Seikhlas Clouds Accompany Rain

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A hijab girl stepped in and opened the door. The part of the neck bone that is problematic and the pelvic bone is not so painful. But still, he must be careful when stepping or maybe when laying his body on the bed.

The next few minutes, Bu Sofian entered, putting some of the collected fruit in one container onto the table. While Fatimah sat pensively on the edge of the bed while hugging a doll that used to be her bedmate.

"Mom's grateful you can go home, Fat. After this take good care of yourself. Because I'm sad to see you why." Wejangan Bu Sofian implies the affection of a mother who is worried about the condition of her daughter.

The girl nodded. The mother who was sitting next to him clasped his daughter's hand.

"Are you still looking lethargic, Fat?"

"Who's lethargic, Mom. I'm ordinary," he replied. Even though his mother actually knows what makes his daughter not taste alive.

"Mom just wants you to forget that guy. He's married, Fat. How else."

Fatimah breathed. His body got up and walked slowly to the spacious window with white curtains.

"You think Fatimah didn't try?" tanyanya while staring at the road that looks from the corner stand up. "But it's not easy, it takes time, Mom. I've admired him since the time to adolescence.mas Ilyas his first love Fatimah, Mom. Even in Islam you cannot confess love to anyone who is not the mahram."

"Mom understands that, Fat. Well, I just hope, you are soon given a soul mate. So that my heart's wounds may heal."

Fatimah did not answer. He was thinking of taking the S2 study abroad. At least hear that way he can avoid the new husband and wife.

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On the other side...

Just as they had arrived, Ilyas went straight to his sleeping daughter in their bed. A cheerful curvy smile, his spirit recovered while his eyes looked at this still-holy creature.

"Duh, I haven't seen you all night, Abi miss you, son." The bespectacled young man rubbed his reddish little cheeks.

Her skin was pure white, declining from her late father. Not only the color of the skin, his face was like Aaron in the female version.

It looks adorable, when Nisa's lips come forward like they're sucking on a milk bottle pacifier. Ilyas laughed softly.

"Run, Aaron.." he murmured to Aaron's figure in the sachet's package, which was in Ilyas' shadow. Hehe.

"Mas!"

"Yes?" Ilyas turned his head back, because at this time his hands were resting on the right and left side of his daughter, curled.

"Lunch first."

"Yes, just a minute." Ilyas returned to his daughter. "Keep, this, Nisa?"

"Later on up, really. Yuk.." - Yuk..."

Ilyas nodded, should kiss the child. But because the body still feels less fit, he canceled.

...

As time approached dusk, after the Ashar prayer congregated in the mosque, the man again felt shivering. So he decided to rush his body on the bed.

A few minutes later, after taking Nisa out for a meal, the woman went into the room to approach her husband, who did not come out.

"Mas, why? Sick again?" tanyanya approached the husband who was cowering under the blanket.

At the touch of Ilyas's forehead, which turned back feverish.

"No, I still have a fever."

"Later if you take the medicine also lightly again, Dek," he replied as he held the hand of Nisa hanging nearby.

"Don't be a fool. You always drop it when it comes to the afternoon. Let's go to the doctor, yeah, let's know what's sick."

"No, Dek. Actually, deh.., I just need a break."

"Kan, it's always been. Yesterday I understood, now Mas must obey. Let's go to the hospital."

The young man who was burrowing half his face shook his head.

"Why not, anyway?"

"No papa. I'm gonna take some medicine."

"Mas, don't want to be healthy, do you?"

"Yes, Deck."

"If you want why it's so hard. Just check it out at the clinic."

Ilyas fell silent, his hand still swinging Nisa's hand.

"Come, Mas, let the spit heal. If it's rich in gini, how do you want to recover try?"

"I never get treatment if I get sick, Dek."

"That was before you married me. Now then? You have a wife and children who need to be with you in good health."

The young man's smile curled thinly at the slightly pale lips.

"Where do you want, huh?"

"Yes. Just check it out..."

"Yes, yeah..., what else? Mostly afraid to see a doctor," he sneered at the young man who was just silent. Slowly get up while holding the blanket. Hurry to get ready, before heading to the general clinic.

...

Setiba is there. The young man was a lot silent, more tense. Even the hand that held his wife's hand seemed to be squeezing strongly.

"On behalf of Muhammad Ilyasa." A sister exclaimed from behind the open door. "Father of Muhammad Ilyasa! Is there a patient named, Muhammad Ilyasa?"

Qonni turned towards her husband, then elbowed him until the young man next door gasped and turned his head.

"On the call" whispered Qonni.

"Again, in the name of Muhammad Ilyasa!"

"Sa–me." Stiffly the glasses-clad youth stood up.

"Please enter the examination room, sir."

"Thank you" said Ilyas before turning to his wife. "My company."

"Yes, Mum." The woman next to him nodded while holding back a laugh.

Eventually, the two entered the treatment room together.

Astaghfirullah, don't like the smell of the cure. Do not like the same injection tool. –dubuh in the heart.

The examination was carried out by a male doctor. Ilyas who is now on the bed, a little feel comfortable.

"Have the base checked the lab?" Ask the doctor. The man shook his head. "Yes, this I love you for twenty-four hours of observation. If the pain is still relapsing, just come back here again.

"Thank you, Doc." Waiting for the doctor to write a prescription, Ilyas breathed a sigh of relief.

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With a calm face the couple came out of the clinic building. Ilyas asks Qonni to sit in the back while he drives his own motor vehicle.

"You were so tense, Mom?"

"I'm tense, because I'm a bit traumatized by the syringe."

"Trauma?" So Mas Ilyas was scared of being injected. Pantesan nolak continued to be taken to the hospital.

"There used to be an incident, which made me faint because of the fault of the puskesmas."

"What mistake?" He asked while waiting for the man to install a helmet hook.

"Yes, they've injected the wrong part of the blood vessel. As a result, the blood vessels rupture. Blood keeps coming out. That's why I fainted because of the blood. And until now I've been traumatized by being taken to a health facility."

Qonni mangosteen understand. Both are now riding on the bike. Then continue on the way home.

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