Seikhlas Clouds Accompany Rain

Yes, This is Love.

Ilyas tightened his glasses, his lips still muttering softly completing the recitation of the holy verse of the Quran. A routine activity before going to bed is to take the time to read Al Mulk.

Like the word of the Prophet SAW. "Whoever reads the letter of Al Mulk every night, Allah SWT will spare him from the torment of the grave with the letter," (HR An Nasa'i)

In another corner, Qonni broke Nisa's sleeping body after a few minutes and suckled her.

The woman massaged the shoulder that felt sore, even though it was only a few minutes to hold Nisa. Yes, the child was already heavier, making himself feel tired faster every time he held the child with a long cloth for a long time.

Slightly dragging his feet, Qonni sat down on Ilyas' side. The bespectacled man then glanced over and finished his glare.

"Is the shoulder sore?" Ilyas asked as he closed the mushaf in hand, and placed it on the table.

"Yes, Mas. Gini if later carried Nisa using a long cloth," he said still continue to massage one of his own shoulders.

"Here, Mas, help with the incandescent." Ilyas took over, sat behind his wife and began to massage her slowly. "Usually use hipseat sling, when riding a motorcycle, dear. Why not wear it?"

"Lupa— this morning I went into the washing machine, Mas." Both Qonni's hands rested on the lip of the bed. Enjoyed a gentle massage from her husband.

Ilyas was silent for a moment, with his hands still moving massaging his wife's shoulders.

If you think too pity Qonni and his son, because everywhere must use a motorbike. There is a car in this house. Inner Ilyas pinched.

"Sir, sorry, Mas, huh?"

"I'm sorry for what?"

"Yes because, Mas, can't bring a car, you and Nisa are so hard."

The woman in front smiled. "Geez, Mom.. I think I'm sorry for what? But I never thought about how when we go around on a motorcycle. Isn't it, a lot? couples who ride motorcycles everywhere?"

"Yes, but kan—"

"But, what?"

Ilyas did not answer, his hand seemed cool to move all strands of Qonniah's hair to the left side. Until the skin of the shoulders on the right is visible. The man kissed her, while the one in front closed his eyes for a moment. Before getting a hold of Ilyas in the back.

"I'm sorry, I've brought you to this kind of life" he said with his chin resting on his wife's shoulder. In his mind, he had already brought his wife to a life like He had felt all along.

"Why should you say that anyway. Um, did Ilyas forget? My life used to be heavier than it is now." Qonni looked straight ahead.

His mind drifted to a few years ago, when his tiny body was in the middle. Between Father and mother, while in front there is Mba Safa. The four of them rode a butut bike that somehow had to experience leaking tires. Simultaneously break through rain or heat when hot, while traveling.

Not infrequently, envy comes when side by side with a car at a red light. Where he saw two children his age were playing in a comfortable iron vehicle without rain like him. Without having to feel stuffy when wearing one coat to be together.

"I never worry, Mom, for our lives. Now, what I'm strengthening is my gratitude with whatever I have. Including, Kamu—" Qonni's right hand pulled Ilyas' cheek, before the two laughed softly.

He kissed her many times the neck recess, before staring straight back at the window before the two of them.

"The wheels aren't always downstairs, you believe in that, do you, Deck?"

"Very, Mas" replied Qonni.

"And you believe, don't you? if, um, you're gonna be a successful guy?"

"Obviously I'd believe it. The fate of someone who can predict? May Allah love good fortune for you, to achieve what you expect."

"Mas will reach for the stars ahead there. Although impossible, but still—"

"Jadda wajada man!" Simultaneously the two said the magic spell of the people of Sholeh, before equally chuckling.

"Dreams, Mas. MashaAllah..." Ilyas who was anxious immediately kissed his wife's cheek long enough.

After the kiss on the cheek came off, Qonni's face turned a little. He set his eyes on Ilyas' pair of eyes. The man behind approached slowly, with his gaze starting to glare. However, their lips had not touched an index finger attached to the man's lips.

"I haven't locked the door yet" whispered Qonni as he moved. The man behind smiled, suddenly rising in desire. Highlight his eyes following the step of the wife towards the door, He followed.

Ckraa... Along with the locked door, Ilyas re-embraced his wife's body with a small slip of his hand into Qonni's clothes. Kissing the neck, up to the ear. Qonni's eyes began to close, when he began to feel touch in the chest.

The man twisted Qonni's slim body to face him. His hands moved, holding the wife's face.

"Mas loves you, Dek," he whispered with his forehead pressed. The woman in front of him smiled, until the next split second was shocked when her body was lifted by the man.

"Mas, hands?" Qonni's worried.

"No problem–" he answered while bringing his wife to bed.

The long night of sweating lasted for a few minutes. Under the light of a dim sleeping lamp. Ilyas and Qonni reunite their bodies with a love that grows as time passes together

This is the joy of love in the shade of God. When the Ijab of the Qobul is laid down, there is nothing to be gained except a heavy reward every time they are alone. There was not even time wasted on the couple when they spent their free time just chatting.

***

At four o'clock in the morning, Ilyas who had just finished reciting after the tahajud prayer hurriedly laid his body in a tilted position next to Qonniah who looked to be awake.

His lips smiled with his hands propping his head on the right side. Waiting for Ayudia's eyes to open.

"Mass?" Not yet collected his life he had gotten a kiss on the lips once. "Yes.. mmp..."

He got that kiss once again. Even every time Qonni was about to say something, Ilyas' lips landed there first.

Qonni hurriedly closed his own mouth. "Could be?"

"What?"

"I haven't brushed my teeth yet, have I kissed you?!" upset, the woman spoke not so clearly because of her own silenced mouth.

Ilyas chuckled with one hand hugging the wife's slim belly. Then buried his face in the niche of the wife's neck.

"Dear, darling— MashaAllah," murmured Ilyas.

The woman in the supine position smiled thinly, she rubbed the head of Ilyas covered with knitting peci. Suddenly, it looks spoiled this morning. I don't know what's on this guy's mind. He also waited, it is up to the big baby to do what while waiting for the dawn.

However, not yet adzan roared. Nisa is awake. His whimpering made Ilyas' body lift up.

"Just look, you clean first. It's dawn soon."

"Yes, Mum." Qonni. His body then rose to sit for a moment, while looking at the back of the man with blue Koko to hold Nisa. He smiled, grateful for what he had. A man who really loves Nisa without being seen pretending to the glasses man.