Seikhlas Clouds Accompany Rain

Love that dims faith

The night has come, just finished the event that the neighboring fathers attended. Where the crowd slowly turned back quiet, only the voice of Ilyas and his sisters who were still pacing clean up some so as not to get too messy.

Qonni stood swinging his body for the sake of the child immediately sleeping. From after Magrib, Nisa's cries continued to scream and would only stop when her mother held her.

"Where, Nisa?" The man with the scabbard and the cocoa still attached to his body nongol from behind the bedroom door. Come in, close the door.

"Udah started to calm down anyway, but did not want to sleep in the mattress," replied Qonni who was getting tired of carrying his child since this afternoon.

Not usually the child is fussy is it possible because the atmosphere of the room is rather stuffy? In addition to the heat that makes his tiny body continue to sweat. Yeah, that kid hasn't gotten used to sleeping anywhere else.

"Here try to let me be the fat one. You must be tired." Ilyas grabbed his son, clenched and fondled him affectionately.

Qonni massaged the shoulders, doing a light stretch to eliminate soreness in the arms and shoulders because of the child's cradling.

"Kasian, this is Abi's son's rage, huh?" ilyas asked Nisa who was asleep. While occasionally kissing, the man checked the fan facing the wall and shifted towards it.

"Mas, don't face Nisa directly." Qonni held it back, turning back the standing fan that was nearby.

"Emang why, let's not be sultry," he asked less understanding.

"Yes, but a child should not be hit by a fan. That's what mom said, anyway."

"That's it?" Ilyas kissed Nisa again on the cheek, and tried to put her on the bed. Waiting for a while, until he was absolutely sure the boy was not awake until his hands could be carefully drawn out.

Qonni glanced over from behind that forward-leaning back. Also make sure that the child will not be awake and then step back when the young man turns his body.

"Look at his hand" grabbed Qonniah's hand as he asked him to sit on the lip of the bed. While massaging slowly, the young man again said. "I'm sorry I didn't help you carry Nisa."

The woman in front of him smiled faintly. "No papa, Mom. It is precisely I who feel bad because in the room continues."

"Well, no, no bad taste." In his hand the wife kissed him.

"Mas I just found out, if you're neighbors with Ms. Fatimah."

Ilyas flinched while raising his face.

"You familiar?"

Qonni nodded. "I know Him. Because we were teaching at the same school and his desk was next to mine. That's why I got so close to him."

"Allahu Akbar.." he murmured softly.

"Why, Mas?"

"No papa, honey." Ilyas again kissed his wife's hand, then grabbed a slim body that returned stiff when it came into contact with her own husband's chest.

Ilyas was stunned, looking at the wall behind his wife's body. The world is so narrow. Unexpectedly, his wife befriended the girl he had rejected before. I hope the relationship between Qonni and Fatimah will be okay. One of them felt a broken heart.

Just a few minutes later, the boy was put on the bed, and he woke up again. The two compactly turned their heads, Ilyas let go of the hug then took over. Fan the child with a piece of cardboard. And yes, the boy was overheated proof that he went back to sleep when the father slowly fanned him.

***

Somewhere else...

Bu Sofian put down a cup of coffee for her husband who was watching a news show on television.

"Dad why didn't you come to meet Ilyas' invitation?" he asked while sitting next to the middle-aged man.

"I'm tired of just coming home, Mom," he replied.

Mr. Sofian flinching, his gaze focused on a news of a money laundering case carried out by a minister.

Not getting a response again, the wife turned to the Islamic magazine lying on the table. He himself knew, since Ilyas rejected their daughter, the husband was no longer concerned with the family. In fact, impressed to avoid the young man who is familiar with minus lenses in both eyes.

"Which fatimah, from earlier did not come out. Usually when I come home I'm sure to get home."

Bu Sofian was silent. He could not answer if his daughter was suffering from grief after seeing the wife of Ilyas.

"Mom?"

"Emmm.., Tiredness, Dad. So he's sleeping spout."

"Then anyway? Isn't today UTS the last of his students?"

"Yes, but Fatimah came home this afternoon," she said, covering up the real situation. She was only worried that her husband would overflow again.

No thoughts of sorts, Mr. Sofian was silent again. Seriously listen to the news that is warm-warm milling on the glass screen.

...

When the morning came on Sunday, Fatimah looked ready with a black robe and a quadrilateral veil of moca color.

"Where are you going early in the morning?" Ask Mr. Sofian while taking off his reading glasses.

"You're out, Dad. Seek the wind." he answered languidly, extending a hand.

The middle-aged man glanced towards the wall clock. "Six o'clock in the morning?"

Fatimah silently nodded after kissing the back of her father's hand.

"Wait, your eyes why are they so swollen?"

"No ah, where are my eyes puffy." Fatimah.

"Don't lie. Why you? Nangisin' him again?"

"No, Yes."

"Fatimah, don't be a stupid girl. That man is a lot. Don't hurt yourself."

"No, no... What the hell is this Dad.., already yes Fatimah saying goodbye first. Assalamualaikum–"

"Moskalamic. Fatimah carefully. Don't speed you up! Don't act that no." Mr. Sofian exclaimed with a feeling of worry as his daughter left with a clear purpose.

mr. Sofian sighed violently. As a father, seeing his only child like a person who does not have a passion for life certainly makes him worried and furious. But what else if Fatimah and Ilyas are not a match.

...

In front of the gate, the girl was dumbstruck. Looking over to the side of Ilyas' house. The quiet house before this was crowded because of the joke of the glasses man with his stepson who was still a toddler. And one more, the woman sitting next to Ilyas kept both her hands clenched tightly.

Highlight Qonni's eyes caught the girl who was still standing after opening the gate of his house. After smiling, Qonni got up. Intend to approach his professional friend.

But, not yet out of the terrace of the house, Fatimah threw away her face with a hostile expression. He hastily entered into a constant stop step women with his instant hijab. Qonni was astonished by Fatimah's attitude. Isn't it, the girl is usually cheerful especially when meeting him.

Ilyas who realized that could not say anything. He still let his wife stunned in place until the car driven by Fatimah came out. Then it quickly passed in front of his house. The man is silent.