Seikhlas Clouds Accompany Rain

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His name was Yazid, or people familiarly called him Bang Yazid. He is a man who has only been in touch since six months ago because he works in the same field.

Only difference, if Ilyas only capable of a small party. Fulfill orders that cost no more than one million, nor can more than five goods. While Yazid, can be spelled out his snapper class. He is trusted as a provider of laptops and computers in government agencies.

Actually, Ilyas had known for the past few years even though he only heard his name. A businessman working with several investors. Often as a speaker at various seminars that discuss business success.

Now, unexpectedly, he took Ilyas to help send some of the vanishing orders. Quite a commission, can be for additional. So he thought, who hoped to take the wife and child out of town during the school holidays later.

"Yes, today about fifty units of computers Antum sent. How can you, can you?" he said as this bespectacled man had just arrived.

"InshaAllah, Bang." Excited, Ilyas was happy because the more stuff he brought meant the bigger the commission.

"Well, Antum will go with Kang Ade. As always, Antum must control the quantity of goods up to that which goes into the list."

"Ready, Bang. Be tried."

"But, no papa if the journey is far."

"Yes, not papa." Men who still use a short-sleeved batik covered in a jacket and laptop bag hang on the shoulders until the back looks excited.

"Yes, Anne wants to take care of the others first. This is me giving Antum."

"God willing, Bang..." A double pat on the shoulder from Bang Yazid ended the chatter. The young man was also preparing.

Yes, getting a side job after marriage seems not so heavy. It may be true, the soul of a married man with one child. Makes his work spirit so level up many times over.

Ilyas helped lift things into the box car. Carefully moved the object to a stretch.the bespectacled man paused just to check. When everyone entered, the young man with Kang Ade's help began to close the box door. Scribbles briefly on the paper, after which they also traveled to Jatinegara.

One day, two days, until the fourth day. The man always came home the night that was not uncommon until the rain. The cause of coming home at night is not just delivering goods.

However, his job as a service worker is still in the play. Usually, if the time is still enough he will return to his home in Cileungsi finish the goods that have been received until the end of the Adhan Isya. After that he returned to Babylon.

Qonni often asked why her husband always came home at night. Was he used to like this when he was a bachelor? If you think about Aaron's busy life, he only went home at night if there are distant orders. Often not this late.

As of now, it's past eleven. The man had just arrived in front of the gate. He turned off the motor engine, slowly opened the door that was deliberately not locked by Mr. Ulum. Then he led his motor in.

Yes, in order not to cause a sound that may disturb people at home. In fact, even if the engine is turned on either Bu Aida or Ulum do not mind.

Ilyas touched the jacket that had dried a little when he had rained. After that contact Qonniah through the device.

"Haaatttsssiiimm!" rubbing his nose since this afternoon itchy to make him have to sneeze many times.

Shortly waiting for the call to be received, Qonni rushed down to open the door.

"Assalamualaikum–" Ilyas' tired face became his night sight. The pitying Qonni hurriedly asked him to come in.

A few minutes passed, with a cup of warm sweet tea the woman approached her husband who was sitting on the side of the bed after bathing.

"Thank you, Deck."

Nodding. Actually, he himself was sleepy. But because Ilyas did not come home, of course he had to nahan katuk even though Ilyas himself had asked him to sleep first.

"Have you done a lot lately?" ask Qonni. Responded with a smile, before sneezing. "If there is a lot of work, why not bring it here? You can service it in this house. No need to go home again."

"It's not that easy, Dek. The items I serve are average in size. Not tools. If it does, it will be long. It's not good for your mom and dad. It'll be a mess."

"No papa, this room is spacious" he suggested. Remember, the man was happy to melt.

Like when he was staying at Ilyas' house. The man continued to be in his study, and at what time he slept.

"Don't, it'll get dirty, honey. I'm not papa, I'm pacing. God willing, I can. As long as you doain, Mas stay healthy, yes."

"InshaAllah, my dear."

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A few days later, Ilyas began to feel dizzy with an uncomfortable body. Until after sending the last item, the man decided to go home to his residence in Cileungsi.

"Mass?" Ibnu saw his elder brother pale with a shivering body at the door. "Mas Ilyas is sick?"

The man nodded. Clutching his own body, entered the house towards his room.

The sensitive Ibn hurriedly prepared a warm drink for his brother who was curled up on the bed.

"Mas, drink first." Ibnu helped his brother wake up. When he touched the hand, the young man by Ilyas' side felt his brother's body very hot.

"Still, Nu," she turned back to her cold body.

"This fever. I bought medicine, right? Or go to the clinic?"

"No need, Nu. I just need to sleep for a while. It's been almost a week of poor sleep."

Ibn flinching for a moment, saw the brother who was closing his eyes. He also rushed out to pick up a cell phone. He searched Mba Ayu's name in his contacts to contact Qonni.

A few hours later...

Ilyas felt a warm wet object clinging to his forehead. His eyes slowly opened, and found his wife by his side.

"Daddy, are you here?"

Qonni sighed. "Sickness why not say? Even Ibn al-Nu, who was ngabarin," protested to the man who now smiled thinly while closing his eyes. His hand held Qonni's hand on his chest.

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Because the time is getting night, there is the intention of the woman to go home alone but forbidden by the father. Moreover, Keukehnya Ilyas who wanted to come home when the Isya prayer just seemed to stagger.

A few hours of treatment, plus rest. The man's head started to feel light.

Although, the mouth of Qonni continued to serocos related to Ilyas who was difficult to ask for treatment. Instead, he continued to listen without the slightest answer while propped up with his chin.

Your nag, Deck. The most beautiful poem to me... Smiles she listened.

In his view continued the wife who was opening the package of medicine for the husband. The man shook his head, waiting for Ayudia's thin hand to finish after handing it to Ilyas.

"This, now the cure is on the drink. If Ilyas doesn't get well tomorrow, I'll take him to the clinic." His threat with one hand looked up containing four medicinal tablets.

However, instead of accepting, Ilyas kissed his wife's lips.

Anxiety that had been held since he could finally vent. Even as a result of the sudden action, Qonni almost dropped the medicine in the hand that still looked stiff.

A few seconds of play, the man let go softly. The trigger for Qonni's reflexes hurriedly put all the medicine into her husband's mouth. After that, throw your face in shame.

Ilyas was surprised by the lips full of medicine, but the next split second laughed. While reaching for the glass and drinking the contents to the toilet, the drugs were immediately slid through his throat pushed by water.

The man got up just to lock the door. Of course, what Ilyas did made the woman freeze on the spot.

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Note: will their first night begin soon? Praying tomorrow I will not pray hehehe...