Seikhlas Clouds Accompany Rain

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The woman with the hair down was closing her buttons. It was seen the toddler was already calmly asleep on the bed with a blanket covering part of his tiny body. After nursing Nisa to sleep, she immediately turned off the lights on the bed of her daughter. After that look back.

The husband also slept in a slanted position. Qonni sighed, seeing that Ilyas hurt his heart so much. While getting up, the woman was shaking the thermometer that was usually stored on the table near Nisa's bed. After that approach her husband just to check his body temperature.

Kliiiik. his thumb pressed the power button, and an elongated tool in the hand he put on the armpit Husband.

While waiting for her device to finish detecting body temperature, Qonni slashed part of her body tilted, touching her husband's forehead. Restore back and hold him.

In a deep look the shady face is closing the eyes. His once uncaring heart now turned to want attention. Is that a pinch of love present now?

I used to dislike that as much as you. Because you are noisy and pretentious, the mentang campus activists. (Qonni)

Slowly, his thumb moved up and down rubbing slowly. At the same time, the eyes of the man next door opened. In a tilted position facing the husband, the woman was stunned. Ilyas was the same, frozen with a look inseparable from his wife's eyes.

A few seconds looked at each other, admiring each other in the midst of silence. They began to drift in each other's minds.

Piiip... The sound of a thermometer that has been detected makes the woman realize then rise up, her hand takes out a body temperature detector and checks it.

As for the man by his side still in the same position, did not release the slightest glare at the wife who was now pinning some of her hair behind her ears while looking towards the digital figures.

Alhamdulillah, already not fever. –Qonni grateful, just his body was about to rise, the man held it by holding the arm of the wife.

The thermometer in Qonni's hand fell to the floor. Together with the body that goes into the arms.

It was certain that the surprised Qonni did not rush to get away. And now his body was locked, looking at his expressionless face, constantly aiming at him.

Ilyas what the hell do you want? Again sick, too. –The inner thought would do husband-wife relations like last night.

"Outside the rain" said Ilyas.

Qonni nodded innocently. He thought that speech was a question.

"The cold." Stimulating the embrace, the man kissed next to the ear, occasionally exhaling until the woman slightly inched in an amused manner.

"I turned off the AC" he replied, not understanding the man's intentions.

"No need," he said directly.

"Continue?"

Ilyas just shut up. But a moment later approached Qonni's face, until slowly the woman's eyes began to shut ready to receive a touch on her thin lips gently.

Qonni's hand, which also returned the arms of the man by his side, squeezed the soft t-shirt on the man's back, until the next few seconds were released.

The man smiled, waiting for Ayudia's eyes to open timidly. The woman's chest on her side appears to be up and down due to a strong heart rhythm, slowly her perian eyes re-open.

In a conscious state, for the first time, Qonni no longer viewed Ilyas as the source of his greatest regret to Aaron. Quite the contrary, he began to feel comfortable in the arms of men who were not wearing the glasses. Although not entirely.

"Mass?"

"Yes?" the answer was half whisper.

"No papa, if this step is slow?"

The man's lips again curled a smile. The silence of the night accompanied by the sound of rain outside makes the atmosphere more peaceful and comfortable.

"Better late than never, Deck. Anyway, Mas Ilyas is not grandiose. You can be your husband in the world, you are grateful."

"I mean, Mas?"

Ilyas stared seriously, the back of his index finger stroking his cheek.

"Hopefully, we can both be experts of heaven. And if you'd rather be Aaron's wife, Mas ridho, dear."

Qonni's heart rippled, as her husband understood the meaning of her words earlier. In addition, his last words. The girl's eyes also turned back.

The man's hands that did not fade the smile turned to rubbing the thin and very tempting lips of Qonniah.

"Thank you, be patient, Mom. Though I don't pantes to be fought like this."

"You don't pant or just the opposite? It's not that I don't know myself for approaching you."

Qonni was unmoved, while the two pairs of eyes were still locked together.

Not so, Mas. (Qonni)

"It is important to live as is. If there is a lack of me as a husband. I'm sorry, Dek."

"I'm the one with a lot of lack, Mom."

"We both have shortcomings and are trying to equip those shortcomings into advantages" Ilyas replied again.

"MashaAllah...."

"Love me ain't hard, Dek. Because you don't have to forget Him a hundred percent of your life. All you need to give me is your sincerity in accepting my presence as your second husband. And pray, I'm the last one in your life."

Responding with a nod of his head, Qonni immediately leaned his head on the husband's chest, as he himself did not understand how to convey the feelings of his heart at this time. While Ilyas, it is not men who have to admit their shortcomings in front of women who often do not even sincerely serve the obligation as a Wife.

A' Aaron, sorry. My heart may start leaning towards him. However, you need to know that the two of you occupy different positions. Equally special with your respective advantages.

A sweet kiss was received by the woman on the head, as Qonni's hands tightly embraced Ilyas's body.

Oh my God, I want to really love this man, now. (Qonni)

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More than ten days after the woman returned from the hospital, Fatimah was able to return to teaching.

Some of the fellow teachers approached, asking Fatimah if she had completely recovered. No exception Ayudia, the woman was also impressed among a handful of people. Not to chat, just a handshake and then sit back in his chair.

Qonni is grateful that his partner has recovered, although not one hundred percent. In this first hour both Fatimah and Qonni both have empty hours. Some teachers have already started walking towards their respective classes to teach. Only a few people remained, some of them were absent.

Silence enveloped this quiet office atmosphere. Neither Qonni nor Fatimah spoke to each other. Not wanting to linger with the clumsy conditions, the woman took out candy from inside her bag.

"Mother Fatimah, will you?" Offering while holding out a package containing five candy seeds.

Instead of receiving. The woman only glanced at her before ignoring Qonni by opening a book.

Slowly, the hand was pulled back. Qonni felt this should be straightened out. Because, he himself did not know what was the cause of Ms. Fatimah suddenly behaving like this to him.

It was past the first hour that Qonni and Fatimah rose. Prepare to work as a teacher.

Because going out together usually other teachers will walk side by side to their respective classes. Just like Qonni and Fatimah should be. However, in contrast to this time, Fatimag just continued to walk in front of not want to be next to Qonni as usual. Even he continued to deliberately accelerate his pace without caring about his condition.

A pencil box fell off. Qonni hurriedly approached to pick it up, ahead of the girl in front who realized her belongings had fallen.

"Thank you" he answered coldly, receiving a pencil case handed out to him. The girl immediately twisted the body back to continue her steps.

"Mother Fatimah!" Call Qonniah, make Fatimah stop stepping. "Can we talk?" continued.

Fatimah who did not look at all seemed to sigh, while one hand clenched firmly.

"I can't promise, Ms. Ayu," he said later.

"Just ten minutes, during the first hour of rest at the school mosque," Qonni persuaded with hope. "I beg you, Miss Fatimah. We need to talk."

Without making a sound, the girl nodded in agreement. His steps swung back, leaving a stunned Qonni in his place looking at the girl in front.