Seikhlas Clouds Accompany Rain

carve out memories

Once home, Ilyas did not go straight to his room. Because I saw my father-in-law still awake watching a Europa League ball game. Where the Toulouse team is facing Liverpool.

"You go up first, yeah. I want you to watch a ball, for a minute" whispered Ilyas near the stairs.

"Yes, Mum." Qonni grabbed the jacket and sling bag that her husband was wearing after that rose first, while Ilyas rushed to the television room.

"Assalamualaikum," he said slowly to the middle-aged man who was laying down on the sofa.

"Walaikumsalam, are you home?"

"Udah sir, just now," he answered while throwing his buttocks on another sofa, where Ilyas' eyes were fixed on a 40-inch flat screen.

"If it's a rest."

"Yes, Sir. In a moment." he replied with a smile. "It's still 0-0, huh?"

"Yes, just the first round. Both of them are good to play," replied Ulum focused on the competition on the screen.

While Ilyas looks mangosteen. His gaze led seriously to the match on the green field. The sounds signaling an anxiety on their lips were both heard occasionally, as the team they supported started attacking even close to breaking into the opponent's goal.

"Nearly!" Ilyas clenched his hands near his chin, muttering. Where Mr. Ulum chuckles before sipping coffee.

"That was less careful. Shoot it off in the distance."

"That's very true, sir." Before long Ilyas' eyes turned to Qonni who was already wearing a sleeping negligee with his hair down. Walked to his in-laws room.

As usual, Qonni will definitely approach his son to be taken to the upper room.

MashaAllah, my wife wears a negligee. –her lips comment on a thin smile. Because only this time he saw the woman using a negligee. Usually always one set of pajamas. The man got up when he saw Qonni back across without taking Nisa.

"Sir, I went up first, huh?" pamit Ilyas's.

"Aren't you done?"

"His luck, it was Liverpool who won, sir," he replied optimistically.

"Halaaah, rich shaman, play prediction." Both chuckle. Ilyas lowered his head politely after walking away from the television room.

Cklaafck...

Qonni turned towards the open door, as he was about to enter the blanket.

"Where's nisa?" Ilyas asked while locking the room door.

"Udah slept with Mom. And can't be moved."

"That, huh?" Ilyas sat on the side of the bed near his wife. The woman who was still taking her sitting position with her legs crossed under the blanket fell silent in astonishment.

"What, Mas?"

"No papa, Deck." On the door of the wife's hair. They were married for more than two weeks. But it still feels difficult to openly invite the wife to five.

Ilyas' gaze shifted focus on the small frame on the nightstand next to the sleeping lights. There, there is a portrait of Qonni alone with a view of Ranu Kumbolo. He grabbed it, it was followed by Qonni's eyes.

Qonni nodded, and before that on the table there were actually three photos. Two of them he kept, and only he left one after he decided to marry Ilyas.

"Then, actually Mas was also in ajakin. But because there are other interests so can not follow to Semeru."

The woman before him was pensive, staring at Ilyas' bowed face towards the picture frame in hand. After he lifted up, returning Qonni's gaze.

"If there's a chance— would, wouldn't you? If you go to Ranu Kumbolo again, same with me?"

Qonni's eyes were shiny, reflecting the light of the lamp. While the lips are silent, because confused want to answer what. For him, Ranu Kumbolo is a place of memories that he cannot go to anymore especially with others.

"Dad?"

"May I request somewhere else?"

"Why?" Ilyas leaned his face closer.

"I can't explain my feelings if I have to go back there, Mom."

Ilyas flirted, he began to understand. There must be some sweet memories with Aaron engraved there. Though he himself also wanted to carve the same story with Ayu. This is how difficult it is to love a woman whose soul is still confined to the past.

"How about we go to Bromo, Mas?" qonniah proposed upon noticing the slightly disappointed expression on Ilyas' face.

"To Bromo?"

"I want to see the sunset, Mas."

Ilyas smiled, then nodded. It was a good idea and he agreed. Beautiful location, often a tourist destination. It will definitely be the most beautiful moment for him and Qonni. Yea, tadabbur of faith, concerning the power of God.

"InshaAllah, we'll take a vacation, okay?"

"Yes, Mas. But what about Nisa?" Qonni's confused. Maybe He and Aaron were alone. If there were children now.

"That can be thought of later. The important thing now, this used to be–" his dream was to move Qonniah's hair behind his shoulders.

The woman fell silent, receiving a touch on the shoulder using the man's lips. Slow, gentle movements begin to rise up into the neck niche.

Qonni began to realize that her husband was desiring her tonight. And, of course he was having no reason to refuse other than surrender.

The kiss moved to the lips. While pushing slowly Qonni's body to let him down, the man began to play. While the hands move to the top of the knee, raise the negligee skirt until the pure white skin is visible.

A subtle sigh of Qonni was heard after the husband stopped his kiss. Ilyas himself immediately took off his t-shirt.

Back the man lowered the body, enjoying the halal land that he was free to do. Besides, he was grateful when the wife now looks more enjoy being under his game. Until, Ilyas himself did not need to feel any feelings of guilt.

Yeah, he's not Aaron. He's Ilyas... The man who now has the right to whatever is in me.

Qonni's gaze was fixed on the face of the man above his body. Then return Ilyas' embrace at the neck, and bring the face closer.

Ilyas kissed his wife's forehead after he was done with their business. Then the two hugged each other after enjoying the heaven-minute world they had just passed.