Seikhlas Clouds Accompany Rain

The collapse of the heart wall

The closer the step, the rhythm of Ayudia's heart becomes more irregular. The cold sweat on his hands began to be felt. It's not the first, but why does it feel so cold.

Kreeeeett... The creaking of the bed made Qonni shift a few inches, as the man sat by his side. Ilyas grabbed Qonniah's hand and stuck it on his own forehead.

"I don't have a fever" he said, smiling innocently with hidden meaning.

Qonni himself pressed down slowly. Shaking hands when attached to the jidat Ilyas also felt by the man.

"No, I'm still doing a little bit, Mas" Qonni argued, pulling his own hand.

"What time?" Ilyas lowered his face, peeking at Qonniah's increasingly bowed face. "Dad?"

"Emm...?" The woman by his side glanced for a moment then turned away again.

"Liat, Mas, dong," he said, so inevitably the woman returned to set her eyes in doubt on Ilyas.

Come on, you're no longer a girl. Maybe people would scream like that so their vegetation saw Qonni's behavior.

But, believe. What Qonniah felt was different. A few years of marriage, then separated by death is not an easy matter to re-accept a new partner, especially her friend from her own husband, who married her without the process of courtship.

Thin and white hands belonging to Qonni. Move it up the lap.

"This life, it's amazing, isn't it?" he said while linking fingers, kissing gently and then piling up again on the back of Qonni's hand with his other hand.

The female eyes before him blinked occasionally. Calmness began to feel when the Netra looked at each other.

"If you may be honest, then you were poison to my faith. But who would have thought, Allah SWT has turned you into a very sweet honey."

One kiss in the hand he received again. Qonni remained silent. For some reason, since marrying Ilyas he even prefers to be a listener.

"I was able to live without thinking of you. But the truth is, fate brought me back to fight for you. It's not easy, but you're my wife now. I'm grateful, Dek."

A thin smile curled at Ayudia's sweet lips. He lowered his face embarrassed. Ilyas touched the chin then lifted it up.

"Now I want to ask, is there any compulsion when you accept me?"

A difficult question to answer. Should he be honest, or choose to be silent. If the word is not sincere actually not too. There must have been a strong consideration as to why he was finally willing to marry again.

"Forced huh?" asked back, Qonni shook his head. The little motion on the woman's head was like a fresh breeze blowing into her body.

"There's no way I'm forced to accept someone who will be my companion for the rest of my life. But if Mas suspects my love for Mas Ilyas has not been fully present, it is true..."

Qonni mutely, making sure Ilyas' facial expression does not turn red from disappointment. Instead the man was a mangosteen-beard with lips still curling a smile. For a long time, he had been resistant, not wanting to discuss this in fact because he was afraid of disappointment. But eventually, they can start to open up to each other.

"Sorry, if I can't be the woman you're expecting."

"No, really." A hairband held together the black strands on his wife's head. Pin one side to Qonni's ear.

Ilyas tilted his head to look at the face that was increasingly trying to avoid his gaze. While the warm palm is still attached to the cheek of the wife.

"Until this second, Mas has never been let down by you as my wife."

"But sometimes what I do is not entirely sincere" she said, feeling guilty. "I did it because of God. I love Him more and fear Him more. I just believe Aa's death until she presents you must not be without reason."

Silence, the distance of the face is very close, even the forehead that is still attached to each other is not able to make the woman move.

"So?" The question was of course immediately read by women in front of Ilyas. The young man looked deeply into the wife's eyes.

Silence was created again, Ilyas was only able to see the beauty that was in his wife a few days after the ijab qobul in the pledge. Isn't it not wrong if he wants to touch her now?

"Sir, I must serve my duty to you."

The pounding of women with this shoulder-length hair is getting faster. Even Qonniah could barely breathe due to his indignation when Ilyas started touching the buttons on the top of Qonni's shirt.

"You're ready, aren't you? receiving an inner living from Mas now?"

Lips that are tightly locked are increasingly unable to make a sound. There is no definite reaction that can be read clearly by this minus glasses man.

"But Mas is sick again," he replied not so clearly, after a few minutes of silence. Yeah, he's trying to get back to evading.

Ilyas smiled, he raised the tense face again. "It probably won't be more than fifteen minutes. That won't disturb my rest."

Gleeeek, both eyes twitching. Ayu is confused as to what to answer. If you reject sin, if it feels unable.

"Dec? Just shake if you are not ready we do it now, inshaAllah Mas still ridho."

He's been clean two days of great hadas. It would be a sin if she rejected her husband who was desiring her now, especially the man who had waited nearly ten days since they were paused.

A few seconds thinking again, Qonni's head finally nodded. Of course, that response made her husband even more widen his smile.

"Can?" Repeating the question to convince if the nod was a sign his wife was willing to be in the gauli.

Qonni nodded once more. Which of course makes Ilyas' lips mutter hamdalah. The man held out his hands in prayer after peeling his forehead once, then moving to both cheeks.

His two hands resting on Ayudia's shoulders began to move slowly, pushing. Ilyas splashed Ayu's body on the bed with white sheets patterned with flowers.

In the soft caress of Ayu's hair even if only at the top of her head. And began to lower his face, touching his wife's lips gently.

Feeling these perched glasses bothering, the man took them off and then resumed, fusing their lips together. Both Qonni's hands were raised, returning the arms of the husband who was hugging him.

The light that is still bright lights become a silent witness, when the fondling is poured out, stripping one by one the fabric attached to each body.

Now, they're completely fused. Along with the shedding of tears Ayudia as her husband began to shower her with love.

There is a feeling that gets stuck as these loving minutes go on. Yeah, the man's face on it isn't Aaron's. The sound of breath that was felt in his ears was not Aaron's breath. The skin of the man who came into contact with him did not belong to Aaron.

He gave up his body for another man. So the fortress of love that has been protecting the figure of Aaron from the throne of his heart.

Ilyas kissed the forehead of the woman he had finished watering his womb with his love. Looking at the tears drenching her cheeks, Ilyas gurgled Qonni's body inside the blanket.

"Sorry, yeah." His whisper felt guilty.

Trying to keep calm his wife who suddenly sobbed. The game was over, but because Ayu's crying made Ilyas unable to feel the pleasure of a hundred percent.

I must have hurt him tonight –Liar's mind keeps barging into his head. Ilyas regretted making Qonni cry the first night he touched her body.