Seikhlas Clouds Accompany Rain

Love nature

"Sick, right? Hanging a love that has no riddho in it?"

The words of a woman named Maryam Chwa struck the heart of Fatimah who was at noon today attending the twelve book launch seminar of the Chinese writer. Wife of the famous Habib Bilal Asegaf.

The pain of his gaze led to the tile floor covered by the red carpet. Among the dozens of women present, only he felt every word that came out of the mouth of the beautiful woman in the allotment to him.

"Put up for a moment, beautiful. Look at yourself clearly. Don't let lust pollute your soul to continue judging destiny. We— is not a match."

Maryam's delicate voice was able to tear back these dried up tears. The head of the woman sitting in the middle row lowered her head, closing her mouth tightly.

Right, how heavy the heart, raging in the head. Tears had been running out since the young man got married. In fact, he forgot. When was the last time he felt joy in living his days.

Now he was eager to follow Maryam's words. About sincere in releasing love that is still haram to be fulfilled. Not to hinder a real soul mate

An hour later...

When they wait in line to ask for the author's signature in the new book. The woman in a milk chocolate hood was already in the second row, soon to the author who did not fade his smile.

"Assalamualaikum, Sister Maryam," he said after arriving in turn.

"Walaikumsalam warahmatullah, what is his name?" Mary asked after shaking hands.

"Fatimah, sister," he answered.

"MashaAllah, what a beautiful name" she said with a smile, ready to sign the book 'The Truth of Love' by Maryam Chwa.

The girl in front of him smiled as she thanked him.

"Have married?" tanyakanya.

"Yet–" replied Fatimah.

"Hopefully, after this you meet your soul mate," he said as he thrust a book at her again.

"Aamiin, thank you for your prayers, brother. Honestly, I really like Sister Maryam's novel, especially this one. It's real in life."

"MashaAllah, thank you. You're too flattering. I also thank you for coming."

"Together, Brother." The girl shook her outstretched hand, then stepped out of line.

In the face of women who still greet one by one from their fans with a feeling of admiration.

Little did she know from the viral news about the author who had been in the polygamy of her ex-husband just because he could not give children. Then met the figure of a replacement man who really sincerely accepted it.

Aaaah, it's nice to feel that way. Can I be like Maryam Chwa? Getting a better replacement?

Fatimah behind the body, the woman with the black robe began to step out of the room while hugging the author's latest favorite book.

Because the event has been completed, of course, for attendees who have received the author's signature will go home immediately.

The elevator door opened, the girl was stunned for a moment when she saw the man with the typical piece of police officers.

"Fati?"

"Come, Fat. You're coming down, right?"

The woman was confused, she turned her head back hoping that someone else would use the elevator, in order to avoid being alone in this non-transparent room.

"Fatimah?"

Sighing, the woman finally relented. Kasian was also on the man in front who had held the elevator door for quite a long time.

Now by giving it a distance far enough. Both of them stood facing the closed door. In contrast to Fatimah who was still consistently facing forward, the young man next to her actually repeatedly glanced towards the woman at the side.

"What event?" prima asked, breaking the silence.

"Only attend regular seminars" the answer is short. While the one next to round his lips was bearded. "Mas Prima himself, abis what show?"

"I've been attending a professional friend's wedding."

"alone?" ask Fatimah.

"Same him anyway, but the others are already downstairs. Coincidentally I've left something behind, so it goes up again."

Fatimah mangosteen, from this short conversation not once the girl turned to Prima. Unlike the young man next to him, who did not give up the slightest look while speaking. He could only see Fatimah's face from the side.

"You're alone too?"

"Yep–"

"Women usually do not dare to go anywhere themselves" he replied just for fishing.

"Why not be brave? After all, while still maintaining a closed appearance and sure to be protected by the Almighty, I will not be okay."

The man smiled faintly, rightly so...

A few seconds later the door opened, Fatimah nodded once, saying goodbye to Prima before coming out first. While the young man caught up and stood in front of the back closed elevator door.

In his view continued a graceful woman with her shar'i appearance. Given the request of his parents to immediately find a mate. It seems like he is starting to have answers to questions that are almost every day presented to him, if he has now found the right candidate to marry.

***

The car that Fatimah was driving had already started to enter the road to her residence. Passing through the neighboring houses, Ilyas' house is no exception.

He saw the man's motorbike parked in front of the house. If before he always pounded at once happy every time he saw the red motorbike owned by Ilyas. Not anymore...

The car stopped in front of a slightly open gate. The girl went down first to widen the gate.

"Mother Fatimah!" Call Qonniah at sebrang. Fatimah lazily turned to the source of the voice, the place where the woman stood while widening her smile.

Fatimah just realized this is the weekend. It's definitely the new couple's schedule to stay here. Just responding with a resounding smile, Fatimah hurriedly opened the door wider. Avoiding the gaze of women who are still glued across the street.

And after the girl got into her car, she carried the speed of the vehicle into the fence of the house.

Qonni sighed, when he had not yet received a good response from his co-worker. In fact, he thought everything was over by the time of the conversation the other day. In fact, not so— judging from the attitude of the girl who was still cold to him, a sign that the girl no longer wanted to improve her relationship with Qonni.