Seikhlas Clouds Accompany Rain

About the situation getting warmer

Morning dawns the day. Outside the dim sky accompanied the woman was cooking fried rice for all family members in this house.

His hands clasped the spatula, while his gaze was giddy towards the front. Qonni was a little daydreaming, the shadow of last night was ringing. The feeling of guilt for feeling that she had betrayed Aaron continued to crush the soul.

Though not supposed, he continues to assume serving the husband who is now a betrayal of the previous husband. When death comes, all the affairs of the world are cut off.

He rubbed his eyes back. Trying to get rid of the uncomfortable feeling after the activity he did with Ilyas last night.

A pair of hands surprised him that suddenly coiled around his waist. Ayu drops a spatula in hand, then realizes her husband is behind her now.

"What cooking, kecium ampe outside the fragrant loh."

"Mas, later look at Abas with Ibn." Worried to see his brother-in-law. Ayudia's hand twitched, asking to be let go.

"They're another meeting of mosque teenagers. This is Mas coming home first, Dek." Kissing the shoulder, after that take down the spatula lying on the floor of the white ceramic.

Qonni was stuck, a male figure with his complete prayer clothes was flipping through the rice in the frying pan.

"You can turn on this old stove??" ask Ilyas. The woman shook her head.

"So Mas Ilyas cook water, so I don't matainin to finish making spices," he replied innocently. Which certainly makes the soul of mothers thrashing because of wasted gas, hehehe.

"Oh," Ilyas' lips rounded. He tasted his fried rice then mangosteen. "Just like Ayudia gore rice, it never fails."

Smile blushing at Ayu's show. He let his work be taken over by the husband. While he pulled the prayer mat still hanging on his shoulder.

"All right, honey." Ilyas removed his cocoon leaving a plain white t-shirt on the body.

"The guy, Mas?" Pointing a knit peci at the head of Ilyas.

"This is it. Still at home," he answered while moving the fried rice to the serving plate. Qonni nodded, he sauntered away from the kitchen.

***

Today the woman is not allowed to teach. Because not carrying his service uniform, even if you have to go back, it will definitely take a long time.

Contacting her mother via video call. Qonni chatted with the nimble and adorable child in his cute clothes.

"Dede sorryin Ummi, yes. Ummi keep Abi first..."

"Emang Ilyas is not well, Nduk?" Ask Bu Aida who is holding her granddaughter.

"Udah was kind of good he said, Mom. It's even outside, wipe the page."

"Your husband was diligent about killing your father, Kok. You can't make a break either."

Could it include asking for rations? Ilyas could not wait to be completely healed. So active. –Qonni smiled thinly, the gaze shifted briefly on the man who was greeting everyone who passed by with a face of sumringah, the, even with traders he did not know did not escape getting the friendly greeting.

How could his spit could be finished, if everyone is greeted one-on-one. Talked too... (Qonnese)

"Snake!"

"Yes, Mom?" Return her gaze to the screen. "

"Later to buy Nisa's soap. I saw you live a little."

"Yes, Mom. Qonni will stop by." Focus back on the camera. Qonni chatted cheerfully with his son who had laughed a lot this morning.

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"Related to go to Babylon now, Mommy?" Qonni closed the zipper of his bag after he finished spraying the perfume on the body.

"Yes, Honey. Kasian Nisa if she stays late." The head of Qonni. "So you said you wanted to stop by the minimarket first?"

"Yes, Mas. It's time for the monthly shopping."

"Ah, that..." Ilyas mangosteen while putting the comb on the table. After that it approached his backpack, took out something. "It's a darling."

An envelope with money and an ATM card.

"This what?"

"Saw me the whole thing. The same is in the envelope, money from my other side-work."

Qonni shook his head, "don't, Mas. I have my own income. Mas Ilyas has to hold Mas's own money."

"Yes, I know you exist, my dear. But the name of the living is obligation. It's your right, so hold it. I want to spend money, arranged by his wife."

"Love me no matter what. Not everything."

"What's wrong, anyway?" Ilyas chuckled, "I told you I wanted to give up all financial affairs with you."

"But what about Abas's needs?"

