Seikhlas Clouds Accompany Rain

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Ulum who intends to go out stops the steps in the doorway. His head turned to the right and left.

"This–" he muttered as he touched Anisa's stroller.

"Let's go, Dad. Help ingetin, I want to buy liquid laundry soap. Turns out it's already abis, buy a plan aja time yes. The wasteful bottle." Ocehnya while fixing the hijab. "Eh, Qonni's home yet?" he asked when he realized there was a stroller in front of them.

"I don't know, but I don't hear the sound of greeting. The door is also opened just like that" replied Ulum.

"Geez, Qonni must have forgotten. Try to check first in the room," he said in reply nodding his head. The middle-aged man pulls Nisa's stroller into the living room while the wife goes back in to look for Qonni.

On top...

The woman who still had a slender body heard the sound of crying from inside her youngest daughter's room. Of course, Qonni was missing her husband again. Aida could guess that because sometimes she also saw the remains of her son's crying finished praying. But not only that. He also heard the sound of Nisa's cry that was not so loud.

Tok...

"Sir, Nduk!" Call Aida while knocking on the door. Waiting for a few seconds, no answer. He opened the door to Qonni's room slowly. "Oh Allah, Nduk!"

Seeing her daughter crying while leaning her head under the bed, even letting Nisa cry made her rush to them.

"O Allah, O Allah. Why Nduk? Why did you cry like this. Even your son whines to the point of being let go." Aida lifted a small body that was quite contained on the bed, calming her down. "Qonniah?"

"Hiks!" Qonni did not answer but continued crying.

"Sir, O Allah.., do not confuse mother, to. You why? Aaron Kangen? Yes, Nduk?" Aida crouched down, she moved her daughter's head in her arms. "Russiafar, Nduk. Come istighfar–"

"Mother–"

"Yes, Honey?"

"A' Aaron..., hiks! A' Aaron–"

"Istighfar, dear. Don't be gini, your son's kasian iki, you know." Aida brought Nisa's face closer to Qonni. "Kasian. You ignore him crying. Don't do it, Nduk."

He heard his mother's words more. The woman who was still wearing the hijab grew sobbing. He could not explain what he felt. Moreover, relaying the words of Ilyas while in the park earlier.

"I want A' Aaron, Mom." Issue again. "I want A'a."

"Oh Allah, Gusti– ojo ngono to, Nduk." Aida was crying. Feeling the loss in the soul of his eldest daughter.

"A'a..."

"Oh Allah, Qonni. Patience, Nduk.patience is ayu."

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A few minutes later, the woman calmed down. Aida herself canceled her intention to shop at the convenience store with her husband. And asked Ulum to go alone.

Now the little girl is asleep in bed. Next to the woman who looks silent while enjoying the fruit that has been peeled and cut into pieces by her mother.

"Eat a lot, Nduk. Want some rice too? I'm taking it?"

"No, Ma. This is enough," he replied as he pierced the apple piece.

"Yes already. If so, then wheat bread. Let some fiber come in."

Qonni nodded as he chewed, as for Aida coming back out only to pick up two widths of wheat bread that was given chocolate jam. Afterward, he again approached Qonni who was still silent looking at the sky that appeared from the glass window of his room.

Qonni immediately shook his head, while tying his hair.

"Your grandfather has warned many times, not to drag on, Nduk. There's a meeting there's gotta be a farewell."

Qonni nodded. Explaining it is also free, only people who are the same as him only understand. Sometimes, the heart may accept. But miss, that's very difficult for him to eliminate.

"Udah rest. Don't think much, your ASI will be bad. And also influential for the development of Nisa."

"Yes, Mom."

"Yo wes, mom's out first. Don't cry rich anymore. If you have a problem, you better tell Mom, Dad. Or your brother Safa."

The woman nodded back. Mother got up before breezing out of Qonni's room which was now quiet again.

***

Motor just arrived in front of the house after dzuhur. Because Ilyas stopped by first to the customer's place. Although today is a holiday, but not necessarily make it linger.

"Assalamu'alaikum." The young man sluggishly opened the door of the unlocked house. There was also a half-running step inside, the man had already guessed for sure Abas. The bespectacled young man found his youngest sister's phone lying on a table with a charger slot attached.

Ilyas approached, and touched his sister's cell phone. It feels hot the flat object sign was just in use. While the clock has pointed at one more quarter of a minute.

"Huuuft, this child is yes." - his grunts as he stepped back in to remove the driving attribute and change his clothes with a more relaxed one.

A few minutes passed, Ilyas came out again with a t-shirt and a glove that coiled around his waist to his feet. While carrying a coffee cup, he again approached Abas who was already sitting while returning to play.

"Bas."

"Yes, Mom?" Ask.

"Taro used to be his HP. Ilyas wants to talk to you." The man sat down on another chair while putting coffee on the table. The sister said, immediately put the device on the table. "Look at that shirt you wore last night?"

"Yes, Mum."

"Why not replace? You haven't had a shower, have you?"

The teenager in front of Ilyas did not dare to answer other than just bowing his head.

"You know, the cause of the fake is he who does not pay attention to appearance and also personal hygiene. At least take a shower to make it fresh. Do physical activities that can restore your mood as a human being. Therefore, today is still young already sickly. You play a lot of HP from the morning. Even the prayers come to the end."

"Sorry, Mas. I wanted to pray to the mosque but I was in the adhan rush." Kilah Abbas's.

"Otherwise, if you don't go to the mosque, want to postpone it again?" Firmly Ilyas who only responded with a headband. "Bas, what time did Mas Ilyas or Mas Ibnu not at home. You didn't even pray? Don't you remember watching the angel of death 70 times?"

"For Allah's sake, Abas keep praying Mas."

"So what?" Ask Ilyas. "So if Mas does not go home, you will still feel at home playing games on HP!"

"Yes Mas. Sorry–" Abas scratched his non-itchy head, as for the man to let out a long sigh.

"Don't apologize the same, Mom. And again, do not ever do worship for fear of getting angry Mas Ilyas. Mas Ilyas is not omnipresent, so can only monitor you when close. So learn to bring your worship, as if it were being watched full twenty-four hours by the almighty. Understand no?"

"Good idea, Mom." Abas nodded. During this time as a first brother, Ilyas was not only required to make a living. But he must also be able to bring his brothers and sisters into goodness.