Seikhlas Clouds Accompany Rain

improved state

In a room that was not spacious, Qonni sat on the bed. Both of his hands hugged his knees. Sobs tried to let him down so as not to hear the younger brothers Ilyas who were in their respective rooms.

The door of the room opened, Ilyas entered and closed it again and approached his wife. Sitting on the lip of the bed, next to Qonni.

Turtle gazes continued to be directional, a sense of urgency at this moment.

"Dad?" Call him in response by turning Qonni's face.

The man by her side then touched that face. While continuing to say sorry, his hands worked to wipe the clear circles that had flooded his wife's cheeks.

A slightly disappointed Qonni then put away Ilyas' hand, before burying his face on his two knees.

"Please apologize, Dek," he said subtly while stroking the head that was still closed bergo instant standard size. "Mas didn't mean it that way. Of course, it is impossible to remove the figure of Aaron from Nisa. He's still the biological father of the boy. It won't change, dear."

Qonni's back was still shaking. Aaron's face was back in the shadows, he missed. I miss that guy so much. Who, during his marriage to Ilyas, kept trying to keep him quiet and he hid.

Now, hearing the words of Ilyas who asked him to refuse the living of Aaron's family to Nisa, he suddenly felt pain. This is excessive.

"Darling, don't cry. I'm really sorry, yeah. I was wrong. Please forgive me."

"Hiks, A' Harun—" softly, a faint moaning sound could be heard in Ilyas' ear suddenly pinching his heart.

He even touched his own chest, while trying to listen carefully, the beloved woman was whimpering at the name of Aaron endlessly.

Ilyas raised his wife's face, so that she would look him in the eye. They were silent to each other, while tears were still flooding on both cheeks of Qonni.

Ilyas held back, though Qonni's hands were a little struggling to let go.

I'm trying to keep understanding what you're feeling. Although you are not the other way around, trying to understand what I feel, Ayu.

Slowly Ilyas landed a kiss on the lips, with both hands still holding the wife's face. He softened his wife's lips.

This is my love, Dek. However, the millions of times you say is not my name. My heart will still be burning for you.

Ilyas typed out the movements of his lips, before letting go. And opened his eyes again, pointing at the woman before him.

"I'm sorry, honey." That word will continue to say to you. I don't know who's guilty between us. I will be the first to say sorry and love to you.

Ilyas hugged his wife's body, while rubbing her back he kissed her shoulder.

"Sorry, huh? I promise I won't say anything like that. Believe me, I talk like that because my love for Nisa is so big, baby.

The woman in Ilyas' arms was silent. Waiting for the mood to subside, then she apologized back to her husband.

***

Bidweekly, Ilyas with his motorbike tried to see the shophouse given to him by Ustadz Irshad. The man with the lens perched in both of his eyes looked stunned.

His legs were trembling, his body stiff. Very strategic indeed. Because it is not only close to the school where Qonni teaches, but also close to three other schools. The area here is fairly crowded, which is lined next to it is also the average HP counter of famous brands, and some other large shops belong to ethnic Chinese.

Kyai said, I was told to open the house of the Qur'an here as well.

Looking around. If you look at the alley next to the shophouse, like the housing complex, there must be many children as well. Slowly his feet stepped, going in to open the locked rolling door. Because Irsyad not only handed over the ownership of land and buildings. Except, the key too.

The man opened the glass door and entered. Although still in a dirty state apparently does not make Ilyas disgusted to make a prostration of gratitude.

God is great, with all his power. Both Ilyas' eyes were wet. He must try harder to collect his own capital, for this store can be filled quickly. But for a while, maybe he will use it to open private tutoring and TPQ.

InshaAllah, slowly... Manjjada. That is more or less the belief instilled in the man with glasses.

****

Month by month they change back...

Ilyas with help from Qonni, Ibn Abas and Pak Ulum seemed busy cleaning the shophouse. The important thing is to clean first. Furniture issues followed. So thought Ilyas.

It took two days to clean up. And on the fourth day they came back to arrange the furniture that had arrived yesterday.

Ilyas checked the water tap. Thankful, the water is well lit. The air circulation is good. This place seemed to be comfortable for the three of them to live in.

"Golden-gold..." Qonni approached the husband.

"Yes baby?" Look back.

"See this... Alhamdulillah, already entered about twenty of my students who signed up to participate in private lest here," said Qonni while showing a list of the names of his students.

"MashaAllah, Alhamdulillah," said Ilyas grateful. What a good start.

"But roughly not capable, huh? This is actually someone who wants to list again but is afraid not to hold."

"Bismillah, we stop quota this way first. We work together. Arranged, per student can ration three meetings in a week. We are rolling deh," proposed Ilyas who greeted the nod of the head of the wife.

Qonni's gaze shifted focus on the lit water tap.

"Well, Mas, the water?" ask Qonni later.

"Udah, baby. Alhamdulillahot. See this—" The man turned off the tap. Then check the lights.

"MashaAllah–" Qonni looks sparkling.

"This will be our palace, for a while. Hopefully in the future it can be expanded again."

"Aamiin, but to me it's also a relief, Mom."

"But only two rooms, honey. What if there's another child?" Ilyas rubbed Qonni's stomach. Still waiting for the presence of happy news, namely his wife is pregnant again the fruit of his love.

Qonni smiled faintly. He pulled Ilyas' cheek. "Who wants to have another child" he continued.

Ilyas laughed about kissing his wife but she avoided running away with her laughter.

"Ayu— beware yes. Congratulations, there are still many people here" he murmured to the woman who had disappeared from the room, shaking her head.

The man sighed, the important items he had bought for several months. Some of the equipment to open private tutoring has arrived since yesterday.

From the balcony of the second floor, he saw Ibnu who had just finished installing a signboard for tutoring as well as a place to teach. Yes, in the meantime, he will fill it with various trades if the capital has gathered. Bismillah...