Seikhlas Clouds Accompany Rain

Destiny buried the mass

Back in the time where this bespectacled young man was sitting in the middle of a man who made him very awkward.

"Open his hands." Irsyad nudged Ilyas' arm, which hurriedly made the young man raise his hand. Until one handful of egg nuts landed there.

Lah... Confused by that much beans.

"At the meal, this is Mr. Ulum who made his own. If anyone is scorching. The omen of Mr. Ulum made him lovingly. Because of his love in view of the continued tuh beans that are again fried until forgetting to lift."

Ulum laughed at the words that seemed to contain ridicule. Because it is true, some eggs are scorched. And somehow, actually he has saved it not to serve. It was suddenly in the hands of his brother-in-law.

"Thank you, Kyai." Ilyas nodded politely while tasting a sweet snack mixed with savory peanuts made by Ulum, he said. Either true or not, but he believes it because the shape is not the same. There are big ones, there are small ones too.

"Don't look at the size of it, Mr. Ulum made it according to mood. If the big one means the initial artificial still there is a sense of intention, if the thin means already at the end. I'm tired of his old back, the result is a lumpy bean."

"Allahu Akbar, Kyai..." Ulum laughed again while shaking his head.

Of course, Ustadz Irsyad brings the atmosphere of the living room to be warmer. And that can be felt by Ilyas himself. Which became more relaxed, with laughter responding to every conversation that was presented to him from these people.

"Son, I thank you very much. You really want to come," said Ulum sparkling.

The glasses boy nodded as he lowered the glass filled with sweet tea.

"Together, Mr. Ulum. Actually, I am the one who is grateful. For sitting, in the midst of the Shalehites. At least I became more knowledgeable," he said, too happy. Because for almost an hour. From their chat today was like producing a booster, which made his faith suddenly rise.

"Alhamdulillah then, but before I want to ask about?" Ulum turned to Ustadz Irsyad who seemed to nod once. Ulum again shifted his gaze to Ilyas. "What was your intention at the time. Is it still happening?"

"My Bodies?" Ilyas's forehead is wrinkled. He tries to remember. All he didn't forget was one, wanting to marry Qonniah. But that time?

"Father knows it's too late. You might have another soul mate, huh?" He answered the head quickly.

"No, Sir. Not yet.., yet I have no soul mate, "the answer is spontaneous. God, may my feeling be real. May my prayers be answered today.

"MashaAllah, thank God that's it. I hope you can really be a match."

"Eh..." Ilyas shifted a little closer. "Ma–means, sir?"

Ulum's smile is perfect. "If you're ready, will you? I married you to my son. Ayudia Qonniah, next month?"

The glasses young man's mouth opened immediately. The whole body felt frozen, time seemed to stop.

"Son?" Call Ulum who seems to have no response other than the young man.

"If you don't answer quickly, then the inside changes his mind..." Irsyad patted Ilyas's bent knee until the man regained consciousness.

"Allahu Akbar!" he murmured with disbelief. "B–Bapak... Mr se–rius?"

"When have I ever been serious about you?" his question already contained the answer of Ilyas's doubt about His words just now.

"Oh God..." Ilyas took off his glasses. Wiping tears that suddenly shed.

The young man grabbed Ulum's hand before kissing him back and forth. Afterwards I remembered one thing.

"Then, what should I love to propose to her today?"

"What did you bring today?"

"I really didn't bring anything, sir. Besides?"

O God, what will I give to Ayudia?

Still trying to find. Until his hand touched a small package. A new electric solder he bought. The young man took it out slowly with hesitation.

Irsyad smiled at that. "Then Ali bin Abi Talib was asked by Rosulullah. When he was called to propose to his daughter. And Ali simply replied, He only has armor for war. And Rosulullah Saw accepted that... Then what about you Ulum? If your prospective daughter-in-law could only love that?"

Ustadz Irsyad's question made the atmosphere of the room quiet. The men in the living room were also quietly waiting for Ulum's answer. Unlike Ilyas who immediately reinserted the tool.

"Sir. Let me buy a ring for Ayu. And S–I'll come again tomorrow."

Ulum's hand restrained the young man. Then shake while smiling warmly.

"With this enough, I will hand over my children and grandchildren to you. Just so you promise to try to be a responsible man. Who will never betray your Pledge later."

"MashaAllah... I'm sorry, can I hug you?"

"Please." Ulum spread out his hands to receive Ilyas who directly scattered to him. "Ppromise Allah, for Allah will see your life after this. How do you treat my daughter and grandchildren."

"InshaAllah, Mr. inshaAllah. I will try to make Ayu and Nisa as happy as I can." Ilyas. His two eyes were still flooded with tears, while trembling lips were chanting incessantly.

In the other room, Ayudia could not afford to listen to the conversation outside. He got up and walked quickly up the stairs. Leave the women who accompanied him. Not even Nisa herself ignored him.

The eyes of Noah, Safa, Bu Aida, and Bu Nyai Nur who happened to be present also glazed over. Letting the woman calm her heart after this impromptu proposal was received.

While closing the room door, Ayu sobbed. His body slumped down hugging his knees. Aaron's smile crossed his mind.

"Aa, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to betray you. I didn't mean to, Aa..."

His body shook violently from the crying. The sound of the marriage contract raised by Aaron five years ago was ringing. Even the first kiss on her lips on their first night was still warm.

"Hiks..." Qonni squeezed the hijab. A sense of tightness cramped the soul cold and empty. He wasn't sure he could really obey Ilyas. The man she did not love at all.

On the doorstep, Safa stopped her intention of knocking on the door when she heard her sister's cry from inside the room completely slashing her heart.

"I love you A', why did Aa leave first. So I have to marry him again."

Outside, Safa shut her mouth. Distighfar with tears also glistened. Sticking his shoulders at the door, feeling how heavy Qonni's life is now-present.

Back to the inside... The woman had changed her position on the floor while hugging the picture frame of her wedding to Aaron. Swiping slowly the face that was directing a loving look at him.

"Tell me, how will I have to live my days with other men...? tell me A' Aaron.., how I serve other men, and not you! please tell me how." Moaning in a heartbreaking longing. Didn't want it to feel like he was releasing a picture frame in his arms. Moreover, throw away the deep-rooted love for her husband, for the sake of the man who will become her second husband later.

If he could choose, he only wanted to be with Aaron until old age greeted him. In fact, the matter of life and death is all beyond the power of anyone, other than God who holds destiny. And now, he had to obey the grooves laid out on him.

Seriate...

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# POV Author... Okay, breathe first. Somewhat nysek on my chest. 🥺 Thank you for your comments and likes friends.