Seikhlas Clouds Accompany Rain

Outpouring

Ilyas took his slow steps towards a simple residence. One-story house that is not so big, but quite neatly arranged even though only in the habitation of three men.

His sluggish body he threw onto the living room sofa, the man massaged his forehead. Thinking about the answer made him feel bad for an authoritative man who had been very good to him.

"Just come home, Mom?" Ibn came out with a slightly shaggy hair he fluttered back.

The man sitting on the sofa did not answer, his head was still dizzy thinking about his relationship with Mr. Sofian's family after this.

In his heart, Ibnu thought, is his brother being overwritten by a complicated problem? Is it possible, that thug threatened him again?

"Mass?" Ibn asked again.

"Yes, Nu." Ilyas replied after breathing heavily. While his right hand releases the peci to fan themselves.

"What's wrong? Are you confused again?"

"No idea. Ilyas just doesn't feel good anymore."

"Not so good why?" Ibn rose while lifting up a little of his sheath, then moved next to Ilyas.

"It's just that the feeling isn't good anymore."

"Surely about Mas Juple?" Guess it.

"Not-not. The problem is completely finished. It's another matter, Nu."

"Motor issues?" The question is getting curious. Ilyas himself shook his head.

"On Fatimah and her family" he replied.

"Mbak Fatimah? What's up?"

Ilyas exhaled again. His chest still felt tight, because he felt bad for his nearest neighbor.

"You know, all this time Mr. Sofian asked, Mas, to bed her son."

"Well! Seriously?" ask Ibnu who even widened his smile. "Continuously? Mas, accept?"

"No, Nu," she softly bowed to the knit peci in hand.

"Cock, no?"

The glasses guy glanced. "There is no sense of the same Fatimah."

"Well, how do you say that? his name also does not know more deeply, Mas. Love will come after Mas lives under one roof with him. Why not try it on the street?"

"What are you doing, Nu. Married 'don't you try?"

"not trying. I mean, Mas Ilyas accepted while trying to love Him."

Ilyas sighed, if everything was that simple he might have answered yes to Fatimah. In fact, this heart is for Ayudia and Nisa. How else would you like?

"I'm sure, anyway. It's not that there's no taste, but rather? Mas Ilyas must be confused about the dowry. Aye, right?" guess Ibnu who only got an eye glancing response. "Does Mr. Sofian's family ask for a large nominal dowry, Mas?"

"No, Nu. Even Mas Ilyas is not obliged to go out of funds even if he really married Fatimah."

"Well, that's good. Mr. Sofian's family is really, really good, Mas."

"You think that?"

"Yes, lah... When a father offers his daughter. Plus, do not burden the male side with a large dowry. Isn't that my sustenance? Rarely is anyone rich..."

Ilyas sighed while moving. Then walk slowly to the doorway. Highlight his eyes look I see the road that is still passed by the vehicle, both two wheels or four wheels.

The glasses guy was still shaking. Thinking, how to describe his heart. Not out of gratitude, or maybe too much choice. The reason, the name of Ayudia Qonniah has been moored first. Another story if it really is still empty. Or perhaps, if Aaron had still existed he might not have thought twice about marrying Fatimah. Again, it is not the case that He is beautiful and the son of a rich man, but the girl is indeed fit to be made the first madrassa for her children later.

"The balloon, huh, Mas? He's the only son of the richest man in this village. Try...? Why think again." added Ibnu who had not finished speaking. Ilyas also shook his head while tightening his glasses.

"Nu... Nu.... Having a wife from a rich family is not easy. After all, men can't be too dependent on women."

"But, right? They offered."

"Yes, but according to Mas. Rich is unethical. Married, but Mas just sit down to make a move. Anyway, it is precisely Mas Ilyas horrified that nothing has been given a big capital."

"Kaya, anyway. For the size of Mr. Sofian will not be possible to bring up. Especially Ms. Janah. No tuh, the image of the gibahin mantu..."

Hearing that Ilyas only smiled faintly. It is not su'udzon, but fear if it is too dependent. Moreover, they are both ordinary humans who are inseparable from the khilaf.

"After all, if Mas wants to use his own capital. Just ask for time for a napkin, what's the trouble, anyway?"

"Maybe you can, Nu. The problem isn't just the wedding fund."

"Continue?" Ibn raised one eyebrow.

"Where, yeah, how about it?" Ilyas scratched his own head.

"Udah by the way, Mas. Samaek himself used it closed," Ibnu fishing rod.

"It's all because of another heart that Mas Ilyas struggles with, Nu."

Ilyas finally said the exact reason why he rejected Fatimah. Now there is Ibnu who is silent. If it's that business, it'll be another story. The man who was still leaning on the frame of the door again sighed.

"For many years I have been heartwarming for this woman. She was still a girl, then married her own friend. And now, she's a widow with one child."

Hearing that, Ibnu seemed to suspect which friend was married and left one child and his wife in the world.

"The feeling of Mas Ilyas has not changed, Nu. And it's getting stronger, because of the child that has made Mas fall in love to think of him as a child."

"What, this woman is A' Aaron's wife?" Ask Ibn. The bespectacled man turned towards the young man who was still seriously listening to his brother's statement. And nodded slowly.

"It's incriminating me to question Fatimah, Nu. Mas, really wanted to make her a wife, because Mas also really wanted to be close to his son. You know for yourself, right?who was the orphan before birth? I just want to, pour out all my affection as a father for him."

"But this is destiny, is it? Mas can't keep assuming that A' Aaron died because of Mas Ilyas."

"Yes, I know, Nu. Hence, Mas was at a loss as to how to describe this unnatural feeling. Because I don't understand it myself either. In essence, despite this guilt, Mas can't lie that Mas really wants the woman to be made a wife."

Ibn scratching his head. This time he understood why the religious figure in front of him had not been married until now. Apparently because of the woman in his heart.

"And when asked to propose to Fatimah, Mas mikir...., what if love does not come? and conversely, during the process of growing this love, it was stained with the contents of my head that was still full of other names. What will be dzolim?"

"Yes, too..." Ibnu. "Yes, if I say I mending Mas istikharah first."

"Oh, I did it many times."

"Well, what can you answer?"

"Sammar..."

"Laaah?"

"There are two dreams coming. One, I dreamt Fatimah was present but in a position of turning her back. The second dream is the figure of Fatimah who I was approaching, but actually away from me. That's the reason, why finally Mas steady not to choose it."

Ibn sighed, maybe they were not matchmakers. Yeah, how else. No one can impose a will if destiny is written down.