with the red motor is Ilyas who deliberately stopped by just to see the daily life of Ayu and her baby from a distance.

Ilyas remained silent for a few minutes, five metres from the house of Fatkhul Qulum. And if lucky usually he can see Ayu and her little princess on the terrace or maybe on the balcony of the room.

He has been doing this habit for the past three weeks. It is not every day, only once a week, given the distance and time that makes it sometimes difficult.

This can't be called stalking, can it? Sometimes Ilyas' heart asked that. Fear what he did will be boomerang in the future.

Ilyas turned his motorcycle around, before speeding past the woman again and stopping on the edge of the garden sidewalk which was also filled with street vendors, food vendors for breakfast.

He was sure, Qonni would want to go to this park. Because the distance is only twenty meters from the position of Qonni. While waiting, while observing. Ilyas did not take off the helmet, nor did the slayer that covered his mouth.

Long enough he stayed on the bike, until the woman with a plain face without berias stopped the small wheels of baby crete that he pushed, on one of the empty park benches.

Qonni glanced at all directions. The atmosphere of the park is not so crowded, only a handful of parents who are enjoying their morning time with exercise. The other two are a young couple, where a husband appears to be accompanying his pregnant wife for a walk in the park.

"Yank, want to eat some porridge, right?" The husband's voice offered. The couple walking together soon passed the chair that Qonni was sitting in.

"No way, Ah. If eating it is mual–"

"Yes, what?" he asked as he continued to step up completely through the woman who was looking down while holding the hand of her little princess.

"I don't know, but I want to be so soon," the pregnant woman chimed in, where the sound of their conversation getting here is getting more faint.

The woman in the baby pink hijab was stuck. Where in his heart was envy. The next fraction of a second is halau by smiling when he sees the child who is awake.

Nothing makes me envious. Right now my happy is Nisa. My daughter with Aa.

His heart kept trying. Trying to save the happiness of his heart that was wrapped in dark clouds all the time.

In his place, Ilyas continued to observe. The face with motherly aura belonged to Ayu.

The fact is, if I just keep quiet without trying to communicate, there will be no results. But, if I suddenly approached and Ayu was even uncomfortable how, yes? –still on the bike, the glasses young man began to feel worried.

On the other hand, there was the sound of Nisa's loud cries being let out from inside the stroller by Qonni.

Hearing Nisa's cry, Ilyas desperately wanted to get close. But how. For a moment, the bespectacled young man glanced at the motor that had just arrived not far from his position. Seemed an old father carrying a bunch of balloons with varied shapes, which in the layer of a fine net so that the objects containing the wind did not complicate the speed of his motor.

Seeing that, Ilyas had an idea. He got off the bike and approached the balloon seller and bought a balloon with a funny shape.

"How, Sir?"

"Twenty thousand aja, Mas," he replied after handing over the balloon whose tip was tied with a bundle of pebbles.

"This–" Ilyas held out two pieces of money with a nominal of ten thousand.

"False, Mas. I sell my trades."

Ilyas smiles. "Together, Sir. Hopefully after this many who buy until the merchandise Mr. Abis."

"Aamiin, Mum." The old man smiled happily as he patted his first two pieces of money today onto all his trades.

With a long breath while carrying a pink balloon. The young man approached the woman who was standing in a back-to-back position.

"Assalamualaikum–" he said hesitantly, which made Qonni turn his head.

"Valayam warahmatullah..." Of course, seeing Ilyas suddenly in plain sight, the woman was astonished to make him stunned for a while while continuing to pat Nisa's back.

"Hei–" the man wiggled the balloon in front of the three-month-old baby whose even the gaze of his eyes had not been completely focused.

"Mas Ilyas why is it here?" ask Qonni who took a step back, keeping his distance.

The young man also changed the position of the balloon that covered his face.

"I want to say that I didn't accidentally pass by. Surely you will not believe it" replied Ilyas. As for Qonni just silently frowned. "I was here on purpose, Yu."

"To this park?"

"No, but your house."

"Is there a similar business Dad?" Guess what, the one answered with the head. "Want to?"

"I'd like to see you, Nisa."

Ilyas's reply momentarily made Ayu flinch. Actually, what's wrong with this guy. Why did it seem like he was so intensely approaching her and now, was he using his daughter as another way to lure? The woman shook her head slowly, not wanting to guess with bad thoughts.

"Can I carry it?"

The woman before him was still silent with both strong hands holding Nisa as if afraid that someone would snatch her.

"Yes! I know this is too weird for you, right? But you must know. There's a good reason why I really want to see this kid" he said. "Please, give me permission to carry Nisa. Aja–"

Ilyas. Until Qonni could not refuse anymore. He believed that the man before him was not a stranger he did not know. But about the reason, why he suddenly became curious.

"Yes?" Ilyas's return was convincing. Slowly, Qonni's embrace of his son began to unravel and moved the child into Ilyas's arms carefully.

"MashaAllah–" with teary eyes, Ilyas could feel the beautiful fairy in his arms. "Oh my God, her beauty."

Qonni, who was still in front of the young man, was silent. Looking at the man who was focusing on petting Nisa even until the boy was asleep in the man's arms with a black jacket, and the slayer that was still coiled around his neck. He will wait, as long as possible. For fear that slander will approach them both.