Seikhlas Clouds Accompany Rain

Only two at home

Long in the bathroom, the man came out with a bucket of clothes he had washed. Luckily there is liquid detergent that is usually in the bathroom to clean Qonni's own underwear.

Because there are teachings since childhood, underwear must be washed alone so that the habit is carried into adulthood by Qonni or Safa. Sometimes his clothes are washed by his mother. However, Ms. Aida never found her daughter's underwear in the same washing machine.

"Well, I'm taking a shower washing all my clothes?"

"Yes, same as yesterday" he replied innocently.

Pantes, his clothes that yesterday did not look like in a basket of dirty clothes. (Qonni)

"Oh my God, it shouldn't be. Let me just. It's my duty."

The man smiled, "No papa, there is no reason women are obliged to wash their husbands' clothes and there is no prohibition also for husbands to wash their own clothes. You also will not sin let alone be held accountable for this. So relax."

"Yes, let me dry." Qonni asked for the bucket that was still in her husband's arms.

"Where's nisa?" He asked while brushing wet hair.

"Bring mom with Dad."

"Well, they're gone, aren't they?"

"Yes, Mas" he answered softly while carrying a bucket with two hands.

Ilyas smiled faintly, rubbing his wife's cheek. The stormy one diverted the atmosphere.

"I'm gonna hang up some clothes first. Your change of clothes are already on the bed, Mas."

"MashaAllah, I feel so served. Thanks, Deck."

"Sama-sama–" he replied hurriedly out of the room.

Ilyas shook his head, then shifted his gaze on his own glasses. On the look, the thing familiar with it had been clean from the dirt of dry soil. Ilyas grabs her carefully and turns to the door of the closed room.

"Alhamdulillah, apart from you who have not loved me, Yu. I know you're a good wife. This is one example, without me telling you to clean my glasses. O Allah, ridhoi my wife as I have loved her." Ilyas wears the glasses with a feeling of pleasure.

***

On the other side...

Mom and Dad were in the car, traveling to Tebet, South Jakarta. The residence of different siblings of mothers who have lived there since the last thirty years.

While occasionally chattering with her granddaughter, Aida did not feel bad mood during the trip. He focused on playing, as well as walking though not on the goal that makes his heart really happy.

"Mas, really not long at Yani's house."

"Yes, Mom. We really did not long, just look Anto end it we went to another place."

"Yo wes is..."

"Have you prepared the envelope for the pounding?" Tanya Ulum reminded.

"Udah, one-one can be a hundred thousand."

"Thank God, thank you, ma'am."

"Sama-sama," he replied between the insincere iklhas. But more dominant anyway. "Some of your sister never once played into our house. Let alone an ordinary day. Lebaran did not look at her nose."

"Good prejudices, Yani and her husband were trading. So yeah, maybe they're busy."

Aida breathed. "Saking busy, to the point that just want to have Kakanya when hard."

"But the other way, we still put forward andhap ansor. Ngajeni Mas Irsyad's. Help-help though do not use funds when he has an event. The point is still to show our faces in front of his family. Not rich, look at your sister. We don't want our children to marry again. Even though it has been in the news," his dream with a little scatter.

"So we really don't want to go there?" Ulum asked who immediately made Aida unable to answer. Because he didn't want to prolong this conversation.

"Yes that's not it."

"Oh yeah, let's think positive. You heard his answer. If Anto wants a bone surgery? That's logical as to why Yani and her husband didn't come."

"Yo, I'm. Sacarepmu, Mas." Aida kissed her grandson fatigued. The existence of Nisa at least makes his heart not easily provoked by wild whispers of demons in his soul.

Ulum immediately beristighfar, and trying to divert the conversation to the others.

"Thankful that it was helped, so spit it out. Though his intention to walk Abis Dzuhur. So it's not good, even many Ilyas who hold the job."

"Ilyas is your duplicate, Mas," he chuckled.

"What duplicate?" the question is still focused on controlling the steering wheel.

By the way, they used a car owned by Afin Anka which is rarely used and has now been handed over to him since before deliberately placed there while waiting for the birth of Qonni.

"Yes a duplicate, anyway now-now I if see He's rich see you when you were young."

"Then anyway? Obviously my handsome is in your eyes should be. Time in samain..."

"Hahaha, this Mbah Akung, yes. I don't want to lose, Nduk–" Aida replied.

Laughing Mr. Ulum fix the ice. He wanted to restore his own hair but realized it was a bit bald on the front and gray also so it did not become. Hehe...

***

Back to the newlyweds. Ilyas approached her to the clothesline, and stood behind her without making a sound.

"Alhamdulillah..." Reversing her body, she was shocked because she directly hit her husband's body. "Astaghfirullah al'azim, Mas."

"I'm surprised, anyway?" His speed after reflex caught the woman.

"Yes, you know behind."

"Sorry-sorry." he answered rubbing Qonni's head. "Dec, tomorrow is Sunday night. I want to take you home to Cileungsi, we go there one night. Want huh?"

"Yes, not papa."

"Alhamdulillah if you will. Because I have the intention to make small bags. Well, count all the acquaintances of my wife and also Nisa to the citizens" he added, who was answered only with a nod of the head.

Ilyas sighed. He looked at his wife's face for a moment, confused as to what else to say.

Just remember, at home there is only me and him... Qonni gulped because the atmosphere of silence made him also more in a sense of anxiety.

"Sir, go to Yuk's room," he asked carefully while holding Qonni's hand. No doubt the invitation of the man with his minus glasses that makes the heart beat fast.

"Ka–room?"

"That's why, let's have a chat in the room so it's more private."

No way it's just a conversation. Must be more than that. But he just took a shower, right? It is not possible to ask to be served at the time of this afternoon. –Batin Qonni in a wild dialogue of himself.

Ilyas lifted the hand and kissed it gently three times, then turned to his wife again. Ilyas lovingly locked his gaze it focused on the two beautiful neutras belonging to Ayudia who were twitching nervously.