Seikhlas Clouds Accompany Rain

Invitation to the house

Outside, the twilight kinara is getting reddened, the swastamita has also passed to the place of the contest. Replacing twilight shade to gray.

The man who was still carrying the backpack on his back walked quickly. Enter the Emergency Room Installation, and slow down as he gets closer to Nisa's bed.

"Assalamualaik." His voice softly reprimanded the woman who was scrolling the flat screen of his gawai.

Along with one large plastic bag, bearing one of the names of a mini market that has branches everywhere, Ilyas has returned.

"Walaikumsalam warahmatullah." Qonni placed his phone on the nightstand, rushing closer to receive the package that was outstretched for him. "Thank you, yeah, Mom. I'm sorry, I'm taking nicotine, Mas Ilyas."

"No, really, Yu. I don't feel repotinated at all."

Qonni just smiled, flipping over to put the bag filled with shopping. He picked up the wallet that was in the bag.

The confused Ilyas wanted to do what after this, decided to remain standing in front of the open curtain.

Wanting to go in to touch the sick little princess, it was heartless while Qonniah was still in the middle crouching open the nightstand door in front.

Highlight his eyes continued to be directed at Nisa who had regained her calm with a jacket that was still wrapping her tiny body. The man smiled happily because Qonni did not get rid of him, then returned to hide the smile as the woman in front got up and turned over.

"Mas, can I see the receipt?" ask Qonni after saving the package earlier.

"Emmm, sorry Yu. Habit of shopping abis, I throw the receipt directly in the trash can near the door of the mini market."

"How much in total?"

"Not much, really. Just relax." Ilyas chuckled while pressing the middle of his Frame glasses.

"Don't do it, Mum. His name I asked for help, had to, dong, I changed. A minute, huh?" Qonni kept putting money out of his wallet. After that point it was on Ilyas. "This is enough, isn't it?"

Ilyas' gaze was fixed on the one hundred and fifty thousand rupiah worth of money. He also slowly refused it directly.

"Sir, wallahi. I don't want to be changed, I take this for Nisa. So don't you?"

"No, Mas. I can't take this from you, can I?" Qonni's words hang when he realizes his words will offend the man before him, causing him to stop to continue.

And as he understood, the man before Qonni smiled casually. Then push the money plan that is offered.

"I'm iklhas, Ayu. I'm giving this to Nisa, even though I'm nobody."

"I'm sorry, I must have offended you, Mom."

"Hahaha, no. Really..." His soft and smooth voice closed this conversation about money. "Udah Adhan. I'll go to the mosque first."

"Yes, Mas" replied Qonni briefly. Qonni who was still holding onto his money could only sigh. "Why the hell, lately I've been in debt to him?"

Back he put the origin of the money into the wallet before returning to sit on the side of the bed wiping his daughter's forehead.

...

A few minutes later, Mom and Dad arrived. Approaching their surviving children and grandchildren in the IGD room, waiting for the preparation of the hospital room that has been ordered.

"You're here with that young man? what's your usual computer service?" Aida asked, as she was already living in three with Qonni and her grandson, while Father hurried to the Mosque following Ilyas.

"Yes, Mom."

"Well, how can you?" aida asked again while frowning her forehead.

"It just so happens, Mas Ilyas again berganterin order Dad," he replied as it is.

Ms. Aida did not respond anymore, her gaze focused on the grandson who was only covered with a jacket.

"This, whose jacket? Why is Nisa covered in a jacket?"

"This is Mas Ilyas' jacket. On the way here, Mas Ilyas gave up his jacket to cover Nisa. Because it's fitting to walk, he didn't put my son in a baby blanket."

"Astaghfirullah al'azim. Mbok, don't go here, Nduk. The child wants to be taken to the hospital instead of carrying a blanket," he chatted while slowly removing the jacket Ilyas from Nisa's body.

"The name's panicking too, Mom. Qonni had no thoughts about riding the bike earlier," he argued while watching.

"Yes, even if you get in the car, you should bring a blanket. Your son can't catch the wind!" it is a matter that is not too responded to.

Not finished releasing, Nisa again whining one hand gripped accidentally on the sleeve of the jacket.

Slowly releasing the tiny fingers that grasped firmly while his cries broke again.

Aida again enveloped the tiny body with the jacket earlier, and surprisingly the baby just returned to calm. The two looked at each other, before returning to do the same. Anisa cried and when she came back in the blanket she stopped crying.

"Halach.. iki, Nduk?" decak was a middle-aged woman next to Qonniah who then broke a small patch on her daughter's lips. "No need to be taken off, okay?"

"Try it again, Mom. His hands were once on the loose," proposed Qonniah who he obeyed.

Aida releases one by one Nisa's fingers. The boy was calm, but when his jacket was pulled slowly he returned to crying so hard that Aida returned his position. Again, the boy fell silent.

"Allahu Rabbi.., really do not want to be released."

"What do you think, Mom? Later Kasian Mas Ilyas too, home only wear a long-sleeved shirt."

"Wes.., we'll try again. Your son hasn't slept well."

"Yes, Mom. Could be..." Both are silent. And decided to override it again with a baby blanket.

***

After the prayer, Ulum immediately approached the man who was putting socks on the steps of the sacred boundary. And sat next to the young man in glasses.

"Eh, Mr Ulum?" Hurriedly grabbed his hand and kissed the back of his hand.

"I'm sorry, so take care of you," he said, feeling bad.

"Oh Allah, no sir. Absolutely no nicotine, it's just a coincidence."

"Nothing happens to be a coincidence in this world, son Ilyas. Everything has been outlined. You are always present, in unexpected moments. In fact, I have also heard the story of Qonniah who experienced problems during the incident in Bogor, then helped you..."

Ilyas, downcast. Both cheeks meet, when Mr. Ulum can pay attention to it to such detail.

"You, so take my order?" tanyanya. With a wave, the young man was immediately realized with the purpose of coming here.

"Alhamdulillah, Bring it, Sir. It's..." The young man hastened to open the zipper of his bag, taking out the goods ordered by Mr. Ulum. "This, Sir. Alhamdulillah, after the muters finally found the brand that you want. This is already starting to be rare because of the factory itself is not production."

"MashaAllah..." Ulum accepted it with pleasure to look around for a while and then refocused on Ilyas who looked sparkling. "How much is this?"

"As I said on the phone, sir," he replied casually.

"Aren't you a hitchhiker?"

"Alaaah, no need. Who is rich?" Chuckles.

The young man is now back in focus on tying his shoelaces. While Ulum himself took the wallet out of his pants pocket then pulled some sheets from inside the wallet.

"Here, take his change," he said.

"Eh, this is most of it, sir."

"No papa. Take it." Take it." I pushed the money.

"Sir, I really don't want to take big profits, so..."

"Udah, no. Save it, consider it an additional sustenance for you.

"MashaAllah, thank you very much Sir. May he continue to be cheered on."

"Aamiin," replied Ulum, raising both hands. "Oh, Iy, next Saturday you have a pickle?"

"Emmm, Saturday. inshaAllah is empty, Mr. Ulum."

"Then, next week you'll stop by the house. There's something I want to talk about."

"Talk?" Ilyas frowned. "What's the matter, sir?"

"Just come anyway." The man got up. "Remember ya. Don't let it come, you'll regret it."

Still in a confused position, Ilyas has not budged. But he hopes this is not something that will make him far from the family of Mr. Ulum. Or maybe, there are other electronic items that he will service?

Maybe Mr Ulum would like to invite him to service laptop too? His mind guessed, the man moved. Before going home he had to say goodbye to Bu Aida and Qonni.