Seikhlas Clouds Accompany Rain

Reality that hits the heart

By noon, Qonni got up with both hands twitching shut the open chest after breastfeeding his daughter.

Outside, there was the sound of the brothers cleaning some rooms. Qonni decided to come out to help them.

"Bas, miringin little," Ilyas said, giving instructions because they were trying to pull out the sofa so that the living room felt more loose. Abas obeyed, tilting slightly, and the sofa slowly began to move out.

Because her husband and sister-in-law were busy cleaning the room to be used for the ceremony, Qonni decided to make them drinks.

The woman in black walked into the kitchen. And when he arrived in the kitchen he began looking for jars where coffee, sugar, and tea stored as in his home.

A few minutes searching, he did not find the jar.

"Search for what, Deck?" Ilyas suddenly appeared.

"That, I'd like to make you a drink. But I don't get tea or coffee."

Ilyas smiled, his steps swaying back towards the dining table. Then opened his shopping bag.

"Here, dear." Ilyas pulled out a bundle of coffee. "The water should boil first. Because we rarely get hot water."

"Yes, Mum." Qonni grabbed a water-boiling pot that he immediately found hanging on the wall, then filled it. After that, he put it on the stove.

Ctkkc... Ctkkk... Ctkkkp...

A few times turned on the stove two furnaces were not lit.

Ctkkk... Ctkkk...

"Try me to check. The stove in my house is a little spoiled. Have to take love first, if not, yes rich gini like to strike." Ilyas tried to melt the atmosphere, wanting to make Qonni laugh but it seemed that Ilyas's laughter was not to be felt in the heart. Qonni didn't laugh because of that.

Ctkkk.... Ctkkk...

"Duh." Hurry up to check. The gas ran out. But, if you see from the needle embedded in the regulator, the contents of the gas cylinder are still many.

"Must use this ritual" he murmured with a solemn expression.

"What ritual does that mean, Mom?"

The man got back up and then turned his hand to the wife who was standing by his side. Qonni was stunned, confused.

"Blow first the back of my hand." Wiggling his hands.

"Ehh ..." Strange, the woman raised one of her eyebrows.

"Blow first, let the stove burn." He still turned his hand to Qonni.

And either because he believed or the woman did not want to serve too long Ilyas drama he obeyed. Blowing the back of Ilyas' hand, the man in front of him immediately laughed without a sound. Then when Qonni's face again lifted Ilyas hurriedly stopped his laughter.

"Bismil was bornrahmanirrahim, o stove is on!"

Ctkkkkk, bllllrrrrrr. The man patted both of his palms with a look of cool pretentiousness.

"My pump is unique. I don't want to go straight to that flame. Must have ritual. Understand, the company stove."

"Astaghfirullah," he murmured with a laugh.

Surely, seeing Qonni's laughter made Ilyas happy. He rubbed his wife's head, anxious.

Along with that Abas went into the kitchen. They both look towards the door.

"Sir, Nisa woke up" he said, looking up.

"Udah let it be..." Ilyas breezed away, While Qonni continued his work of brewing coffee for the two men in this house.

Return to Fatimah's position...

The girl was still stunned there, looking at Ilyas with a girl leaning her head on her wide shoulder.

After two mothers, they chatted cheerfully. In fact, one of the two men was trying to invite stepson Ilyas to be carried.

Fatimah smiled wryly, she sighed. Single-minded.... Reverse continues in his heart and mind so as not to think too much about Ilyas who has married.

Just now he intends to cross, a woman came out to greet the two mothers earlier. His body immediately froze, both legs stiff and his hands suddenly numb.

Praaaac...

"Astaghfirullah al'azim, Neng." The shop owner who saw the groceries in the hands of Fatimah fell directly over to the woman earlier. "Neng, the egg broke."

Fatimah did not answer the words of the shop seller's mother, and did not care about her groceries. He still silently set his sights on the people in the house of Ilyas. Especially the woman who is now staring at him because of the screams of the owner of the stall.

"Mother Fatimah?" Qonni's lips muttered like that.

A drop of tears flowed down the girl's cheeks. He no longer heard the call of the seller's mother, and preferred to leave without bringing back groceries.

Of course it triggered the astonishment of the middle-aged woman. Especially Qonni, but not Ilyas. He who sees from a distance like tofu, but has not understood if Fatimah and Qonni know each other. Or maybe they forget that they teach at the same school and have met at one of the events in Bogor.

Entering in a hurry, almost even hit his mother who was about to leave the house.

"Fatimah, what's wrong with you?" he was a little surprised. "Where's eggs?"

None of her questions were answered, the girl hurriedly stepped away.

Mother had looked back, she only realized if her daughter was crying earlier. But what is the cause.

There were sounds in the house next door. There were even whining of small children as well. The middle-aged woman checked, and she found the answer.

"Astaghfirullah al'azim, Fatima." He regrets the attitude of his son who is still sad to see Ilyas with his wife. Yes, that's more or less what women catch with their instant hijab.

In the room...

Fatimah was still digesting it, why could Bu Ayudia marry Mas Ilyas? How can he marry Mas Ilyas?

The girl recalled, if she had indeed heard the news of Ayudia's marriage right on the same date as Ilyas's marriage date.

Even the teacher staff came, only he himself did not come because the mood was not fine. But never did he think if ayu's husband was Ilyas neighbor as well as the man he wanted all along.

His clenched hands patted his chest. Shortness that can not be explained, thinking about how difficult this life is guessed.

The girl pulled her own hijab out, Fatimah fell on the bed. His emotions are getting louder he is blowing. Ask a fate that feels unfair.

"Why Bu Ayu, why is Bu Ayu, Mas? Why should he..." Her tears did not accept the man's choice.

As the disappointment piled up, the man's smile danced more and more in his brain that was not clear. Fatimah banging on the surface of the mattress, beaver. He wanted to vent his anger on Ilyas, but consciousness still held it back.

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Note:

The world is a punishment for the people who live in it. It contains billions of hidden wisdom. Wrapped up in injustice, it is a good thing for man himself.

And if you sue destiny because of your pain in the world, it's not because your God doesn't give you justice. Except for the impact of a injustice you have done to yourself.