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Prayer will continue to arrive

The sky outside was already bright, but it had not yet made Qonni's heart feel calm before seeing her husband come in good health.

A greeting rang out at the door, Bu Sofian and also Fatimah came. The hands of two women who were there by Bu Sofian, while in Mr. Ulum who was holding his grandson, he only cupped both palms.

Same with Bu Sofian, Fatimah kissed the back of Bu Aida's hand, respecting. Then faced with a woman who uses a black rope, because the mother was talking to Bu Aida who happened to be next to Qonniah.

There was not a word that came out of Fatimah's lips, nor did he seem to extend his hand to the woman who seemed to be waiting.

Qonni's smile melted the awkwardness, extending a hand. Until the hand of Fatimah also welcomed.

Ms. Aida invited them to sit down, after a pleasant conversation.

"My husband said, They're almost there. That's why I came here" said Bu Sofian while holding the hand of Bu Aida who was at his side.

Fatimah and Qonni sat next to each other in a chair without talking to each other. It was actually a bit strange, and uncomfortable for Qonni. However, he himself was confused to want to talk about what for the sake of melting the atmosphere. Be he just listen, the voice of Bu Sofian who continues to tell about the chronology of the incident last night.

Until either Qonni or all of them who were there could finally breathe a sigh of relief when the car driven by Mr. Sofian arrived, then stopped next to the car driven by Fatkhul Qulum.

Haru saw the condition of Ilyas, the woman with pink hijab was glazed waiting for their slow steps to approach.

"Assynnya!" greet Ilyas to all who welcome him. Including Bu Sofian and also Fatimah.

Fatimah's eyes look poignant on the hands of Ilyas who was being kissed by Ayu. However, he was stronger than before. He was able to come to terms with the fact that Ilyas was indeed for Ayudia.

Seeing the arrival of Ilyas, the neighbors began to arrive one by one to ensure the condition of the bespectacled man who had done his heroic actions.

***

At nightfall, the two of them still returned to Babelan but without carrying Ilyas's motorbike. It was also agreed by his two younger brothers. Because Ilyas does need comfort in order to recover his wounds.

After all, when in Babelan, Qonni could be more focused on caring for her husband because of the mother who could temporarily handle the task of looking after Nisa.

Qonni rubbed the bandage covering Ilyas' wound on his arm using his index finger.

"It's a long one, too, Mom?" ask the woman while focusing on Ilyas's wounds.

"Lumayan, Deck. That is why it took so long to handle it" replied the man who was sitting in front of his wife.

"The blood doesn't stop." Qonni's gaze was pointing up. "Still sick?"

"Udah is not so felt. Unless you press, it will hurt again" he said.

Qonni sighed. "How can you still laugh, anyway?"

"The gas was almost a woe. After all, what you experience is not something that can be underestimated."

"I know, but what I do is just a spontaneous act when I encounter a crime."

"The thing is, you're alone, ma'am. It's just scratched, if the mas is stabbed? Why not scream." The same question as what was asked by Mr. Sofian this morning.

Ilyas just smiled, before giving a flash on the lips of Qonni who just silently received it.

"You're worried about me?"

"Obviously I'm worried, Mom. Your question is strange." so much so as to make a small ruckus come out of Ilyas' lips.

"What worries?" Ilyas asked then while propping up his chin with his other hand.

The two eyes of Qonni seemed to be bewitched, so that it could not be separated from the net belongs to the husband. The shadow of Aaron's death returned, how dark and tormenting it was. Living in a beautiful garden that suddenly lulu lantak in an instant.

If asked what worries? Of course, his worries cannot be measured. Before this there were days when the world was very dark, even life that was tossed around seemed to have no meaning.

Only a rainstorm was seen that he never knew when it would subside. It ends in loss of identity, and also the power that even drowns is consumed by the liquefaction of destiny.

A clear thread glides slowly from one of its neutrals. Ilyas hastily removed it, and the hand was hurriedly held with both hands. He kissed many times, what an act beyond expectations of the man in glasses.

"You won't know, Mom. What was my concern last night." Qonni clasped her husband's hand, his gaze again leading sadly to Ilyas. "Don't freak me out again. Do not try to force this heart to accept loss, for my love has begun to grow. The roots are starting to strengthen."

Ilyas was stunned, his heart thump felt even stronger when he heard the words that had just been spoken.

"I'm afraid of losing you, Mom. I don't want to lose the man I love a second time. So please don't be rash when you act, take care of yourself for me?" With tears breaking.

Ilyas' eyes condensed, his lips smiling faintly. The throbbing pain in the former stitches seemed to disappear for a moment. Ilyas approached, then landed a kiss on the wife's lips. Until the soft and smooth motion is felt. Both enjoy a touch on each other's lips for a few seconds before then stopping and releasing them slowly.

Ilyas' smile. The taste of haru burst, in the kiss again the wife's forehead before hugging it tightly with one hand.

Today, he received two favors. Two prayers he has prayed over the past few years. That could be a good relationship again with Mr. Sofian, then the second is the love of Ayudia Qonniah.

His words were unceasingly echoed, as gratitude. When his prayer came to him. In fact, it used to be almost desperate. However, those resigned steps apparently led to his wish to be fulfilled.

Really, it's true. There is no prayer that will not return to the requestor. It's just that there are some possibilities that will be accepted. One will be given at least the same, the second will be delayed because of God's love for the lover, and the last is not given according to what is asked but replaced with a better one.

So keep a good prejudice over everything that has not been obtained. Because God did not not hear the prayer, only a little see the worth of the ora received it?

And again, humans are just ordinary creatures. Which will not come to the logic of Allah SWT...