Seikhlas Clouds Accompany Rain

Breastfeeding Nisa

Minutes of struggle, of jealousy held back, of love that is also not directly channeled.

When he had to put aside his desire ego as a man and chose to calm the figure of the world she loved so much. Crying from the memory of the man who preceded him gone forever. An ex-husband, who may be in a position far above the young man.

The long nights they spent were silent to each other. Neither himself nor Ayudia. No one dared to start the word after the hug until now the two tired bodies were lying on the same bed.

The sound of rain was heard, the eyes of the young man who had already removed his glasses were blocked. Go to the window that is partially open. Watch the sky water droplets fall from the end of the tile.

A long sigh rang out, again The man shifted his gaze to Ayudia. Then pensive with a tilted position, while the hand supports the head of the side. Looking at a face that is either completely asleep or just limited to holding the eyelids closed. To be sure, the shining face without makeup belonging to Ayu seemed calm under the dim light of a sleeping lamp.

Yes, this is the first time, Ilyas slept in one bed with a woman. Of course very mixed, between happy mixed with a little awkward feeling that he is better able to control.

It could be because he has known the figure of Ayudia Qonniah since he was in college, so there are no additional foreign feelings that make him not dare to embrace the wife like that.

Ilyas took off a little blanket that covered Ayudia's body then put away the pillow in the woman's embrace slowly.

"Sorry, I got rid of you. You see, he already has a more entitled me in the hug" Ilyas muttered in a whispering voice.

To be honest, the woman had not slept. He could still hear Ilyas's voice. Qonni did not move. Out of fear, afterwards Ilyas would ask for more than what he would do at this time.

After Ilyas entered the blanket while holding Ayudia's hand, and placed the hand on her waist. The man slipped one hand into the other through the bottom of the neck. Until, their bodies are increasingly attached to the arms of Ilyas as a cushion.

"MashaAllah, my wife's kasian soy sauce," he murmured as he kissed Qonni's forehead before returning to his head slowly, after getting a comfortable position.

The man smiled, slowly his eyes began to close as he tightened his arms. Because the air is getting cold.

Suppose there are higher words to say than hamdalah. I must have said it many times. I am grateful, and I thank you for all the favors that have always been bestowed upon me. She, the angel I expected really belongs to me.

– Muhammad Ilyasa –

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The life of the newlyweds, should be warm, right? Walk alone, side by side, holding hands when necessary. One more thing to do, spoiled should Qonni directly lean his head on Ilyas' shoulder. Enjoy the cold morning after the rain last night.

But, it was indescribable between the two who seemed ordinary in the first morning after the agreement yesterday.

At present the young man is still in the mosque with the male in-laws because usually after the worshipers, Ustadz who became the imam will continue after dawn to fill it with studies. Be he lasted a few minutes to listen to the study that he thought quite understandable.

As for Qonni himself, he was apparently busy with a laptop in order to solve the problem for the midterms after upholding prayer.

Tok... The sound of a knock on the room rang out, following Aida's call asking for permission to open the door. Qonni answered him, allowing the mother to keep the door open.

"Sir, your son is awake. Tell mimi first," said Aida after the door opened and the young man entered.

"Oh my God, my Son. Here-here..." He received a girl who was fussy because of this thirst. "Night cry, don't you, Mom?"

"Now, I wake up occasionally for Mimi, maybe because the heat is not hot so she sleeps. And now just wake up."

Qonni nodded, as he pulled out a chewy object as the source of ASI and pointed the tip at Nisa's tiny mouth.

Seeing the source of her calmness directed to the lips, Nisa hurriedly opened her mouth and sucked it in a swift motion.

Qonni smiled wryly at his son. Who drank while staring at him continuously.

"Duuuuh, hausnya even though all night ran out some bottles loh," said Aida.

"Nisa is if there are many nights, ma'am. That's why I'm worried she fussed last night.

"But not really fussy, to?"

"Mommy has changed diapers all wear too Now only Mimi first, Uti want to prepare breakfast first." Aida kissed Nisa's cheek anxiously after it came out.

After the door closed again Ayu continued to focus on breastfeeding while rereading the question she would send via Email to a substitute teacher.

"Duh, time is so rich, huh?" Glance occasionally to the alarm clock to make sure the time.

Tok, kklaaakk...

"Well..." Qonni who saw her husband enter hurriedly twisted his body slightly to turn his back on Ilyas. She just has not been used to breastfeeding in front of her new husband, so she does not want some of the breasts to be seen.

The young man who did not realize the awkwardness of Qonni even approached the woman.

"Mas don't come here–" he tried to cover his chest.

"Why, then?" Look at the shirt on the shoulder that comes down. Ilyas understood that his wife was breastfeeding. He stopped his steps quickly.

"I'm breastfeeding Nisa again" she replied with a reddened face in embarrassment.

"Geez, sorry."

The man understood, and seeing a part of his open shoulder made his heart flutter. So I decided to back off after sitting on the bed.

Qonni himself turned his body slightly again, making sure the chest was completely invisible. Realizing Ilyas was still sitting, Qonni glanced back.

"Why is he still here?"

"Emmm.." drunkenness. Aye, huh? How am I still here? "You want to nemenin you," he added, the origin of which caused regret. Why should I answer that anyway.

"I am not, papa. I used to breastfeed alone. So there is no need to be accompanied" he replied.

Hoping Ilyas out or Nisa soon finished sucking ASI, so that she can re-insert her chest into the shirt. But quite the opposite, the more he tried to let go the stronger it could hold him back.

Honey, Ummi is ashamed of Abi Ilyas. Let's finish yes, miminya later again. –intihnya in heart.

A ringing phone rang out, he glanced over the nightstand along with Ilyas who was rushing to pick up the flat object.

Turning his face away, the young man walked over before handing over Qonniah's phone. It's kind of funny, Ilyas shouldn't have done that. But ah, let it...

"Thank you, Mom." Nervously, Qonni accepted it. The one in reply with a gentle swipe on his head from Ilyas.

Oh God, so it's not good for him to focus on the phone call from a math teacher who will replace him. Apparently the teacher asked about UTS that had not been sent as well.

"Yes, Mom. Soon running, last night I overslept because of it."

"No papa. I should have apologized the same, Ms. Ayu. Because it's been disturbing the honeymoon," asloh a woman in the sebrang.

"Bu Emi can do it, no. I don't feel disturbed. Anyway, it's actually ready. But I'm re-revisioning, so it's not done yet."

"Yes, I'm waiting, Mom. Assalamualaikum."

"Walaikumsalam warahmatullah." Qonni turned off his phone. Then turned to look at Ilyas who was changing superiors. Just like Ilyas did, the woman turned her face away.

"Astaghfirullah al'azim."

"Why, Deck?" Ilyas was confused by his chest still open.

"No papa, continue," he replied briefly after seeing Ilyas's upper body that was not covered in the veil. Geez, what did you see Qonni?