Seikhlas Clouds Accompany Rain

a trustworthy listener

Stirring the food on the plate with your bare hands. Mixing between rice, vegetables, and side dishes. Women in uniform kept on daydreaming. Thinking about his dream last night. Where in the dream he saw the figure of Aaron and the bespectacled man before him.

With great certainty, even if only a glance seems like it is really Ilyas. Back the shadow about Ilyas' hand receiving Aaron's white peci flashed.

Allah..., what does that mean? Just keep filling Qonni's head wallowing in the dream last night. He had thought that if it was just a sleeping flower, it could not be implied anything, right in it?

Taaaackd... The sound of a small plate placed on a glass table makes the Qonni daydream divorced.

"How come from earlier just mocked gini si, Nduk? Less like or what?"

"No, Mom." Qonni fixed his sitting position. "I was just daydreaming a little" he continued, before putting the first mouthful into his mouth.

"If again eat mbok, yes, do not while thinking that, to. Afraid later you, hunted lose appetite because the rice in the wine turned cold....., you were wondering what the hell?"

"It's nothing, ma'am. Just blanking."

Aida shook her head, the woman who was holding her granddaughter continued to shake her body, petting Anisa.

"Yo wes! Now spend. It's starting noon, you know."

Qonni did not answer anymore, other than trying to speed up the movement so after glancing at the watch in the hand.

Only Qonni is currently eating. While the father and mother had eaten first, when the young mother was breastfeeding.

"What time is it today?"

"Sore, Mom. You see there are exercises for inter-school jamboree preparation."

Bu Aida then walked out carrying Anisa who looked comfortable in her grandmother's arms.

***

Thirty minutes later the bell would ring, the math teacher who was still sitting on his motorcycle seat heaving a sigh of relief. Thankful that he arrived at school on time. His hands began to move, releasing the helmet on his head.

Not long after the arrival of Qonni, a car driven by Fatimah began to enter the parking lot. Where cars belonging to the staff of the teacher lined up.

Braaaaaaaaaaakkkk!

Qonni arched a smile, greeting the woman who had just closed the car door after coming down.

"Mom, Fat!" The unresponsible request. Because the woman immediately sauntered away without looking at the woman who has now stood on the side of her motorcycle.

Qonni lowered the hand that had been raised slightly to greet Fatimah, after which he sighed. Without thinking about it, Qonni immediately stepped into the school building.

After arriving at the office, Qonni immediately sat down. Greeting Fatimah again who was sitting with a sad expression, not much different from yesterday.

"Assalamualaikum," Qonni said as he sat down.

"Walaikumsalam warahmatullahi wa barokatuh, Bu Ayu." A thin smile curved across his thin lips. Fatimah looked not as cheerful as usual, it was what attracted Qonni to pay more attention to the young girl in front of him.

"Mother Fatimah is fine, right?"

"A little bit, Mom." Qonni pointed at the two girls' netra. "There's a trail of crying there."

"Really?" Hurriedly Fatimah took out a solid powder from inside the bag, then opened it just to reflect. "Yes, Allah– is still visible, yes?"

"It is not so clear, from the position of the disciples." Qonni gave a sentence that immediately won the heart of Fatimah.

He put the powder back in his bag, then shifted a bit of his sitting position to face the woman at his side.

"Can I talk to Ms Ayu?" Fatimah lowered her face, pinning both hands on her lap. "I'm having heart problems. However, it was puzzling to talk about this to whom."

Qonni smiled, he touched the hand on Fatimah's lap. "There is no best place to express your heart except to Allah SWT."

"I know, Ms. Ayu. I have also shed my tears on the prostration. But, as an ordinary human being, I also need someone to be a trustworthy listener. Before saying something stuck in my chest."

"Emang, Miss Fatimah believes in me?" ask Qonni carefully. The woman in front of him raised her head.

"Yes, Mom. I don't know why, among the many fellow teachers. Only Bu Ayu always wants to hear my every chatter. In fact, every time I experience incomprehension, Bu Ayu is also always willing to explain it back well."

"MashaAllah–" Qonni muttered.

"So how, would you like to listen to me tell a story?"

Qonni thought for a moment, then glanced towards the schedule. Swaying for a moment afterwards shifted his gaze back to Fatimah.

"Fifth hour we are both empty, during the first break we will immediately meet at the school mosque, huh?"

Both eyes of Fatimah sparkled, "MashaAllah, Bu Ayu seriously, want to listen to my complaints?"

"InshaAllah, Miss Fatimah."

Riiiiiii.... The sound of the school bell rang, the two returned to face each other after looking at the situation. They laugh.

"Thank you, Ms. Ayu. See you at the mosque, yeah."

The woman who had started to rise up nodded. Followed by Fatimah who are both eager to prepare before entering the class.

***

Elsewhere, Ilyas was seen hanging on the teacher's desk. Even though he is currently watching his students who are working on the evaluation of the chapter he has described.

Please, consider what I'm saying.

The curly-haired man took off his glasses. Then take a breath. In fact, seeing the cries of Fatimah who tried to hide it made him pity. But Ilyas is not the type of cuckoo man who can easily refuse women outright.

Tiiiiiiing a notification made him rush to put his glasses back on before removing the phone from his pants pocket. There was one chat message from a friend who asked for a reconfirmation from Ilyas. For his ability to help the tabligh event in one of the mosques.

Ilyas typed something to reply to an incoming chat message. He asserted of course by surrendering himself to the God who knows the future, and as well as the planters. Then put it back in your pocket.

I'd better hang out with the others. Than to keep going like this. Ilyas got up, started walking around the tables of the Focused disciples doing the thing.