Ilyas smiled, "it's easy baby. Sami'na. The money in you, stay in you. About Abas, Trust God. So, take ya."

The man handed him his envelope and his ATM card. With this he is ridho, want what the money is.

"For, what?"

"Open up" she asked again. Inevitably, Ilyas finally complied. The young man opened his wallet.

Qonni was astonished, when the contents of Ilyas' wallet were clearly plastered in plain sight. Yeah, there's not a penny in his wallet.

Qonni hurriedly opened the envelope, there were about three million there. He took the origin, maybe half or more. He put the money in Ilyas's wallet.

"Daddy, what is this? No need to."

"Hold, Mom!" Qonni forcibly closed the black wallet in the hands of her husband. Makes the man stunned. "Name husband and wife, my husband is also entitled to hold money. So use this for Mas Ilyas's purposes."

"MashaAllah, but Mas it can still get daily money, Dek. That's why I love you all."

Qonni. "Save that money. Point!"

The young man grabbed the wife's body. Smell at the head covered in hijab. The mild fragrance makes Ilyas feel at home inhaling it.

"Thank You Darling. I'm sorry, if I can't give more to you."

The woman shook her head. "As long as Mas Ilyas allows me to work. InshaAllah, I will always be enough with whatever you love."

The glasses guy was stunned for a moment. Then release his embrace. In her eyes was a pair of hairy lentic. The warmth he showed, stroking the hair-covered forecaster of the hijab.

Ayu seems to love her job very much. If one day I ask Him to stop, what? Because, honestly. I'd rather my wife take full care of the household. (Ilys)

"Mass?" Call him make a short daydream Ilyas crumbs. "Udah is getting noon. Even one more hour into Dzuhur's time.

"Yes, Deck."

Qonni touched her husband's forehead to make sure that his fever had completely healed.

"Where is it okay, right?" Ilyas asked, locking his wife's waist with both hands.

"Yes, Mum." Nodding. Mercifully...

"Mas hasn't said thanks yet."

"Make?" One eyebrow raised.

"Make the last night" he replied whispering in Qonni's ear. Suddenly the woman pushed her husband's widened chest more tightly holding his wife's waist.

"Why should I get ingetin?"

"Who is spanking. I'm just saying thanks."

"Yes, I remember. Again..."

"Why do you remember again?" Still reeling from Ayudia Qonniah's pouting expression.

The man immediately grabbed Ayu's sweet lips, playing for a while which if calculated more than ten minutes.

"My lipstick is gone" she protested again after the kiss was released.

"Hahaha, it's still red, really, baby."

"Red what? The one that moved to your lips all right."

"Times?" Ilyas looked at the mirror. Right, his lips are red. He also laughed. "So sexy gini..."

"What the hell, you?" Qonni smacked her husband's flat chest.

"I've returned, yes." Not to release his wife. He just went back to continuing the action, kissing until satisfied.

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A few minutes of joking in the room. They're out of the house. Ilyas immediately locked the door due to the state of the empty house. Calm down, the three brothers all hold the keys to their respective homes. So there is no need to leave the key outside so that anyone who goes home first can still enter.

Ilyas approached the bike, put a helmet on for his wife even though he said, Qonni can install it himself. In fact, the man was tight, the helmet was mounted perfectly both rise alternately.

And when Ilyas's two hands held Qonni's, he pulled him forward. Until both the wife's hands lock on the flat stomach. A car passed, then stopped in front of the fence of Mr. Sofian's house.

In the car, Fatimah was stunned. His gaze was directed bitterly at the couple.

On the other hand, Qonni seemed to be going down to greet the woman who had just returned from the hospital. But Ilyas was arrested.

"We're gonna walk, Dek." Ilyas hastily turned on the motor.

Intentionally he kept his distance, he did not want his relationship with Pak Sofian's family to be increasingly murky. Qonni's intentions were good. Not everyone can understand with positive thinking, right?

Motor running, slow. While pressing the horn he greeted Bu Sofian who was opening the iron gate.

"Exhibit!" sibir Pak Sofian after the man passed by. While behind, the girl bowed while squeezing the device on the lap.