Seikhlas Clouds Accompany Rain

Dating

In front of the mirror, this oval-faced woman was thinly dressing her face. Like the first time I dated.

Since this afternoon, Qonni has been busy choosing the right suit for him to wear tonight.

In the choice of plisket skirt moca color combined with a sweater milk brown accented maroon color line.

Lastly, he sprayed the spray setting on the face. Useful to lock facial oil and sweat so that the make-up does not fade quickly.

I use the pasmina. Qonni was busy installing the rectangular hijab, following the contemporary style. Because indeed, the girl is actually not as bad as Safa'i brother.

When he finished he stood in front of another mirror, whose height exceeded that of Qonni. His body twisted, looking around to see if it was really fitting.

The woman's smile grew shy. He realized, it is not appropriate to do something like this. In fact, tonight Qonni looks sweet because of his tiny body. People thought he was not married.

In the sense that it is enough, he also took a color Tote bag leg. And came out of the room to her husband who had been ready since.

....

Below, Ilyas was accompanying Nisa with Ulum who was also sitting in the living room. The light laughter of the two was heard, responding to an indistinct chatter from Nisa's tiny mouth.

He glanced at the door to the middle room for a while, before returning to Nisa, but one second later turned back towards the door in a quick motion. Stunned Ilyas Qonni appeared with his simple yet very sweet appearance.

"MashaAllah–" he murmured softly.

Mr. Ulum who realized Ilyas' gaze immediately turned his head back. Then smiling, he approached Nisa.

"Yuuuk, same Akung." Slowly carrying Nisa, the child complies even though he had rejected.

"Dad, sorry. Qonni and Mas Ilyas left not to take Nisa."

"No papa, son. Even I don't love you, if you take Nisa on the bike at night," she replied before kissing her lipstick cheek.

"Sir, it's been sucked, right?" Ask Bu Aida while stepping out.

"Udah, really. But Nisa doesn't want to sleep."

"Yo wes, no papa. He will sleep too. This is too sleepy."

Qonni nodded, after which Ilyas said goodbye. The hands of Ulum and Aida in turn. They both came out.

"Not wearing a jacket, Dek?" askinya in the courtyard of the house.

"It's a sweater, Mas. So it can stay warm."

"That, huh?" The man hooked the safety helmet on the chin while continuing to stare at Qonni's face.

"Why the hell?"

"What?"

"You're so worried about me. Is something wrong? My make-up is overdone, right?"

Ilyas smiled, hurriedly shaking his head. "I'm awed, Deck. You're so pretty tonight. Yeah, every day is beautiful. But now the rich are more powerful."

The woman in front of him blushed. "Udah hunted the way, afraid of the night."

"Emang why if the night. The food remains in the kok," led Ilyas to get a spoiled blow on the shoulder.

"Not that" he whined in response to Ilyas' laughter.

The bespectacled man ridden his motorcycle, then followed by Qonni piggybacking at the back. He took both of his wife's hands, bringing her forward.

"Handle, if you fall there is no more serep."

"Mas, am I a wheel?"

"not wheels. But the rare item, which only Ilyas had," he said, made Qonni smile.

The motor engine began to turn on, Ilyas read a prayer and then drove at medium speed out of the fence of the house.

Actually, he also went out at night while still alone after Aaron's passing. But usually not this quiet. Mostly, just to the mini market. Or take the thing he borrowed at his friend's place.

Qonni looked up, looking at Ilyas face from the side because his position was very attached to him so he could see the face of the man in front of him even if in part.

Mas Ilyas kok rich more and more emitting aura, huh?

Qonni smiled faintly, who momentarily dimmed when he realized. His gaze caught Ilyas from the rearview. The man was grinning with a seductive expression.

"The handsome guy? Look at that rich ampe."

The woman behind cleared her throat and turned her gaze towards the buildings lined on the left side.

Ilyas ************ Qonni knees while smiling to yourself. After that focus on holding the steering handlebar to his left again.

His eyes shifted to the rearview. The man looked seriously at the road. Qonni also tightened the embrace at the waist, then when the man in front turned to the rearview mirror again the woman smiled sweetly.

"MashaAllah, Dek... We are back-and-forth what is this? It's a date at home."

"Haha..." Qonni chuckles. If not hindered by the helmet she wants to lean on her husband's broad shoulder because of that comfort.

***

"Assynnya!" Ilyas exclaimed in front of the Cafe that looks quite crowded even though it is still opening.

"Valayam warahmatullah..." Giving up his job for a while to the wife who helped. The man with the thin beard and the knitting peci rushed over to Ilyas, then hugged him.

"Weeeh, the jengkol master. Inspiration..." Patting a man's back in his arms.

"Shukron.... Ane thought, Antum can't come."

"That's it, people eat free time not come?" Chuckles.

"It hasn't changed, this Antum." Inspiration laughs too. He turned to look at the woman next to Ilyas for a while, then returned to Ilyas with his index finger pointing at her. "MashaAllah, Antum's speech at the Haki kosan was granted?"

Ilyas chuckled, but he had forgotten but was reminded again. Inspiration head bobbles.

"Eh, the same time magrib is right. After we canterin this Ukhti?" continued later.

"Ehh.." Qonni just realized, one of Ilyas' friends who nolong him while in Bogor apparently this person.

"Yes really..." Ilyas nodded quickly. The laughter of the two still did not stop.

"Truly mustajab prayer during the Adhan huh? MashaAllah." Head bobbles. He turned to his wife and called the hijab-wearing woman.

A little moved the woman approached. Following her husband's call.

"Yes, this is my friend. While in college, as well as friends when Abang was still teaching in Cileungsi. And this is his wife" he said, introducing.

The woman cupped both palms in front of her chest to Ilyas. Then extended a hand to Qonni.

"Uswah–" he said introducing himself with a smile.

"Well," replied Qonni no less friendly

Richly this woman is the son of kyai or maybe a woman who has mondok in pesantren, deh. Seen from the chirp under his eyes. –comments in Qonni's heart on the beautiful woman in front.

"Please sit down, later let me prepare a special menu here. Waiting for the others?"

"Would we first come from another guest?" ask Ilyas directly.

"really so. They are Deket, he said. Can't wait to try the food at Abu Adzkia's shop." Clapping his own chest.

"MashaAllah–"

The man with the apron on his chest down to his knees chuckled, then allowed Ilyas and Qonni to sit down. Ilyas himself immediately took his wife's hand carrying the small steps to the table that looked empty and comfortable.