Seikhlas Clouds Accompany Rain

Strengthening the heart by faith

Having just arrived home, Qonni was moved by the presence of Ustadz Irsyad who is now sitting in the living room with Gus Muklis, Gus Lutfhi, and Gus Miftah. The middle-aged man who had just returned home from the holy land immediately approached his nephew when he had just arrived at the doorway.

"MashaAllah, sirde." Qonni grabbed his pliers and dyed them with reverence.

"Pie, Nduk is it?" Asked Irsyad while rubbing the head covered in black hijab.

"Well," he answered softly with a smile even with eyes that bore the river. "Sir has been since?" Reciprocity.

"Newly come," Ustadz Irsyad chuckled.

He himself did not immediately ask questions other than inviting Qonni to sit in a chair. The woman complied, following the footsteps of Irsyad who walked in front.

The living room in Bu Nyai Nur's house is quite spacious, there are even three sets of sofas in three corners.

"Gus I moved here first with this son of mine, yeah." Before sitting on an empty chair.

"The mango, Kyai." Gus Mukhlis responded with a smile.

"Alhamdulillah, please sit Nduk. Think of it as your own home," his entertainment responded to Qonni's faint smile.

Indeed, since the departure of Aaron the woman rarely spoke let alone smiled. He spends more time in his room. In addition to reduced morale, it may also be the effects of pregnancy in the first trimester that makes it must experience morning sickness every morning.

"When will the captain come home?" Weak question.

"Because morning, Nduk. And the sore went straight to Jakarta to see you."

The woman in a black jumbo quadrilateral hijab just looked at her heart while trying to smile thinly at her.

"She heard you're pregnant?"

"Yes," she said as she stroked her flat stomach.

"MashaAllah, but so it's regular, to?" Ask again attentively which is then answered with a slow nod of Qonni.

Oh my God, my son this one is usually noisy and the cherry is not playing. Hopefully, not protracted yes, Nduk. –binya while continuing to observe the facial expression of his nephew.

A speck of tears flowed down one of his cheeks, which Qonni hastily removed. The woman bowed her head, when tears flowed even though she promised herself not to cry anymore in front of people. However, when he saw Ustadz Irsyad somehow he just wanted to spill his sadness again.

"Eees. ra popo, Nduk." Ustadz Irsyad patted Qonni's shoulder affectionately.

"Sorry, Pakde. Qonni still. If asked about the fetus in my womb. I remember A–A'a. Hicks!" The woman was as excited as she was in front of Ustadz Irshad. After two weeks of widowhood he never spilled his sorrow on anyone other than God where he poured out his heart.

However, when faced with a man with an aura of calm as if to encourage him to reveal whatever is in his head even though not all.

"Why should I continue my life normally after this, sir?" The woman squeezed the hijab on her chest. "I–I need, A'a. I need..," Qonni was unable to continue his words.

While Irsyad was just nodding around, letting him release all the emotions that were locked up in his soul at this moment. Crying with a stifled voice in front of him.

Qonni took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly. "Want to say this is not fair, but in fact A'a has God. Same with me, right?"

"Yes, Nduk," replied Irsyad softly.

"So I have to be sincere when A'a goes home to the owner?" He asked her a nod of the head. "But why is it so hard, sirde? Qonni wasn't ready for all this. Qonni could not have built the foundation of my son's faith with one wing. How can I carry A'a's trust if my knowledge is not as high as my husband's?"

Irsyad grabbed the hand that held firmly on the lap of the woman.

"This, it's only a matter of time" he said, loosening a grips full of anger at Qonni's hands.

The woman in front of Irsyad just lowered her head while looking at her own hand that was being held.

Qonni closed his eyes for a while, until the clear circles in both eyes fell.

"about your son, you don't have to worry about his future. You know the Prophet Muhammad, He was the same in staying dead his Father while still in the womb. Then followed his mother when he was a child. What reason? For Allah is the One Who will educate the Prophet, not his parents. So you don't have to worry about what God has told you for your son."

"yes, Sirde."

"The matter of his faith later? You just have to work your way up to become a Sholehah woman, and then pray a lot at the Thing that turns the hearts of men upside down." Irshad pointed up, "i.e., Allah Jalla Jalaluhu."

Qonni nodded his head while bowed.

"Believe, to? God is power?"

"Yes, sirde," he replied.

"Yeah, wes. No need to worry about your fate, your son's fate. Usually next to the wound there will be a cure. Patience, Nduk. Slowly, God will heal your heart."

the woman nodded back, saying.

"Now you may cry because you miss your husband, please. But still, never denounce your destiny and your husband. For it is the same as defying the commandments of your Lord."

Qonni continued to respond with a nod of his head while hesighfar each time Ustadz Irsyad gave his advice.

While rubbing his own stomach trying to make peace with everything that happened to him. And sincerely with Aaron's departure forever.

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A few months passed...

Ilyas was delivering an order to one of his High School friends at one of the hospitals in Babelan. Because it happened that his friend was working as a staff there, so all through he immediately drove him.

"Now, Yas. Thank you very much, far away to nyamperin here," he said while handing over the money.

"Thank God, no papa. I told you, Anna wants anther goods through this area. So all right, thank you, yeah."

"Either. Sorry to have to go back to work."

"Yes, yes.., Anna wants to go home too."

"Be careful, Yas."

"Wokay!" Ilyas closed the zipper of his bag. Where he was standing in front of the door of the CT-SCAN room which happened to be his hallway was currently quiet.

While walking out of the hospital building, the man continued to think about his next destination, which was to deliver goods to one more place after that stop by the warteg to buy a side dish because he did not have time to cook this morning.

When his steps passed through one hall he turned to the right side, where the poly content. It was there that he accidentally saw a pregnant woman sitting with her father and mother.

"Jude?" mumbling observed. He was in Babylon, so it would not be wrong if he could meet Ayu here.

I hear now Ayu lives with her parents again. –batinnya continue.

Ilyas counted the months, and remembered that the woman was about to give birth. He also paused for a moment thinking about something. At the same time, Qonni moved out of his position and entered the polystyrene with his mother.

The man with thick glasses perched on his face sighed, for some reason when he saw Qonni he again felt compassion with his widow status, the woman had to undergo her own pregnancy without a husband figure.

But not only that. To be honest, the feelings towards his deceased friend's wife were still there so it came to his mind if he wanted to marry Ayudia Qonniah and help take care of Aaron's child in the woman's womb. Ilyas again breezed away to continue his work.