Seikhlas Clouds Accompany Rain

Ayudia's Answer

Two days earlier...

Aina whined because her father never let go of Nisa from her sling. That afternoon, Safa, Afin, and Aina visited Ulum's father's residence. Routine agenda every week, they should take the time to visit the homes of Afin and Safa parents alternately.

Seemed upset child mere puppet Arifin and Safa when the father has not yet handed Nisa to Umminya. He himself also wanted to play with him.

Jealousy that often appears, considering that the Father really looks affectionate on the Child who has been orphaned from before birth. It triggers a sense of wanting to get more attention every time Baba Afin intends well, so that the child feels the figure of a father even though not every day he visits to pour out love.

"Baba, Aina wants to carry. Aina wanted to be fat.." her whining was relentless to make Safa intervene to reach her nephew, before her daughter became more and more when her wishes were not followed.

"Aina don't do that, huh? Nisa is Aina's sister too," she said gently as she reached out. But like not wanting to release Arifin, Nisa continued to turn her face when she wanted to carry Safa through the right or left side.

"But this Babanya Aina–"

"Yes, Umma knows. Every day, Baba plays with you. Nisa's only for a minute, right? Come istighfar. Because Aina was much luckier, Baba was still in the world. While Nisa? Aaron's not around, so don't be like this, baby?"

Safa crouched down in front of her daughter, trying to ask for understanding. Understand, young children do not really understand the condition that actually occurs.

"But I want to be with Baba" the boy's legs started to snap, still asking his father to pay attention to him. "Propa let's go home. Go Baba! Baba, don't be with Nisa!"

Arifin chuckled, one hand rubbing her daughter's head. From the balcony of the room, Qonni who heard that became pensive. Women who are conducting online meetings with some fellow teachers so not so focused on doing their work. This is not wrong, Aina. The boy is still innocent. Because, let alone Aina. He himself still likes to be jealous when there is a situation where Dad is paying more attention to Safa.

"Let's let Baba carry it all away." Afin took the middle road as usual. "Both are beloved, really."

"Don't, Bang. Difficult loh. Afraid one of them falls." Safa held back her husband's intentions.

"No papa. Do you think I'm not strong carrying two kids? All of you on this back, I'm capable, too." Not according to the man even teased his wife.

"Prophe." Safa glared at him, causing a small rash on Arifin's lips. The man carried Aina in his right hand, while Nisa in his left.

"Bismilahbornrahmanirrahim..." After crouching down to lift Aina's body, the man got up. "MashaAllah, simulating having two children. You see, I can do it, right?"

"MashaAllah... latian, yes, Bang?" Safa responded with a smile, agreeing.

Sweet jokes that cause laughter from the couple, of course, also heard up. So that raises the feeling of envy in women who are still facing the laptop, while the sweet lips smile.

Her sister was lucky. Because her husband is still a member. So that Aina could still feel the affection of a Father. While she and Nisa?

Inwardly, Qonni was privileged. He cannot be envious. As Mr. Irsyad said, everyone has their own level of happiness and testing. As at this time, he was given a favor that not everyone was able to live it. It could be, he was chosen because God's love was so great for him. The other covered head of the black hijab was a mangosteen, with a smile he calmed his own soul.

"Well the meeting from this afternoon we close..." Qonni gasped when he heard the Headmaster start reciting the closing prayer.

The woman refocused on her online meeting until a few minutes passed. He closed the laptop in front of him.

"Alhamdulillah..." Qonni removed the earphones attached to the ear. After cleaning, his work equipment. He also rose to approach people who were still cool chatting below. More precisely, take Nisa. Given the twilight sky has increasingly turned orange. Magrib's sign is coming.

Qonni who had reached the doorstep hurriedly.

"Sorry, Brother, Mother. I'm late, huh?" Qonni came to the couple's husband and wife.

"No, really. Are you finished?" Arifin asked his sister-in-law.

"Udah, Brother. Here Nisa let me be with me." Both Qonni's hands stretched out, clenching Nisa's armpits carefully. Just a little bit of the tiny body lifted up, her little princess was already crying.

"He'll be the same, Dek." Safa rubbed Aina's hand after moving into Qonni's arms. After that kiss with affection.

"Not really, really, Deck." Arif responded, looking with a sense of unbearability. Because Nisa's two hands are still outstretched to her.

Different Aina who was even stronger wrapped around her father's neck, as if forbidding the Father to carry Nisa again.

Qonniah smiled faintly at the funny behavior of his nephew who was always jealous if Baba Arif paid too much attention to Nisa. And it is natural anyway, especially his little princess if it is already with Afin, never want to be carried by anyone again including his mother. As it is now.

"I go in first, Ma'am. I want Magrib, here."

"Yes, Deck. We go in together" Safa asked as she stepped in with Qonni and Nisa side by side. While Arifin and Aina were still outside for a while.

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After Isya the simple family gathered to eat dinner. Qonni did not come, because he had to accompany the child to sleep in the room. Incidentally, he had eaten first after the Maghrib prayer.

Tok...

Safa came in after knocking on the door twice. The hijab-wearing woman approached Qonniah who was watching the drama from a laptop screen perched on a nightstand.

"Sleeping?" Ask while closing the door.

"Yes, Ma'am," replied Qonni who was still cool to pay attention to the story.

"Dek, I was talking the same, Ma'am," he said slowly. While walking and sitting by his side.

"What's the matter, Ma'am?" Qonni could guess. Must be intent on setting himself up again. For days he was full of hearing his father's persuasion to want to marry again.

"You realize one thing, if Nisa really wants to have a father" he said. Try as much as possible not to offend.

Qonni sighed. "He's a baby, Ma'am. Don't understand anything like that."

"But the feeling of a child is strong."

"I don't want to be too early to interpret Nisa's close relationship with Father or Sister Arif because the child wants a father figure."

"Know. I'm sorry that you disagree with that." Both are silent, leaving the voice of conversation from the laptop screen when the artist is dialoguing according to the script.

"I follow you, Ma'am. If you want me to marry again. Just like anyone, whatever," he replied without looking.

"Dad?" Safa held her sister's hand. "Don't say if you have to."

Qonni. After that, I nodded, "I didn't have to. I've been thinking about that maturely. I must forget A' Aaron. Treating my wounds with a new heart. Is that your wish?"

Safa was stunned, saying this was actually a bit heavy. Because sometimes, good intentions will not always be accepted either by others.

Both Qonni's eyes condensed. His lips glanced at the smile. Meanwhile Safa's shady face exuded an aura of more affection and attention. Noticing the ripples of sadness in both irises of her sister's eyes. He tried to understand the contents of his sister's heart, which still had a great love for Aaron.

"I'm sincere, if you really want to match me with Mas Ilyas. As he always said."

"Dad, are you serious?" Safa held onto her youngest sister's face.

The woman nodded, "Wallahi, Safa. After all, that man had also greatly shown his efforts."

"MashaAllah..." Safa hurriedly hugged her sister's body. Both eyes are glistening. He hoped that Qonni would be happy, with whoever it was that would be his life companion. And replaced Aaron's figure in the remains of his life.