Seikhlas Clouds Accompany Rain

Help Father-in-law

I was satisfied to walk down the complex road. The new couple returned with two plastic bags of different sizes. Contains porridge, and some snacks.

Entering the fence, the bespectacled young man greeted his father-in-law who was busy pulling weeds in the corners of the yard, where ornamental trees grew.

Ulum sighed, got up, with lips curving in a smile, wiping his sweat coming out of his forehead partially covered in hair.

"A quick trip?" ask the child and his daughter-in-law. Glancing alternately, did not forget to kiss the chubby cheeks of Nisa who had changed hands to Qonni, because Ilyas immediately hurriedly inched a little trousers to squat.

"Yes, Dad. Just buy this porridge, at Bu Rini's house."

"Oh, that's it." he answered before turning to the lower right. Because the son-in-law took over his job.

"Son, what? no need. This is the work of Father. You're in."

Ilyas smiled, "no papa, sir. I was confused if I didn't do anything."

"Aiiiih, why should be confused. Now enjoy your days. Breakfast, cleaning. If you need to walk where it is both," he proposed by ending the laughter. "Some of you just hold this for a little while to get sweat. Abis was ready to visit the house of Miss Liknya Qonni."

"Mom Lik? Are you going to Miss Lek Yani's house in Tebet?" ask Qonni.

"Yes, her husband wants bone surgery, she said. So today, I'm going there with mom."

Qonni mangosteen, his aunt rarely visited them. In fact almost never, but every time there is an urgent thing that requires funds. It must never be missed to contact Dad first. That is where sometimes often triggers the presence of small checks between Father and Mother.

*(Still remember Ulum had a stepmother yes, who married his father when the biological mother was still alive and suffered a stroke. Well, this Syriac is the son of Fatkhul Qulum's father's second marriage. It's in the Love Pledge of Ustadz Irsyad)

"Right, mending you guys get ready. Walk where it's both." Ms. Aida who appeared from behind the door while carrying a tray containing two cups of coffee and a banana fritters suddenly collapsed. "No need to worry about Nisa, because I'm the same mom would take Nisa too, Nduk–"

Qonni walked over to the mother who was still busy moving her luggage onto the table.

"Mom, how does Nisa have to be brought in anyway?" His whisper to the mother contained protest.

"Well why? Anyway, bring Nisa can make excuses, so it's not later at your Miss Lik's house."

"Yes know, but right. Qonni can't stay away from Nisa."

"Alaaah, rich all this time is not often the same mother and father go traveling while taking Nisa aja," he argued before stretching his gaze on two men who were squatting together plucking the grass. "Son Ilyas, coffee used to be the same Mr. It's still hot."

"Lady..."

"What the hell, Nduk? Just enjoy it first. Don't make it complicated. Mom is relaxed."

It's not a matter of comfort... Qonni still hopes Nisa is not brought by her mother. Although of course he can not say honestly want to avoid the moment alone with Ilyas.

"Sisa, yuk. Shower with Uti."

"Let Qonni take a bath."

"What the hell, Nduk. Mending you ready for your husband's needs."

Mom why be a pro gini to Dad, anyway. Though previously rich join nolak. –the inner pout.

Nisa has changed hands and is brought in. Father and Ilyas had started walking to the terrace to enjoy their morning meal before a heavy meal. But, especially Dad. He rarely eats heavily on holidays. And prefer, fried snacking or wet cakes and low-sugar coffee.

Seeing the wife still standing there, confused between entering or staying here. Ilyas offered a fried banana that was not too hot, with a tissue alasi.

"No need, make it Mas aja," rejected Qonni subtly.

"A little bit," he asked, still pointing the fried banana at him. Without a care there is a father-in-law there who also smiles while turning his face.

"Same as Ayah–" said Qonni without making a sound and only using the movement of his lips.

If you want it, yes... Inner Qonni who finally lost. He also attached his finger to the end of the fried banana just to snack.

"I made sure it wasn't hot" he said.

"Still, on the inside, it's not necessary. I will," replied Qonni who then made Ilyas memote the tip to make it brighter.

"It's cold." Proclaim again.

"Bismillah." glancing at Father, Qonni opened his mouth not too wide. And a small piece of fried banana went into his mouth.

Thank God, I can put the sustenance of Allah into my wife's mouth directly using my hand. –Batin Ilyas with a happy smile, seeing Qonni eating from her hands.

"Again?"

"No, that. I'm going in first." With her cheeks reddened the woman hastened into the house.

"Obviously, women are shy. He will ask for it himself. Bribed by husband." Dad was joking, when his ex was about to sit in the chair next to him.

A few minutes later, enjoying the snack, both of them returned to finish. And now divide the task in different corners. Do not forget to collect the remaining grass that is plucked into the basket that has been prepared.

Until it did not feel nearly an hour in the pass, the in-laws and daughter-in-law had finished doing her gardening duties.

"Alhamdulillah..." Ulum rubbed the sweat, feeling relieved when his work was done quickly. As for Ilyas himself is still busy sweeping the remnants of weeds as well as deciduous leaves from the surrounding trees using a broomstick.

At a look around, all ornamental plants become more organized and clean because of the fitting placement of the glasses young man. Apparently, not only smart service of electronic goods, the child is also painstaking about cleanliness and neatness.

Evidently, the courtyard of his house became more alive and pleasant to look at.

"MashaAllah..." Ulum bobbing head.

"Sir, where's the taro trash?" Ilyas asked after all the trash had gathered in one bed.

"In the trash can in front."

"Can it be burned?"

"No need, here like someone protesting if burning garbage," he replied as he chuckled.

"Well, if so, I throw it away." The young man crouched down while trying to lift the basket filled with grass mixed with dry soil.

"This is a cut."

"No papa, sir. I am strong." Ilyas got up while carrying the basket on his shoulder.

"Allahu Akbar, slow down, son." Ulum was worried about his daughter-in-law's shoulder. However, indeed he was used to hard work, so about lifting this mah, it was not something that would hurt his shoulder.

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Ilyas opened the room door, where the wife was sitting while playing for a while with Nisa who was beautiful with a pink veil.

"MashaAllah, Abi's son is beautiful." He just greeted from the side that was not too close while taking off his glasses. Because getting dirty and sweating makes it take some distance.

"Mas Ilyas is done?" Ask Qonni.

"Yes, I'm going to take a shower first. Sultry.." answered the one who nodded his head. Ilyas took a slow step towards the bathroom to clean his body.

The woman glanced at the dusty glasses due to the dry land. He also took the initiative to clean it up.