Seikhlas Clouds Accompany Rain

unexpected help

"Assalamualaik." Say hello to those who are there.

"Walaikumsalam warahmatullah." Just this time Qonni felt relieved as well as happy when he saw the glasses man.

"Sorry, Kang. This is my candidate." Because Ilyas understood the situation even admitted that would make Qonni bow.

"Oh, candidate. Kunaon even walk alone - alone?" One of the men asked as he moved closer to their motorbike.

"Because we are not halal, so be it alone. This should be my business. Thank you, Kang."

"Hmmmmm! Yuk lah–" invite one of them while patting the shoulder of the other man again. They also re-started the duck motorbike engine that is no longer original body. Then it breezed away while gassing repeatedly.

Alhamdulillah – inner Qonni when the two men had left.

"You on board, Dek?" Ilyas asked in a worried tone. The woman also shook her head.

"Not in anything. They just said they wanted to show the tire repair shop," he replied briefly. As for Ilyas directly glanced towards the motorcycle tire that was deflated.

"Alhamdulillah O Allah.., lucky they are not begal, Yu," Ilyas later said.

"That?"

"This is pretty prone loh. Well, for example, it's not su'udzon but they're suspicious."

Qonni mangosteen, actually he also felt bad when they offered to take Qonni.

"There's been a rape case for a long time, Yas. A girl who just came home from school, passing by in the area. Even the third case. The last one to be killed." Someone with a motor sport was chiming in.

"Astaghfiullah! here?" Ask the glasses guy.

"Yes in this area, a little ahead of there. The plantation area" he replied. Ilyas turned to Qonni. Her sweet face suddenly turned pale.

Suddenly both of the girl's legs instantly went limp. They both took him there, too. Try it if you do not meet Ilyas and his friends could be the fourth victim.

"Motor leaked?" Ilyas asked, so that his friends would no longer tell him, which made Aaron's widow even more horrified.

"Yes, Mommy" he answered briefly.

"Can't you be with anyone?" Ilyas asked while crouching near the Qonni motorbike. Check the motorbike. The woman was silent too. The feeling is still not good, between tired mixed with fear that is turning to a feeling of relief.

"Patch the tires far away." One of Ilyas' friends spoke. They were also busy looking for a way to bring the Ayudia motorcycle to one of the tire patch repair shops.

Meanwhile a man who had the same profession as a teacher started to look at the car from a distance.

"It was pick up..."

"Where? Empty no? Try it at the stop."

Two men in equally black jackets stopped the pick up. Luckily, the car was empty after carrying the wood.

"Nohun, Kang. Can I have a favor?"

"Oh, yes A'..., how?" Ask the father with his dark skin sunburned.

"This. Can I take one motor to the workshop?"

"Oh, or so can. Mango! Taro's in the back." The middle-aged man who looked friendly allowed. Even with pleasure, help them to lift the bike Ayudia Qonniah to the top of the rear of the car.

"MashaAllah–" Qonni was delighted and helped. They were like angels God sent to help him. The bike is now on top of the car in a tied position. Two men who had been riding Ilyas and one other motorcycle chose to ride in the rear tub while guarding the motorbike.

Ilyas shifted his gaze towards Qonni.

"Sorry, do you want my hick, Yu? I drove to the workshop," he said offering.

A little hesitating the girl nodded. Ilyas was ready to get on his bike. Where he was at the very brink of the position of the other friends.

"Udah?" Ilyas asked to confirm, the woman who was now sitting with a bag in the middle as a barrier between him and Ilyas nodded.

"Yes, it's already."

"Let's go, Kang!" One of Ilyas' friends in the car called out. They also continued their journey to the workshop to repair the leaking motorcycle tires.

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Arrive at the motor workshop directly down. And push it slowly to get more into the workshop to handle.

"Sorry, Kang..." Ilyas handed over fifty thousand dollars to the pickup driver.

"What's this?" The fat man laughed with both hands hiding in the back.

"Make the gas change" said Ilyas.

"No need, I happen to want to go home too. My house is still going there. So no need, the important thing is that the motor has arrived here."

"Oh, don't be Kang."

"No papa. Mango-mango, I continue the road again yes."

"But, Kang?" Ilyas was still trying to extend his money.

"No need to." The middle-aged man had already entered the steering cabin.

"Jeez–" he murmured. Qonni approached the father.

"Sir, thank you very much. And this is for the family." Qonni handed over a parcel containing a sponge cake pans which he received from his mother Neti as souvenirs for his family.

"Oh, thank you very much Neng." This time the man did not refuse. Both hands accepted happily.

"I am the one who thanked you. May your kindness be better returned."

"Aamiin, aamiin O Allah. Then I walk again, yes. For those of you who want to go home, be careful after this."

"Yes Kang!" They direct each other's palms to accompany the speed of the car. Ilyas glanced at Qonni who was smiling briefly before moving away from him and the rest of the friends.

Because I don't want the same thing to happen again. They agreed to accompany Qonni until the motorbike was finished in the patch, then drove the woman to a safer area and closer than where Qonni lived.

Qonni stopped the motor. He thanked Ilyas and friends before returning to continue the journey in different directions with the five bikes.

"Yes, is he really Ente's candidate?" Ask a friend who when leaving to piggyback on Ilyas and now be a piggyback on other friends.

The man also smiled faintly. "If Allah be meridhoi. I want that."

"waduh, rowdy?"

"Don't wonder. This is a real man, all this time passive but secretly has a soulmate who he is fighting behind, through the path of the sky," every last one of them while patting the shoulder of Ilyas who only smiles himself.

"So, really?"

"The prayers of the crowd will be answered, right? Then pray that I can be with him, but I must be sincere. Especially the Magrib Adhan. Prayer will have tojab." Ilyas responded, encouraging those who seemed to bewitched together to raise both hands.

"Damaiiiiin!" They concurrently guarantee the ending with laughter.

"These abbuses we refer to the house of Ustadz Ilyas." Temptation of A.

"Rubber, Anne requests the menu jengkolnya in manyin ya..." B responded.

"Javanese where there is a jengkol menu in the buffet. You sometimes, Ente.!" One of them is among them.

"Makanya Anne request. Haha..."

"Juragan jengkol aja still begging jengkol in the conjecture. Bad, maneh mah!" A man with a thin beard next to the Ilyas motorbike.

"Ye, nice pan that's chatty."

"A lot of it, Yas. Haha..."

Ilyas bobble their heads, whatever they want to joke to what extent. Hopefully, that joke can be real. He could really question Ayudia, and he could actually be a father to Nisa, Aaron's biological daughter.