Seikhlas Clouds Accompany Rain

Who is not really present

After Ashar, the two intend to take an afternoon walk after waiting for Nisa who never returned home with Grandpa and grandmother.

Qonni glanced at Ilyas with an indescribable feeling. The shadow of the kiss was dancing in the head. Women with home-based gamis and bergo instant rope mute. Waiting for her husband to prepare.

"Yuk," he asked when he was ready.

Qonni nodded, some of his footsteps swayed and Ilyas remembered something.

"Bring, Deck." The man took out his wallet again from inside his pants pocket. Then issue the contents, such as money and ATM card special salary. "From now on, it's you who holds."

"Well, How come?" The woman has not accepted. Because when with Aaron, he also never wanted to be in the trust holding the husband's money.

"You are now my wife. So your financial problems are handled. Don't be surprised if your salary is small. But later if there's more I love you, really."

Qonni shook his head, he pushed the money to what value with his Atm card carefully.

"Mending money just hold it yourself. You need more, right? Take the muters to the others."

"Yes, I just want you to handle everything. Including Nisa's needs."

"I have Kok. My salary and for Nisa's business, I don't have to worry. A' Mukhlis used to give monthly money for Nisa's needs. It also just used not much," he replied still not willing to accept.

Ilyas who was still directing the money flinching, not to mention when Qonni decided to pass first. Leaving the man still glued to his own money was still in hand.

Maybe still so he feels bad if I immediately give money gini. – the glasses man smiled wryly, put the money back into the wallet again. Later, he will give it up again. Because according to the knowledge he got, no matter how much the salary of his wife he still obliged to give a living.

***

The sky is still bright, the sun is still shining. The new couple decided to spend some time in the park. The place to hang out for young children, which is also a culinary center for food lovers five feet.

"What do we want?" He asked while walking and holding hands.

"So much as Ilyas."

"Kok whatever. Come with you, what do you want?"

Qonni was silent, his body might be walking outside but his heart was left behind. He is still inexhaustible, until this moment he is still trying to be good. To fulfill his duty as a wife. Like a burden that she could not take out, because if it was to be triggered it would certainly be a dagger for her husband.

"Siomay want to?" Tanya Ilyas.

The woman just nodded, until her second step continued to swing up to one of the mats in the title of the seller siomay.

"Kang, siomay complete two servings."

"Ready..sit the heula."

"Thank you" he replied with a smile. He wagged the surface of the mat slightly dirty after allowing the wife to sit. "Here, sweetie."

Qonni didn't want to be treated like this, too much. That was what was triggered in the heart of the sweet-faced woman, slowly sitting on the side that was patted by her husband earlier.

"Yes frame?" ilyas asked as he circled his gaze throughout the entire region.

"This is the center of the young people hanging out" replied Qonni.

"Aren't you used to coming here?"

"Yes..."

"Who's the guy?" Ask Ilyas enthusiastically.

"A." Yeah."

Hearing that answer Ilyas instantly kept silent. For a moment he forgot that his wife had a partner before him.

"Father, Mother, Sister Safa, and Nisa" he continued.

The man was a beard. "Now with me, huh?"

Qonni responded with a smile. Up to two portions of Siomay are held in front of them.

"What's drinking, huh?" Ask the dealer to offer.

Ilyas himself immediately asked Qonni who replied that he only wanted mineral water, as well as ilyas they then ordered it.

"Take it, dear," he said, handing over spoons and forks to his wife.

Seen, Qonni was getting rid of bitter melon to the side. Surely the sensitive Ilyas immediately asked.

"Don't you like bitter melon?"

"Yes, Mum."

"Kok got Mas in the taro here?"

"No papa. At eating..." The man lifted his plate then began to eat siomay which really tasted the fish, savory with a thick and slightly spicy nut seasoning flush.

Qonni looked at him with a guilty feeling. Why does he keep thinking about Aaron, when the one next to him is already very trying to make him happy. Ilyas who felt in notice threw a smile at him.

"Don't linger, later if you have a crush how?" his god was responded to Qonni's timid smile.

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Night came, when the woman was about to take ablution water before performing Isha prayer, she felt like something was coming out. Qonni checked it out and sure enough, his monthly guests came.

In instead of the door of a mini hanging cabinet that is in the bathroom to take a dressing.

Outside, Ilyas was ready to go to the mosque sitting on the lip of the bed waiting for his wife.

"Mas, I'm not coming."

"Why?"

"My monthly guests are coming."

"Monthly guest?" Ask me not to believe. The woman also nodded. "Yes, that's it."

"Go to the mosque yourself, yes."

"Yes, Deck." Smile after saying hello and leave the room. When the door closed the man sighed. "Yes Kareem..."

Ilyas shook his head as he continued his steps, wanting to laugh at himself as his mind continued to be turbulent. Yeah, he's been holding it since last night. Isn't that normal? Especially having slept in one bed with a woman. Now he must really fast the mind until his wife finishes her period.

***

The day changed, Fatimah who for days locked herself in the house began to come back out to buy her own needs.

Walking slowly to cross the girl turned to the right and then to the left, at the sight of Ilyas motorbike parked in front. Today the man has returned after two days at his father-in-law's house.

He knows it's none of his business anymore. Ilyas had a family, the sign was that he had to completely forget anything about Ilyas.

"Assalamu'alaikum" said Fatimah to the mothers who were gathered in front of the shop.

"Walaikumsalam, uh... Neng Fatimah's. Long time no look, abis duty outside huh?"

Fatimah smiled faintly. "No, Ma. Fatimah is at home. Not feeling well anymore, so much at home."

"Oh, kirain where. What are you buying?"

"I want to find some food. Same thing I nitip telor one kilo."

"Oh, yes Neng. I weigh it first..."

Fatimah nodded, then walked towards the refrigerator with the transparent door. He took some sweet drinks, and prepared sausages were wrapped in units.

"Ceu, he said the Ilyas had gone home with his wife, huh?" A new mother came directly to the shop owner. As for Fatimah herself, she was silent, but her ears were still listening.

"Yes, same kid, too. Eleuh-eleuh meni gelis..."

"Well?"

"Both, or."

"Oh.., so curious. Play later, want to fuck."

"Sok. I just stopped by the same Ilyas. It's good to look around."

Hearing the enthusiastic laughter of the mothers, Fatimah was pensive. He imagined, it must be as beautiful as that wife Ilyas. It is fitting that he prefers the woman despite her status already has one child.

Hurriedly himself handed over the snacks he took after making the payment.

"Thank you, yeah, Neng."

"Together, Mom." Fatimah walked with a plastic bag in hand.

Before crossing, he turned his head again towards the house of Ilyas which was right next to him. The house without a guardrail and looks very simple but cool because of one of the shady trees in front of the house.

A man came out the door holding a girl. Fatimah was stunned, her eyes were again condensing.

Mas Ilya...

The man who looked very fond of the princess was walking towards the front seat, which was then approached by two mothers, so he did not realize there was a woman who was watching him with a sad look.