Seikhlas Clouds Accompany Rain

What is the relationship with Fatimah?

Qonni's head was still in question mark. Actually there is something with Ilyas and Father that he recently knew was the father of Fatimah. Why could he be so angry at his Husband, even he was sure his ears did not hear the wrong catch the word, if Fatimah was sick due to rejection from Ilyas.

Carrying a bag of ice cubes and a small towel, Qonni approached her husband. Where this bespectacled young man was accompanying Nisa to sleep on the bed.

"Here I compress first, Mas." The woman sat next to Ilyas who was still lying on her side facing her little princess.

"Oh my goodness, Deck. Arriving at the compress everything.., I'm not papa." Slowly the young man sat cross-legged on the bed.

"No papa how, began to look blue loh part of your cheekbones," he concluded while gluing the ice pack slowly on the bruised part.

Ilyas receded, letting the soft hand of Ayudia Qonniah stick a pack of ice cubes covered in a small towel.

Occasionally grimacing because of illness, the man could not be separated to look at the stiff face of the wife. On the other hand there is a pleasure in itself when he gets attention like this. Yes, although he could not read whether Ayudia already loved him or not. To be sure, this little attention was enough to make her mind feel happy.

Wisdom from a small misfortune. MashaAllah's... (Ilys)

"So that's Fatimah's dad, huh?" Be careful the woman asked, because the middle-aged man had repeatedly called the name Fatimah.

"Yes right" answered Ilyas.

Qonni rounded his lips. Actually she wanted to ask more deeply, but it did not feel appropriate to explore things related to her husband in the time when they were not married.

Right, it's privacy and there's no need for him to know the truth. That's a housewife, no need to find out the past of the couple. It is the same as hurting yourself.

"You want to ask me something?" Ilyas fishing. He understood, his wife's heart must be wondering about the incident.

Qonni immediately shook his head, still not brave enough to interfere in her husband's affairs.

"Ask if anyone wants to ask. I'll answer, I'll."

Qonni lowered the hand that was still holding the ice pack. He returned Ilyas' warm gaze.

"Well, was there a relationship with Fatimah before this?" he asked without considering, even a flat expression was plastered, indicating he did not seem to care if Ilyas to answer there.

The man in front of him hurriedly shook his head. A plain face shows honesty. It was analyzed by Ayudia Qonniah.

"I've never dated, Dek," she replied immediately. "Yes, his father never offered him to marry me, but Mas couldn't take it."

Qonni. Her hands were raised again, brushing the children with hair on the forehead, which made her eyelids feel itchy. After that back compress the wound with ice cubes earlier.

"Why did he refuse?" ask again.

"Because there's no more feeling than a normal neighbor's feeling."

"Mas says love will come because it's used to it. Ilyas should have just accepted that woman." His flat question seemed to indicate, that Qonni really was not jealous of him.

"You're right, love will come from habituation. But what if I marry her while my heart and mind are on another woman?"

The woman who is not wearing her hijab is flinching. He knows who the other woman is. For Qonni was not insensitive to Ilyas' love for him from the time he was not married to Aaron. It's just that he keeps dodging.

"There are many considerations other than that of the heart which does not choose Him. One of them is the problem of strata. I'm afraid I can't keep up with Fatimah's life, Yu."

"Yes, I agree with that, but what about other problems? It concerns about Mas's self-esteem as a man as well."

Qonni frowned. The full question mark was shown.

"Can I ask you now? What if you become a man but in bargain to get married just take the body. While everything, the family of the woman who bore."

Qonni did not answer, his lips still tight while his ears were sharp listening.

"Dek, Mr. Sofian is a former member of the regional council, who is now returning to work as a lecturer. Fatimah was their only child. Of course the event held will be big-gedean. In that position that makes Mas have to think a thousand times if willing to marry until finally decided to refuse."

Still not responding with words, The woman before Ilyas continued to be a listener. He just did not know, at least not at all good at what Ilyas if he had to be the son-in-law of Mr. Sofian. Which even to offer this and that, set this and that in his life after marriage later.

Different from Mr. Ulum. Who do not need to hold a large-scale event. Quite a qobul ijab as well as a regular thanksgiving at home, even dowry as much as he receives without arguing high which is likely to offend Ilyas. Then finally, Mr. Ulum gave all of His responsibility to Qonni to Ilyas.

"The bottom line is, there are thousands of reasons why Mas can't be the same. The most powerful is you. I want you to be my wife, Dek."

The woman smiled faintly, then got up while carrying the ice pack she used to compress.

Along with the founding of Qonni, Ilyas got up and then hugged him from behind. Kontan, the female body is stiff. Both of his hands just hang on the right and left side.

"Mas was wrong, huh?" he asked while resting his face on his wife's shoulder.

Breathing was clearly heard in the ears of the woman with her back hair tied in a ponytail. Not only that, Ilyas' heart beat can also be felt. Chest effects that stick to his back.

Qonni bit the tip of his own lips, then shook his head slowly.

"The bass just wants to fight for the love that in the beginning has grown. The goal is that when married do not hurt my partner. And you, are my true heart's choice. Not wrong, is it?"

The woman in Ilyas' arms fell silent on the other side he understood. In fact, in the past he could not accept Ilyas because of matters of the heart that preferred Aaron. Now, who would have thought he was still a match with her.

"If Fatimah offered the same prayer, how, and we part?" Suddenly I thought of something like that. Recalling, he parted ways with Aaron until he was finally able to be with Ilyas now.

Qonni's words made Ilyas' embrace stronger. He kisses the shoulder while he is feeling.

"I love You. Just want you, Ayudia. Yes, don't imagine anything bad. Because, what you need to know. Mas, send a prayer when you were a girl. After that, Mas only expects you to be a couple until you get old with Aaron."

Qonni flinched, his gaze turning glare at the open door of the room. So far, Ilyas does not look pushy. The previous meeting was also only once a few months. Even without purpose. Because his father also does not at all times use the services of Ilyas service.

Destiny is something unexpected. Today we hate someone, who would have thought tomorrow he became the man he should obey after Allah SWT and Rosulullah Saw.

Outside, there was the sound of Ibn's duck motorbike. Ilyas then released his embrace, then twisted Qonni's body to face him.

A lightning kiss landed on her lips until the woman was stunned. Along with the smile of Ilyas while rubbing the sweet lips of the wife.

"Mas get out first. Thank you so much for compressing my wounds." Swiping his head that was not hijab, the man breezed out of the room together with a sigh without making a sound from Qonniah.

Now Mas Ilyas has not used permission again if you want to kiss.. –Binnya who still feel surprised.