Seikhlas Clouds Accompany Rain

ustadz Irsyad

At the same time, Qonni placed two cups of coffee on the table. One for Dad, the other for a guest from Magelang. You can guess who the guest is.

Yes, the wise-faced man is now in Jakarta. The number of jobs around Jabodetabek makes him have to visit the capital often. Not only that, tomorrow afternoon is also a schedule for health control. Although he should always be reminded by his sons, Ustadz Irsyad is not a parent who is difficult to remember about his health.

Irsyad smiled, his lips muttered as he looked at Qonni who was now starting to give off a positive aura, whereas before the nephew was like losing his identity since Aaron died. So make him grateful, when women who like dusty pink color it looks more radiant.

"At the drink, Pakde," said the woman in pink hijab after everything on the tray moved to the table.

"Alhamdulillah, the sustenance of silaturahmi. One of them yes this.., capital sits, coffee comes by itself." Seloroh Irsyad who is constantly inviting laughter from Ulum who is next to him.

"Pade came alone, why not Rumi and Debby's sister?" Ask Qonni.

"They had their own show at his Tantenya house. Pakde was also discharged from the house of Faqih and Nuha, usually. Look at the grandchildren."

Qonni mangosteen, his hands still at home hugging the round tray he used to bring treats.

The man in long-sleeved clothes grabbed his cup. Then he looked at Ulum with his hands against the cup.

"I didn't wait to be told, Ulum. So aboute."

"God, Allah. Monggo please in the show." Ulum chuckled amusedly while allowing the teacher and his brother-in-law to enjoy a simple treat that had just been served by his youngest child.

"MashaAllah, enjoy drinking gini." Irsyad glanced at Qonni who was about to step in. "Healthy, to, Nduk?" Ask later.

"Alhamdulillah, as Pakde saw," replied Qonni.

"MashaAllah, Alhamdulillah," murmured Irsyad. "Where's your son?" he asked with his eyes turned towards the door looking for Nisa.

"is you asleep, sirde?"

"Yes? What a pity, even though I want to meet Nisa."

"Pakde is less flattering anyway, his grandfather," kekehnya.

"God, Yo wes. Tomorrow don't play early anymore" he replied with a light laugh. Responded equally by two people who are Irsyad's interlocutors.

Qonni himself was still standing in the doorway, waiting for his Pakdenya to take another sip of his drink.

"Sit here, for a second, Nduk. Old man you do not talk to you," he said as he put the cup on the table. "No papa, right?" continued later.

Qonni nodded, and approached the sofa and sat down near his father.

"What can your son do, by the way?" Ask Irsyad.

"Udah can lie on his stomach and lift his buttocks, Pakde," he replied enthusiastically.

"Gee..."

"Now, the child is even again the same with me, or the same as the Arifin," said Ulum chimed.

"Yes, is it?" Irsyad responded with an enthusiastic expression.

"Yes, Pakde. New diem."

"Funny, huh?" Irsyad mangosteen while chuckling.

For a moment, his gaze turned to the family photo taken at the wedding of Qonni and Aaron.

Qonni flinched when he heard the words at the end. There was nothing wrong, only that he remembered Aaron. In fact, Nisa no longer has a father.

"Mother?" call slowly.

"Yes, Pakde?"

The wise man before him changed his seat slightly to face Qonni.

"Have you not thought about finding a new companion?" he asked carefully who immediately made Qonni again pensive. "Nisa's getting bigger, you know. Do you want to find a father figure for him? If it was big it would be different."

Again Qonni was just silent, in addition to glancing at the father who was also silent, then returned to Irsyad.

"You girls, Nduk. Still young, still beautiful. You better find a soul mate immediately. Or will your boss or your dad be the one looking for it?" And in the interlude of laughter. As for the woman on Ulum's side just smiling politely.

"Son, what Pakde said was true. Let what? Let you go anywhere not alone." Ulum chimed in while sticking his fingers slowly over Qonni's shoulders.

"But?" The woman raised her face a little. "Can't it be, if I choose to be faithful for life even though my husband is dead?"

Irsyad who was still smiling nodded once. "Yo, it's not wrong."

"Alhamdulillah" muttered Qonni softly with a smile.

"But, can you guarantee you can avoid your slander as a widow?" the question that came back made Qonni mute. "You think, after someone dies he will be furious when he knows his wife or husband who is still alive married to someone else then hold a grudge while waiting for us who are still alive?"

The woman with slightly thick eyebrows was still bowed listening.

"They don't have time to think about it. Because what? In addition to the natural life of barzah make the person who has died busy with his own fate. All the passions when the soul leaves the body will also disappear. No more desire to eat, no desire to poop, no desire to have sex, sleepy, let alone jealous. All of that is dead, Nduk. Lived on earth. The problem is that we who still live in this world, how to live their survival?"

Although she was silent, Qonni listened. And take it to the heart.

"This is not a matter of people near you not to be bothered. However, more to the slander of a truly great woman. You must marry again, so that your worship is much more perfect. Because it's from your partner, you can get heaven."

Both of the women's eyes began to condense. As the heart continued to roar the name of Aaron. Until the ripples of waves of any size pound the engraved name, unable to remove it even if only disguised.

"You can digest your Pakde words with a clear mind, right, son?" Ulum returned cautiously. "We know you still love Aaron. It is not easy for you to have a new companion, while the previous one still leaves roots in it. However, marrying you again after he passed away does not mean that you have betrayed Aaron's love."

Teees... A rush of tears across the street. Qonni nodded twice. Not an agreement to marry again. He was just trying to understand and accept the words of Ustadz Irsyad.

"Don't you take the example of your own aging Pakdemu like this, Nduk. Surely Pakde also proposed to a woman, after the departure of Bude Rahma. However, in fact, we still do not want to mate how else?" The man again chuckled in order to break the atmosphere that suddenly returned gray.

"But, to be honest, Qonni was afraid of not being able to match A' Aaron again in the afterlife. That's my hope."

Irsyad exhaled softly. "You can still be together again if you are both in heaven. And when you remarry and the two men who are your companions in the world both pray, equally enter the Heaven of God. You have the right to choose one of them. Relax, you won't have any trouble later. Therefore, the Prophet Muhammad told Umm Salamah when he was hesitant, to marry Rosulullah again after the departure of her husband who was a friend of Rosulullah Saw."

Hearing that, the mind of this pink-hijab woman began to open. The shadow of his dream the other day crossed again. About the peci he handed over to other men. She interpreted it herself, could it be that her husband also wanted her to marry again? But when considering the man who received the white peci was Ilyas. Qonni tried to shake him off.

"Now you should just follow your life, Nduk. Don't just because you think about who has gone, you kill your heart which still has the right to bloom. But that doesn't mean you have to rush. Slowly open those who have left, then open your heart back slowly for others who are guided by God."

Qonni smiled faintly. "Yes, Pakde. Qonni will consider the words of the good Pakde. Thank you." Thank you."

"I'm sorry, Cah Ayu. It's making you cry again."

"No papa, Kok." The woman tried to snigger. His slightly open heart began to be relieved, and according to what he said. After this, he may try to open his heart and really give Aaron for his new love.

I'm sorry A'. Even though later, I was with the others. But my name will be echoed in my prayers. You remain, my beloved in eternity a memory that will never die like your body.