Seikhlas Clouds Accompany Rain

diner

The days are filled with activities in the new house. The couple were busy opening private classes for their students.

Classroom for two. For a while in the bulkhead with a wall made of plywood board which is only about two meters high.

Ilyas taught male disciples, and Qonni female disciples. They only received two subjects, namely mathematics and Arabic.

Tutoring activities are open from four to five o'clock maximum. A short pause after Maghrib, Ilyas just opened TPQ which happened to not many children. At least only about eight children so that he can handle himself.

Tonight with a tired body the woman slashed down, shortly after she put Nisa to sleep. When the back touches a soft mattress feels the entire muscle relaxes. It feels really comfortable.

It did not feel like a month had passed, since he opened a private tutoring service. Qonni began to feel his joys and sorrows. Like it, she can get additional for her husband's business capital. His pain, of course, fatigue that can not be described. In fact, not infrequently, there is a sense of wanting to stop because the head is often dizzy lately.

Ilyas had just finished teaching the children that ended with the congregational Isya prayer. The face that never looked tired was approaching his wife, who had looked lethargic since this afternoon.

"Dad?" Touching the forehead while sitting on the side of the wife lying down. He thought Qonni was sick because the Maghreb had not left his room. "Not feeling well, are you?"

"No, Mas. Just a little sauces."

"Oh Allah, my wife. One month of energy. Sorry, huh?"

"No papa, Mom. I really do feel that way. Just yes, the name of the human body, there will definitely be a collision as well," he replied with a grin.

"Yes, tomorrow's holiday for a week."

"No, Mas. Not good, just today they paid their first monthly. Time to be immediately closed?"

Ilyas smiled, his lips muttering hamdalah. Although he had not seen how much money he got for this month, because all he had given to his wife. Without opening their envelopes.

"Yes, I've been— but I've eaten, haven't I?"

"Not yet."

"Kok, yet?"

"However, because his tiredness makes me no appetite," he lamented while tilting his body, hugging one of his arms.

"Well, what do you want to eat tonight? Let's buy it."

"No ah, my. It's the night."

"Can't do that, Dek. Your stomach should be filled. Kwetiau or Satay Madura want?"

"No need, besides Mas Ilyas is also tired. I want a vegetable sop angetin, all fried chicken in the refrigerator." The woman rose.

"Anu— Mas was just looking at the vegetables, it turned out to be a bit frothy."

"Stomping, seriously, Mas?"

"Yes, Deck. Maybe because it's too early in the morning. Especially hot weather, so the rich food quickly stale," replied Ilyas.

"Sorry yes, this afternoon I forgot I was so busy angetin."

"No papa, honey. Buy it outside. What do you want?"

"You need a clear chicken sauce" he replied climbing.

"What else is it. Let's all."

"What ajay, whatever. Want a sop, juice or something."

"Yes, let's go first." Swiped Qonni's head before breezing away. The woman also smiled.

...

Waiting almost an hour, the door opened again. Ilyas looked up from the doorway.

"Let's eat first, Dek. I'm ready," he asked.

Where the wife even with a heavy body to move. He remained obedient, following the husband who had walked first to the dining table.

He glimpsed some food on the table including the order earlier. He sat in the chair, because the food was on the plate.

Suddenly happy, when he saw the package containing his favorite tomato juice. Ilyas is memorized now, what the wife likes the most. Including about food.

Not interested in heavy food. Qonni preferred to snatch the juice, pricking the straw into the plastic cover before he sucked the contents.

"Drink later, Deck. Hunts are full of juice" he said with a smile, seeing his wife continue to suck tomato juice in his hand.

Qonni shifts plastic cups filled with tomato juice. After that grab a spoon to try the sauce a little. His head was slightly bearded before turning to look at Ilyas who was opening the Madura satay package complete with his pryer.

"Bismillah–" he took one skewer, the man raised it slightly closer to the mouth.

"Kok rich eat that, huh?" he said he made the husband stop biting roasted chicken meat full of peanut seasoning.

"You want this one?" Ask Ilyas.

"No, Mom." Qonni refused, he again enjoyed his chicken soto with ogah-ogahan.

Sensitive Ilyas hurriedly got up and placed the plate before Qonni. The woman nodded, raising her head again.

"Eat this one if you don't like the soto."

Honestly, smelling this Madurese satay scent made her want to eat. But Kasian was also her husband. He also shook his head.

"No, Mas. Continue this for that reason."

"Serious mas.., I'll eat when you're done."

"Ih, what the hell? don't be— is not polite his name."

"I'm not polite, am I asking." Ilyas chuckles.

"Here we go, we eat together, Mas. So we can taste everything" Qonniah suggested.

"Oh yeah, huh?" agree.

"Here, there sat a decketan," the door, who did not need to think long, the man immediately took the chair next door. So what used to be facing each other is now side by side. "If bribed, all the more delicious."

"Wow, my wife is the most capable, huh?" With their laughter broken, Ilyas directed one of his satellites towards Qonni, who was quick to receive it with his mouth open.

"Emmmm, MashaAllah." Chew for a while and swallow it. "It's actually better."

"That's it..." In the kiss of Qonni's head. The woman by his side was increasingly showing the impression of its efficacy which of course made Ilyas more anxious to him.

Highlight Qonni's eyes directed at the man who was bowing sideways. His hand moved to sneak soto sauce with a spoon.

The bespectacled man looked even more handsome and attractive to Qonni. The woman's lips smiled sweetly, when the husband turned his head due to conscious attention.

"Don't look at diabetes" Ilyas chuckled. While Qonni only smiled faintly, before pulling Ilyas cheek until the man next to him asked for mercy.