Seikhlas Clouds Accompany Rain

Love destroys faith

It had been two hours for the teachers to chat together, both with their neighbors and Fatimah who was lying on her bed. A carefree laugh was inserted, removing for a moment the trace of boredom and pain felt by this brown hooded girl during the treatment period.

The two people sitting on the sofa gave each other a code, so that the chat was over soon, given the time that was approaching the afternoon. Of course, the others complied with them shaking hands with Fatimah. While the men only cupped both palms while praying for healing.

No exception Ayudia Qonniah, he extended his hand. Welcomed, but briefly. What was not received was only the chips that Qonni would do to him like any other female teacher.

Where, when Qonni's face was about to approach he immediately diverted by turning his face. Pretend to appreciate the glass filled with mineral water on the nightstand.

The woman was stunned, and not only Qonni actually, some of her fellow teachers were aware of Fatimah's rather strange attitude change. Are they at odds?

The question marks on each other's heads are almost equivalent. There was a problem between Fatimah and Qonni behind them. But, not all this time the relationship between the two is fine. Even the familiar.

Qonni smiled, he took a step back following his friends.

In fact, according to the agreement, Ilyas would come and Qonni would wait in that ward. But, if you see the unfriendly spirit shown by Fatimah, the woman hesitates.

"Bu Ayu, come on." asked a woman to Qonni who was still standing by the side of the bed. They said their greetings before one by one the teachers left the room.

Fatimah's eyes condensed, fixed on Qonni's back. His lips spoke Istighfar, while his hands gripped the blanket very strongly.

Yes, he was thinking, he shouldn't have behaved badly like this. However, why was it difficult for him to accept the situation. Because, every look on Qonni's face, as if he was looking at the evil woman who had taken his love.

Though Qonni himself actually did not know anything, but it became affected by selfishness because of the heartbreak of Fatimah.

The girl sighed, Istighfar continued to be seen from the soft movements of her lips. It just takes time. Aye! it just takes time to adapt to this situation.

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Just a few steps down the stairs, the ringing of the cell phone brought him to a halt. Other friends are waiting too.

"Assalamualaikum, Mommy?"

"Deck, Mas's in the hospital lobby. You where?"

"I'm in Bethany, Mas. Third floor–" he answered briefly with one hand supported on the staircase divider.

"I'm riding, yeah. You wait there. It's closed, first. Assalamualaikum."

"Master, Mas." Qonni lowered his hand which was still clutching the phone.

A brief smile is shown to the friends in front of them asking them to go first, while the hands move back to put the phone in the bag after receiving a call from her husband.

A few minutes later, Qonni was bewitched. The seclusion he felt for two hours and twenty-three minutes, suddenly felt a coolness. Like being trapped in a barren and vast desert, then he saw an oasis from a distance.

Yes, Ilyas is the oasis. I don't know, a feeling of pleasure suddenly appeared in the chest. Kala saw the man in glasses throw a smile from below.

Mas...

Desire to rush into the arms of men who are climbing one by one stairs. And wept for what he did not know, why this sorrow came. When since then only he was not considered to exist by Fatimah.

"Wait a long time, huh?" Ask the man who is now rubbing his wife's cheeks, after the woman kisses the hand answers the greeting that was first said.

"No, really. I just happened to be back. Good thing it's not yet."

"Oh my God, I'm sorry I came about an hour ago. But I have to help you send the goods."

"Yes, I understand, Mom."

Ilyas smiled, and took something out of his jacket pocket. Two chocolate bars he took out.

"Make you, dear." Ilyas pointed the two chocolate bars at his wife.

Of course what Ilyas did again made his wife mute, roaring in the pairs of beautiful eyes of Ayudia. Isn't this Aaron's custom. Who, if he comes home late, always buys him chocolate.

The hand grabbed him, he smiled faintly. Removing traces of memories that slowly began to appear again.

"Thank you, Mom."

"Together." Slowly rubbing the head covered with hijab the man also invited Ayu to go up.

Upon arrival at the door of the ward, Ayudia Qonniah held back her steps. He hesitated to go back in, until slowly the woman released her hand held by Ilyas.

"Mas, I'm not coming in?"

"Well, what is it?"

"Yes, I was already besuk Bu Fatimah, earlier," he said.

"No papa comes in again. Anyway, when did I stay you here alone?"

Qonni bit the tip of his own lips. Didn't want to tell her discomfort inside. Anyway, it could be just his feelings. Because prejudice sometimes does not match what really happened.

"Come, let's go in" he asked while the woman shook her head. "Dad?"

"I'll wait here. If you come in later so long, I'm watching Nisa, Mas," he said.

Also true. Ilyas. Until the end, he asked for permission to enter for a while while he sat in the waiting chair.

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Ten minutes, Ilyas inside. He only accepted Fatimah's silence on the bed. The feeling of unrequited still controlled his common sense. Hate grows without him knowing it.

Incidentally, the mother was currently returning home to pick up something. Inevitably the solitude of Fatimah made Ilyas want to rush out of the inpatient room.

"I'm coming home, hopefully, you'll be healed soon." The man sat on the sofa which had a distance of about one meter from Fatimah's bed.

"I'm sorry, on behalf of Dad." Finally the girl opened her voice.

Ilyas, who was about to rise. His head was slightly bowed.

"I just found out, I hit Mas Ilyas yesterday."

"I'm sorry, Fat."

The girl nodded. "Thank you."

"Honestly, I just want the relationship between me and Mr. Sofian to improve. But, I understand. I have failed him too much."

"It's not wrong, Ilyas. It's my fault, which is too much."

Silent for a few seconds, there was still the sound of AC in this VIP room.

"Sorry, yeah. I have to go home. Hopefully after this, you can be happy with whoever he is."

The man smiled, his body turning back out of the room. Seeing Ilyas out Fatimah was pensive, until the door was completely shut.

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Note: Love blinds the eyes, love is also capable of ruining faith? About the faith that was destroyed in the blink of an eye because of orgasm.

Right, a hundred-year-old worshiper could die in a state of adultery, murder, and idolatry?

Because, if there are doors that Satan likes the most is one, the door of love that is opened by the children of man before the presence of the will.