Seikhlas Clouds Accompany Rain

Come to the house

On the sidelines of the chatter that he thought was very contrasting with his heart. There was a whining sound, which made the woman rush up to approach Nisa.

However, his steps again stopped, when he saw his daughter was being carried in the chest of Ilyas. The muttering rang sholawat Prophet was heard softly from the lips of the young man. Nisa is back to sleep.

Bu Nyai came back closer, and stood behind his daughter-in-law's body with a smile later.

"You see for yourself, don't you?" his whispers tried to influence Qonniah.

He's not looking in front of Aaron anymore, is he? Inner Qonni actually doubted that the next split second made women with instant hijab was special.

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A few minutes passed, even Bu Aida and Mr. Ulum had come They chatted for a while. And then Ilyas went home...

"A rush?" Ulum seemed to hold the young man for longer.

"Yes, Sir. There's still business to do."

"Well, be careful on the road?"

"Yes, Sir. Then I say goodbye first. Miss Aida, Ayu... Assalamualaikum."

"Walaikumsalam warahmatullahi wa barokatuh," the three answered almost simultaneously.

Qonni sighed, he was relieved when the man came home. Because since then he's been really awkward in this room.

Just a few seconds after the man left the room, Qonni immediately remembered something. Hurriedly he walked to open the nightstand, after which he grabbed Ilyas' jacket.

I have to go back now, so if I open the nightstand, no smell of his body.

Qonni gushed his feet out, which was in response to the eyes of his father and mother.

Once outside, the woman looked for her already unseen figure. To make him directly approach the door to the stairs. And sure enough, he saw Ilyas coming down the stairs.

"Mas!" Call him to stop Ilyas's steps. The young man looked up and saw Qonni rush down the stairs to get to him.

It seemed, her eyes had been wrong. When did Ayudia call and come to him now? The man was stunned in his place. Presumed there is a ghost in the middle of broad daylight that resembles the figure of Ayudia Qonniah. Or maybe his mind is deceiving?

"Mas.." call her again when it's near.

"Eh, real," he murmured still half in disbelief. The woman also put her jacket on.

"Sorry, yeah. New behind. Almost another forgetfulness..."

"Huh?" Ilyas is still lagging. One eyebrow raised. But soon awakened. After that, accept it. "Jacket anyway? Haha.. kirain chases after the others."

Qonni smiled faintly. "Again thanks for the help yesterday, and thank you too. The doll's pretty."

"MashaAllah..." Ilyas turned his face slightly tilting the position of the body while wagging the body part that was suddenly hot cold. The man dragged his feet slowly up to the staircase.

The two resting hands were doing a back and forth movement on the shoulder, like a person who was in pull-up sports dispelling a nervous attack that suddenly struck.

May this hang me, O Allah. deg degan I fasten pol. - Her inner self does not care about her wi-bawawa that could collapse before Qonniah.

On the other hand, Qonni himself stared in astonishment at the man who suddenly stepped onto the staircase avoiding his gaze. Not to mention that strange move.

"Mas, what?" he asked spontaneously in wonder.

"Yes already. I went back to the ward."

"I–iya, Ayu... dhaaa? Uh ... sorry. Walaikumsalam.., Allah." Ilyas is getting the wrong way. "Assalamualaikum, Deck..."

The young man hurried down the stairs before further humiliating himself. Qonni himself immediately laughed without a sound while shaking his head. After that, he went back up the stairs, to the ward where Nisa was treated.

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A new Sunday has arrived...

According to Ulum's invitation to come, who returned in the affirmative through a short message last night the young man has now arrived in front of the fence of the house.

With the doubts that arise, because. Apparently at home he was a lot of people. Returning his steps as he was about to enter the gate, it seemed like this was not the right time. It could be that there is a family event in this house. But, if so, why was he called?

"Go home, it's not good if there's an event inside." Let him climb up again his vehicle, Ulum called from the doorway.

"Son Ilyas!" A slight shrieking sound rang out to make the man who was still wearing his helmet turn his head. "Sini–"

Ilyas' smile was timid, the young man stepped in and did not leave after the invitation was echoed for him.

"Assalamualaikum, sir." The bespectacled young man grabbed Ulum's hand to kiss him reverently.

"Walaikumsalam. Good thing I saw you, the rich are leaving again." Chuckles.

"Yes, Sir. In the rich there are guests. That's why I have the intention to go back again."

"Geez, these are just relatives, and my children."

"That's yeah? But, sorry.., by the way, until my feet stand here. I still don't understand why I was called. Is there anything I want to do, sir? I happen to have a complete tool. Because I don't know what to serve..." Innocently the young man laughed while scratching his non-itchy head.

Ulum chuckled, "this is you. If I call you a sign I want you to service electronics, what?"

"Once again, sir.." still grimly endured the awkwardness.

"Yes, it's not. I just want you to come as my guest. Coincidentally inside, being a get-together. Yuk, join..."

"Wow," Ilyas hesitated. He came because of an invitation. It still doesn't taste good.

"Come, in. Why are you quiet?"

"Thank you, sir. But I do not feel good if I gather gini tau-tau nimbrung. Remember I'm nobody."

"No papa, they're all humble people. So no need to worry. Come on in, come on..." Ulum allowed the young man with a little coercion, so inevitably Ilyas immediately removed his shoes carefully. Then say hello before passing two open doors. Kontan, his greeting was immediately welcomed warmly by the people who were there.

Ilyas, stunned for a moment after passing through the door saw the people who were there were familiar faces. Yes, the young man who was sitting with two twin boys who he knew was a date seller who used to come to Aaron. The other Selebgram has been vacuumed, the other is a role model. Ustadz Irsyad Fadillah's.

God is Karim... What kind of a society is this? Ayu family apparently all respected people. –Feels like a potato itself. The man did not even dare to step closer. If only there had been Doraemon's vanishing cloak. He wants to wear it now. But, in fact, all that he could not do. So as to make him stay in approaching the figure of a man who is cool holding a jar of egg nuts.

Seriate...

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#note Author's... Thank you friend Picisan Imut who is still willing to wait for the continuation of this story. Love You all's. So much's... 🥰😍