Seikhlas Clouds Accompany Rain

minor disputes

Ilyas' lips were silent, his eyes pointing straight at the yellow map on the table. He did not understand, suddenly Kyai Irsyad deigned to stop by and then put the map in front of him.

It was unexpected, as if what he had just heard was a mistake. Kyai Irsyad handed over a shophouse that could be at once to live in, for him and his small family?

"Anu–" Ilyas kelu tongue, along with the appearance of a spark of discomfort in the chest. I will still be able to get my own treasure, why should be loved? —demons like whispering. And keep stirring his heart and mind.

"The circumstances are very strategic, Le. I did a survey. It's closer to the school building where Qonni is teaching" he explained to the young man in front.

The woman next to Ilyas looked over. Ilyas' response did not seem enthusiastic at all, quite the opposite. Although the next split second, the smile back on its back, but it looks very stiff.

Is Mas Ilyas angry? inner Qonni.

"Sir Kyai. Sorry so— really, I'm very appreciative and very, very grateful for a shophouse that you gave me" he said carefully. "But?"

Slowly push forward his yellow map with both hands. While the head shook slowly still in a lowered position. Fearing his actions would offend the dignified figure before him. But, really—his little heart strongly rejects things that smell of giving.

Remember the moment after the theft that caused his hand to be injured, Mr. Sofian rewarded a new motorbike for him. Even Abas already looks happy, because he has been using a duck bike that is no longer original form. But Ilyas carefully rejected it, he just did not want his sincerity to help Mr. Sofian so fall when he received the bike.

"I can't accept it, Kyai," Ilyas continued.

"What's the matter, Le? is this sustenance?"

Now Ilyas' hands were resting on his own thighs. Sit very politely in front of him.

"That's true, but I can't accept Kyai's gift. Really it's not because I'm kufur scrumptious, Kyai. But— "the man did not dare to continue his words.

"No papa, say it," Irsyad's fishing rod. Ilyas smiled again as he rubbed his own thighs.

"That? I honestly have my own reasons that make me determined not to accept anything from my partner's family."

Hearing that, Irsyad was appreciative. The young man in front of him actually had a character that was eleven-twelve with Ulum. Because it is, however, a small number of men will definitely think about their self-esteem.

Arifin also said, if Ilyas is a person who is difficult to accept help in any form. That's why, the rocks from Afin he never accepted. Although it has been repeatedly offered large capital to open a business. Before, if this worked. He will be working with Arifin. Where Kyai Irsyad who gave capital in the form of shophouses, while Arifin contents. But apparently, Ilyas still rejected it subtly.

Qonni who was next to Ilyas was still not struggling. She was not very tempted actually, but imagined her husband had a better business. It will definitely make the man with glasses healthier, because the work that is only at home. Ilyas so no need to travel all the way to do a side job that is to be a courier Bang Yazid.

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A few hours passed, when the night returned to greet the city of Cileungsi.

Men who like to use sarongs and T-shirts while relaxing look dreamy on the porch of the house. His hand, which was holding a mobile phone, moved slowly tapping his forehead.

The yellow map is still on the living room table. Irshad left him there. With another contract, which is paid with alms.

So Ilyas can give his own price as much as he can. Then paid by infaq.

Oh Allah...

The bespectacled man scratched his non-itchy head. There was a sense of excitement mixed with actual embarrassment. When he realized, that lately his life is like being continuously made easy. However, the next split second appeared frightened as well. What if this is an istidraj sign?

Astaghfirullah al'azim, O Allah. Please don't punish me with the treasures of the world. Please don't ignore me with this facility. Verily I am a sinner, who cannot stand alone.

Seeing her husband daydreaming, Qonni continued his steps out while carrying a medium-sized glass filled with warm tea for her husband.

"Mas–" while putting the glass on the table, the woman called. Ilyas then turned his head, his smile reappearing for his wife.

"Thank you, Dek" he said with a hand rubbing the wife's shoulder that was still leaning toward the table.

"She slept?" Ask Ilyas.

"Udah, Mas" he answered later.

The night air blew, accompanying the silence that stopped for a moment in the midst of the two of them. Ilyas enjoyed the wife's tea, while Qonni sat facing the still crowded street.

This is what if you live in a fairly densely populated village. Unlike his residence in Babelan which is often quiet, because the road in front of the house is not the main route of the vehicle.

There was a murmur reading the hamdalah, while the hand put the glass back on the table. Ilyas leaned his shoulders slowly.

"Mass?" call Qonniah, the man next to Kontan turned his head. "Why shut up, I must have made you, Mom, angry?"

Ilyas sighed, his lips smiling, then his right hand grabbed the wife's hand.

"Is there a reason to, Mas, be angry with you, Dek?"

"I think there is," he answered.

"No, Honey. I'm just thinking— what, Mas looks like a poor guy?"

Qonni shook his head, as expected. Since the father put his car to use Ilyas, then Kak Afin's offer to provide business capital, Mr. Sofian with his motorbike, now Pakde Irsyad too. The man next to her must have been offended.

"Engga, right? but why are they flocking to, Mas? Though Mas capable of loh, just not now - just now."

"Mas don't get me wrong. Their intentions are good, you know." Qonni tried to melt Ilyas' heart. "Want to ease the burden of Mas Ilyas."

The glasses guy snorted. His hands seemed to be playing with the woman's fingers. His memory led him to move on to another one again.

"About Gus Muklis, Mas actually wants to talk to you, honey."

"What?"

"Welcome, Nisa—" he replied as he straightened his eyes at Qonni. "Mas wants to support Nisa in full. So if you can, refuse transfer from them starting next month, huh?"

Qonni was silent, for a moment. His gaze was directed to the table. She bit the tip of her lips a little. Both eyes began to glaze over. It's not about the money, but from Ilyas's ban, why it's like making Nisa lose her rights as Aaron's son.

"Dec, are you offended?"

"Slightly," he answered directly. Qonni's face slowly lifted again, leading to the husband. "I'm sad, not about money. Actually, I can also afford Nisa, if only not given a living by the family of A'a. But problem?"

Unable to continue, Ilyas' gaze now turned bitterly on the pair of eyes that began to pour tears into his cheeks.

"Mas wants to completely eliminate the figure of A'Aaron in Nisa's life" he continued, sobbing.

"Astaghfirullah al'azim, no, Deck. That's not what it means." Ilyas suddenly panicked, when the wife misunderstood him.

In fact, it's just not delicious. When married, and committed to provide for Qonni and Nisa, but still received a living from the family of Aaron.

Qonni wiped his own tears, the woman got up and chose to enter.

"Dec, want some money?" trying to hold back, but in vain when the woman did not press. His steps continued to move quickly as sobs broke out.

Ilyas himself kept staring at her until the lover disappeared behind the door.

"Astaghfirullah al'azim—" does not want this problem to be longer. The man hurriedly followed his wife inside.