Seikhlas Clouds Accompany Rain

Realizing the mistake

The night was getting darker, the girl in the nightgown suit had not closed her eyes. Though his tired body had been lying down since earlier, hugging a long pillow with a blanket covering up to the shoulder.

A few minutes ago, Fatimah had just finished reading the book which on the first page contained the signature of Maryam Chwa, the author.

The one word at the end that makes him happy is; if you do not unite you and him, then it makes you feel the most unlucky human being. Supposedly ask again, is it true love or lust that has made you drown in the sea of sin.

Azaghfirullah al'azim

Suddenly I don't think about myself. A moment of lust made him blind to the true nature of love. About sincerity, about patience, and about piety. Allah SWT is never pleased with anyone who loves creatures more than he loves Allah and the Apostle. It had completely crossed the line, so this was how it ended up. He was tormented by his own feelings.

A sigh rang out from the lips of the girl, regretting. Then think, about the harmony shown the couple Ayudia and Ilyas very natural.

Ayu is seen watching Ilyas, as well as Ilyas who looks happy. They were so happy, that they made him think. Could it be that Ilyas would be so happy if he lived with her?

The answer is not necessarily— can be when with him, Ilyas is not at all happy. Especially if all he has is a body, not with his heart. What is there, the beautiful ark will turn into sadness because of the unrequited love even though it has been tied to the red thread of marriage.

Back those lips are special. Fatimah began to offer prayers of sleep and additional dhikr-dhikr, then closed her eyes.

***

Somewhere else.

The morning came after a few days. Now the glasses guy looks ready to wear his office uniform. Ilyas put his glasses in front of the mirror while his wife was breastfeeding Nisa who was on his lap.

"Mas, are you sure you want to go out today?" ask Qonni once again. The reason is not even a week old The man is resting. You should wait until it is completely healed.

"Sure, dong. I'm really healed, Kok," replied Ilyas with a smile.

His long steps swung closer to Ayudia Qonniah. Then sit on the side of his beloved woman. Rubbing Nisa's head that has been filled with elongated hair. In the kiss the head of the child who is still cool sucking ASI from the source directly.

Qonni's gaze was directed at him. "But use an online motorcycle, right, Mas? Don't bring your own motor."

"No, ah. It's good to bring your own bike. Then the motor was brought here with Ibnu and Abas yesterday."

"Yes I know, but the problem is Mas's stitching is loh. What will it hurt like? Don't be weird, Mas."

"Bismillah, dear. Pray I'll be okay with the bike. Later in the afternoon, Mas has tried muter-muter complex, practicing hands still linu or not, at the seams. It turns out it's not."

"Mas, this is what I said once. You were teaching in Cileungsi. Not rich location I work."

Ilyas smiled, one hand clamped on both cheeks of the wife until the lips of Qonni slightly pursed.

"Maaaas–" his whine asked to be let go. Ilyas chuckles.

"InshaAllah! I can, Dek," he replied optimistically.

Qonni also gave up. Want how else— Ilyas is one of the husbands who are firm on his wishes. Whatever if he already wanted then there was already nothing else that could stand in the way. Yes, more or less the same as Aaron. But Ilyas seems stronger about the establishment.

The woman's eyes were on the child who had let go of her suction. His lips that still show sucking motion look funny.

"The son of Abi has taken a shower, breakfast, now lives sleep, the pleasure of life—" he said making Qonni also chuckled while re-stitching his shirt buttons. "What time is it today, honey?"

"As usual, Mom. Because I don't have any show."

"Then, in the afternoon we go for a walk with Nisa. Picnic in the park Hope Indah."

"Well, I can, Mom. Deket is also the home of Mr. Irsyad. Later we stop by all– by chance, Pakde again in Jakarta."

Slowly put Nisa on the bed. Qonniah is getting ready. In front of her in the mirror. Her clothes are neat, she is ready to serve as a teacher even though she is still honorary as her husband. But sincerity for the sake of educating the nation's children never dampen their steps to continue to go to school every morning.

Their steps went out leaving Nisa for a while, before being taken over by the nanny. Where the middle-aged woman was apparently ready to wait downstairs.

***

At 12:25...

Qonni smoothed his face after finishing the congregational prayer. A girl who was about two meters from Qonni's position seemed to think. His gaze occasionally glanced before finally making a move, approaching Qonni.

"Bu Ayu–" call him. Qonni himself raised his head, until a smile reviewed from the sweet lips Qonni welcomed Fatimah.

"What's up, Miss Fatimah?"

"Can we talk for a second. After this, it's empty time, right?" tanyanya who answered a nod of the head by the woman next to her.

Some time later, when the mosque began to be quiet because the students and teachers who worshiped had left this place and switched to teaching and learning activities. The two sat facing each other in a women's saf.

The position of Fatimah who was sitting in a row was seen rubbing her own hands on her lap. The woman with the shar'i hijab was slightly bowed to the marble floor before her.

"There used to be a little girl who could not wait for the twilight. Because at that time he will be enthusiastic while bringing the face to the nearest mosque. Where at that time there was a very friendly santri always taught us to read the Qur'an, as well as giving a fairy tale about the friends," he said while imagining the past he had passed.

Qonni was silent listening. While looking at him, the middle one looks empty.

"The girl was amazed at the teacher, because her kindness and smile never faded away. She's Ustadz Ilyas, and that little girl is me."

The woman in front of Fatimah again staggered. But he was still trying to calm down, especially when the eyes of Fatimah returned to him

Fatimah bit the tip of her lower lip. The guilt gets stronger. He took Qonniah's hand carefully.

"I'm sorry, I have to tell you this again, Ms. Ayu. But believe me, I didn't mean to hurt Bu Ayu. Quite the contrary, I want to apologize for all my treatment that has been blinded by lust under the guise of love."

It was seen that Qonni's hand returned the grip of Fatimah's hand, although the lips were still silent.

"I am ashamed, for ignoring Bu Ayu, simply because of jealousy that should not exist. Without me knowing, if all this time love Mas Ilyas in fact only for one woman. That's you, Ms. Ayu. I am the one who is too imposing. I'm sorry, huh?"

"No, Miss Fatimah. It is I who should apologize. Because I don't understand you."

Fatimah shook her head, her lips smiling faintly. "Why understand me? me and Ilyas have nothing to do. The point here is I'm just jealous, and I admit it now. It was the wrong thing."

Qonni smiled, responding to the woman.

"Bu Ayu excuse me, right?"

"Sure, Miss Fatimah. I don't even think we have a problem."

Fatimah chuckled, "because I'm the one with the problem."

"Don't say that, instead I miss we can be close again, Ms. Fatimah. Is Miss Fatimah still willing to be friends with me," he asked in response to a nod of the head.

"Of course, Ms. Ayu. And that should be my question." The two chuckled awkwardly, with their hands still clasping each other.

"Alhamdulillah," he said before taking off his hand and they embraced each other.