Seikhlas Clouds Accompany Rain

The Heart of Fatimah

This morning when Qonni had just arrived at the teacher's office. He was already shown an unusual sight of the girl sitting next to him. Fatimah, unlike ordinary days that always spread a smile. He now even looks grim, even from his two eyes that I see traces of the rest of the crying. What's with him?"

"Assalamualaikum" he said, sitting in his own chair.

"Walaikumsalam warahmatullah." Fatimah answered without looking. His eyes were fixed on the device in his hand. It seems like he is sending a long message to someone. Qonni let it go, then opened a printed book to re-learn the material he would discuss.

"Astaghfirullah al'azim–" he muttered as he placed the device on the table.

"Mother Fatimah, sorry..." Qonni scolded carefully. The woman turned her head, which accidentally fell a tear. Which hastily removed her.

"Yes, Ms Ayu?"

"Are you all right?" tanyanya's worried. While the woman tried to smile while nodding.

As for Qonni, he was silent again while returning a smile that meant sadness with a smile as well. It's nothing, he just doesn't want to be considered pretentious to care so the woman chooses to focus on the book on the table again.

Twenty minutes into the walk, the doorbell rang. As usual, the response of the teachers when hearing the bell varied. Some are springing up while carrying books and laptop bags. Some are still relaxed, even those who are not present are also there. Every teacher is the same as a student. There are also some who are relaxed discipline, depending on each person.

Unlike those who were ready, Fatimah still held on to her seat. Because in this first hour, the schedule is empty. He will be teaching in the eleventh grade at the second hour. It is fitting that the woman next to Qonni is still flinching with her hands holding a small mushaf.

Qonni glanced at it for a moment. Perhaps the girl was in trouble, thank God she could reduce her sadness with the Qur'an. And if at a glance, he remembered his older sister who was almost the same overall. Love to use Syar'i, love to read the Qur'an in every time there is free time, one more if talking smooth speech.

Without reprimanding again, the woman breezed away to carry out her duties as a teacher.

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In the stillness of the teacher room which contained only one, two people only. The woman in her service uniform continued to recite verse by verse the mushaf she held without making a sound.

Vaguely, the memory of the conversation between himself and the father this morning at the dinner table again flashed.

Flashback...

"Sir-Budi it comes with his son and wife, there is actually a need for you."

"What needs, Dad?" Ask Fatimah, who doesn't really care.

Sofian and his wife looked at each other for a moment. And slowly the middle-aged man with a slightly thick moustache above his lips spoke again.

"His daughter asked to find a mate, Fat."

"Continue?" The girl stuffed a mouthful of fried rice into her mouth.

"Yes, I think he's just as rich as you are. Who also wants to find a soul mate." When those words were thrown out. Fatimah's mouth stopped chewing. "So rather than waiting who until now has not come also proposed? I'd better just accept the proposal for you."

Hearing he continued, Fatimah suddenly had no appetite for food. His shady face immediately lowered, with both hands tightly grasping his spoon and fork.

Mother's hand touched the shoulder of her growing daughter, gently.

"No papa, Fat. You are the same Azar. He is a good son really, graduated from strata two at UGM, never went to Kudus as well. Same man as you."

The eyes of both Fatimah's fairies moved. Striking spiced rice grains, brownish in color due to sweet soy sauce.

"Well, that's right. Azar is also handsome. It might even be more handsome, and more established as well than the next-door neighbor." Mr. Sofian chimed in.

"It's not an established thing, nor is it handsome, Dad. This is a matter of the heart that has already chosen," replied Fatimah still with her head bowed, playing rice with a spoon in hand.

"Well, how are you? I asked him three times. In fact, the young man was just a yes. And to this day? The trunk of his nose hasn't come here yet, has he?"

Sofian himself was actually a little disappointed with Ilyas's unequivocal attitude between accepting or not. So it's like playing with his family who are waiting for the man to see for a good cause.

"But can't you wait anymore, Dad? If he's thinking about dowry how?" Ask The Wife.

"Dad that said, Mom. If we don't bother him about the dowry. What matters is that he intends to propose. He hasn't come yet, has he?"

"What's wrong try asking one more time, Dad." Be careful Fatimah spoke.

"Halaaaah! Don't be a beggar to someone like him. Men are better than Ilyas beyond that much, Fatimah. Azar..."

Fatimah who had no taste in eating her food immediately wrapped her spoon and fork. Then take a sip of mineral water.

"Aren't you eating?" Ask the Mother. The woman who had held the tears also slowly got up.

"Fatimah is full. Sorry, Mom." Before he passed, he did not forget to kiss the hands of his parents. And before he got to Dad, the man spoke again.

"Fatimah, be the girl who does not beg for the love of others. If he wanted to, he would have immediately agreed when Dad offered you. You should know, how did Dad feel when talking to the kid from the rice pecel seller? Dad's dropping your pride. All for your sake..." I'm still trying to talk to her daughter. But Fatimah just kept quiet while kissing the hand of the father.

"Fatimah go first, Dad, Mom. Assalamualaikum..."

"Getishalam." Both are at the same time. It looks like Mr. Sofian was a little upset to see the attitude of his daughter who looks annoyed with his decision.

Out...

The woman with the shar'i hijab opened the gate wider. So that the car he will drive can get out of his garage.

As usual, at this hour Ilyas usually has left. But the exception for today, he actually passed the glasses guy.

"Assalamualaik." The man who was riding his motorcycle greeted Fatimah as he passed in front of the large gate.

"Walaikumsalam warahmatullah–" he murmured, which Ilyas certainly did not hear. Because the young man had already passed him quite far.

One of his hands slowly moved up, touching his thumping chest. Along with the shedding of tears that since at the dining table was accommodated.

I want that guy. He's all I expected.., not anyone else. –gegas wipe the clear crystal that glides slowly to the cheek. The girl pressed the car unlock button, then walked slowly to her own car.

Flashback...

The girl stopped her reading, then took a beristighfar. It's true, it's not good to admire someone excessively. Not even once or twice, the woman to dream of her cool figure if in view.

Fatimah chose to re-read verse by verse which contained tranquility in the letter of Al Baqarah. Hoping, his heart would be much calmer after this. Because it will soon enter the second hour, he must also prepare with a good feeling so as not to interfere with the teaching process.

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# Hai-Hai. Again another novel. Yes, I finished a novel that was broken. Novel My Husband Doctor My Soul. Hahaha.., but I keep trying to update again. Slowly yes. Because my son also just entered SD so much PR I hehehe. Relax I do not intend to vent, just the story of the reason I often vent. Huhuhu. Thanks to those who are faithful.🥰😘