Seikhlas Clouds Accompany Rain

Astonishing offer

Somewhere else. The young man who often wore his glasses at all times, was busy explaining the material in front of the students. A calm and slightly humorous carrying no doubt makes the students feel at home if they have entered the hours of study He is not even rare, so cool that it does not feel if the bell sign of alternating lessons has rang.

"Till here someone wants to ask?" ask Ilyas while closing the marker. "Regarding the subject matter, loh. Not outside–"

The students laughed. Ilyas asked again. "Do you understand, really?"

"Already, Paaaaak!" answer them simultaneously.

"Well, it's common to be asked already understand what not? the answer must be sudaaaah. Repetitive turn, the value of freefall," continued Ilyas who responded to the laughter of the disciples.

"Then go to page fifteen. We're starting to do the third chapter evaluation. Later if the time is enough, we will correct it together."

"Good, sir."

Ilyas smiles. The glasses guy went back to the table. While sitting down, he monitored his students to do the matter he had just given.

On the sidelines of the eyeballs that monitor them one by one. As her mind began to wander out of class, Ilyas recalled his private chat with a middle-aged man, at a neighbor tahlilan event last night. Where at that time they sat together, while enjoying a treat. The man with white Koko who is famous as a former county official said something that made him half-minded.

The flashback

"Son Ilyas, is there a candidate yet?" ask after making small talk first. The young man next to her smiled.

"Said to have been but not yet, said not yet..." Ilyas continued on but laughed.

"Seriously this, son."

"If the one who really wants to be married is not there yet, sir," he replied. "But the candidate I want, is already there."

Mr. Sofian mangosteen. The authoritative man bit the chicken lemper in the hand.

"I mean, it's there but you haven't expressed your intentions or what?"

Ilyas was actually awkward when it came to talking about this personal matter. However, what do you want ... his name is asked by an older person? He must definitely respond. The origin is still in its natural stage.

"It's already Sir."

"Continue?" Mr. Sofian sat down while hugging one of his knees, which led to Ilyas.

"He who is not willing to stop me."

"Oh.." the man gulped down the mineral water in the glass that was presented before him. "Certainly there will be a bright spot will be the same?"

"Why do we have to wait for the unclear? What if the same marriage is obvious?"

"I mean, Sir?"

Sofian looked to the left and right. When the pilgrims who are sitting tahlil is still cool chatting while enjoying treats from the host. He continued his conversation.

"You want my son, don't you?" he asked a little whisper.

Ilyas who was drinking was stunned. Suddenly, this quite distinguished Sofian offered the only princess that Qori was for him who was only a cracker.

"i'm serious. Coincidentally my son asked for a mate. And you're the only candidate I think is right."

Gleeeek... Ilyas swallowed the mineral water that had been held in his mouth.

"Sofian's sister offered me which daughter?" Not believing what he said, Ilyas asked again. It was also what made Mr. Sofian laugh while patting the shoulder of the young man who still showed the impression of surprise.

"Which one else? My daughter is just one. Fatimah Nur Handayani."

Of course it made Ilyas' mouth seem to be locked tightly. He can't answer anything. More confused and unprepared, anyway.

"If you are ready, you do not need to think about funds for the wedding party. I'll charge a hundred percent. What matters is that you have any dowry, and are ready to become my daughter's priest. Then everything is sorted out. I also have an empty shop. You can fill it if where you want to open an electronic goods business. I will also be your manager. What about Ilyas, okay?"

Flashback off

"Allahuakbar.." murmured Ilyas shut all the memories floating in the head. The young man who was still inside the class immediately took off his glasses and massaged the top of his throbbing nose shaft.

Not because it is not beautiful, actually Fatimah is also a perfect figure of morals and charm of her face. But besides the heart never say hello he was present even if only a little. Ilyas also knew that the degree between himself and Fatimah was very decrepit. He's an orphan whose late mother was a pecel rice seller. While Fatimah is the daughter of a prominent man in her area.

Of course to think of the girl whose age range was only eight years away was never.

During this time they are neighbors, as well as Fatima is a student of his salary in TPQ founded by scholars who live near them. Obviously, Ilyas never had any thoughts of liking the little girl. He thought he was too old for a girl like Fatimah.

Triiii....! One incoming chat message. To disperse the mind of the man who is still stunned in his daydream. Ilyas immediately put on his glasses while reaching into his pocket and opened the message.

[Assalamualaikum, Mom. I'm sorry Ibn interrupted Mas Ilyas' time. Just want to tell. After the accident, he got hit by a support cart. The ashes themselves are not papa, just blisters. But the problem is, there is one victim who must be rushed to the hospital, namely the merchant. Hesadnya Mas ... Abas with motor. The front body of the bike is pretty crisp. As much as possible, come here. Ibnu send share his location.]

Ilyas was stunned for quite a while while reading the message. Before finally massaging the forehead that back throbbing dizzy.

"Astaghfirullah al'azim, what else is this." The man exited the classroom briefly to contact Ibnu with a phone call. To make things clearer, he will then make a decision between waiting until the clock comes home or permission after one hour of this lesson is over.