Seikhlas Clouds Accompany Rain

Nisa is sick

The study went on solemnly, and smoothly. The pilgrims one by one began to scatter home. There are some who are still there waiting until Kyai from Magelang was in his car to say goodbye.

"Son, don't forget. Tomorrow–" Ulum said before getting in the car. Sitting next to Ustadz Irsyad.

"inshaAllah, Mr. Ulum. Later I will be notified again Via Chat when the goods are already there."

Ulum smiled faintly and nodded in thanks. Now the door is closed. Irsyad said goodbye with the movement of his hands also on them as the car drove slowly.

"Thank God, it's a blessing to meet two role models today." Ilyas was grateful, his hand stroking his chest so happy. Then walked closer to the location with some of his other colleagues.

In another position. As the car continued to run at a moderate pace, Irsyad opened the chat.

"You look familiar?" irsyad asked Ulum who was sitting while stacking his hands on his lap.

"Who, Kyai?"

"You're the same one, what's his name? If Ilyas is Aaron's friend?"

"MashaAllah, Ustadz know, Son Ilyas is Aaron's friend?" his question was answered by nodding the head of the teacher next to him. "Yes, Kyai. Coincidentally the kid's pinter service electronic devices. Several times I use his services, including if you need laptop parts must be the same He. And I fit in to be a subscription."

"Oh, is that it? His son was diligent. He has the same rich aura you. Assiduous."

"Hehehe..." Ulum agreed that the boy was diligent, but like him was not as diligent as Ilyas anyway.

"Well, why don't you try to match your son?" tanyanya while looking at the road in front of a fairly solid. "InshaAllah, he's not a nice young man when I see."

"Actually, I've tried Kyai. In fact, the boy had also proposed to Qonniah."

"Then?" Irsyad is still focused on looking ahead.

"Kyai must know the answer..."

"Try again, offer your son that. This Abis must be no longer." Irsyad smiled to himself.

"Not anymore?" Be careful Ulum asked because indeed if talking to Irsyad must be a lot of puzzles.

"Well, the point is to wait. You should prepare to receive a new son-in-law after this."

"I'm sorry, Kyai, you mean?" Ulum pulled one eyebrow. While Irsyad himself did not answer while smiling thinly with lips berzikir without sound.

***

A new day is back...

After teaching and delivering some orders. Ilyas carried the speed of his motor to Babelan, accompanied by a tinge of orange that adorned the evening sky. Along with the swastamita who slowly moves to the western horizon.

With moderate speed, the man who always uses his minus glasses looks sparkling, even his heart continues to beat fast as the distance traveled closer to the destination location.

"Alhamdulillah." Turning off his motorbike, the young man uttered his hamdalah right in front of the gate.

Cklaafck... There was the sound of an open door, accompanied by a loud baby cry. The glasses boy was spontaneous.

Seen from her position, Ayudia came out of the house while holding her daughter who looked fussy. From her frown, while calming the woman tried to contact someone from the phone in hand.

Slowly, Ilyas got down from the top of the motor and walked closer to the iron gate of Ulum's house.

"Assynnya!" Ilyas cried greeting the woman who kept turning her head while lowering the phone attached to the ear.

"Wa–walaikumsalam." The woman walked a few steps. "Mas Ilyas here?"

Ilyas smiled faintly. "Yes, I'd like to send you an order."

"MashaAllah's. But, Dad is not home anymore" replied Qonni still trying to calm Nisa who was getting louder.

"Is that so?" The man switched focus on the baby in the Qonni crib. "Why is it, Yu?"

"My son has a fever from this morning. Now even to reach 39°. I'm afraid he's having a seizure, Mas. Now I'm trying to call a taxi online because I'm not home."

"Oh Allah.., can you order?"

Qonni. "I'm having trouble. Maybe because of panic."

"Yes, if so, I'm anterin. Ayok..," he asked without thinking.

"But, Mas?"

"No papa. Come on..., you want something taken no more, inside?"

"Yes, come on!" Ilyas, who saw the gate that was not locked, took the initiative to open it. "Sorry, I'm gonna open the gate, okay?"

"Please, Mom." Qonni rubbed Nisa's forehead which was still crying.

"Where's the key let me lock it." Ilyas raised his hand, and Qonni handed over the key to the house that became one with the lock of the fence.

Hurry the man towards the door to lock it after it comes back out, closes the gate and locks it with a padlock. After that Ilyas climbed his vehicle first.

"Yuk, Deck," he asked later. Qonni hesitantly looked at Ilyas' back, then turned to Nisa.

Do I have to be with him again? Inner Qonni.

Realizing the woman had not yet ascended, Ilyas turned his head back.

"Dec, how are you quiet? Come on!"

"I–iya, Mas."

"Just a second!" Ilyas, who realizes Anisa is not wearing a baby blanket, makes him rush down again and remove his jacket. "He must be covered, so as not to get worse."

With a frozen gaze, directed at the man who was enveloping Nisa's petite body with his jacket, making Qonni feel a little uncomfortable not to mention the sudden heart rhythm pounding.

"Oh my God.., so messy, son. Patience baby, after this we meet the doctor." Gently Ilyas' lips muttered.

Now Qonni just so can smell the scent of the man's body from the jacket that was also held after clinging perfectly wrapped Anisa's body.

"Yuk. We need to hurry to the hospital, "he took her back on her motorcycle. And Qonni himself according to, he sat in the back seat of the motorbike Ilyas drove. "Udah?"

"I–iya, Mas."

"All right, bismillah." The glasses boy started to start the engine. The motor drove, crashing into the road to the nearest hospital.

...

In the hospital...

Qonni was already in the IGD room, while Ilyas took the initiative to take care of the registration for Nisa. And when he was done he again approached Qonni, who of course kept his distance from the woman.

"Where?"

"The doctor said, my son has indications of DHF, Mas, and lack of fluids as well. Just now waiting to be taken blood samples so it's clearer."

"It's natural..." Ilyas' eyes were fixed on the toddler who began to calm down on the IGD bed. "Have you called, your father?"

"Udah.., but they went home first to take Nisa's clothes."

"Thank God then." There was a gust of relief on Ilyas' lips.

"Anu– Mas?"

"Yes?"

"That's, I forgot I didn't bring diapers for Nisa."

"That's yeah? I bought it first, huh?" Without waiting for the continuation of Ilyas immediately inspired.

"Wait, Mas. This is the money–"

"No, Dek. I have it."

"Can't do that..." Qonni should take his bag but Nisa again whines to make him stop and turn to his daughter.

"Are you going to buy something else besides diapers?" ask Ilyas.

"No, maybe mineral water."

"Well, I'm going to the store for a second."

"Mas but this is the money?"

"No, Dek, seriously." Ilyas hurriedly moved away from the bed curtain, heading for the exit to buy the item he needed. It caused a small gust on Qonniah's lips. The woman glanced at the baby in her cradle.

"His jacket is really fragrant. I couldn't smell my son because the smell of that man's body was so attached to this jacket." He wanted to let go of the jacket Ilyas was still wearing to cover Nisa. But the IGD room air-conditioned so that he did not do. Let him hold back for a moment, until his mother comes and brings a blanket for his daughter.