Pledge of Love Rumi
my heavenly love.

It's getting late, afternoon,

Where the swastamita began to show its beauty, the sign of the king will return to the place of the dispute. Before turning to darkness, which will be accompanied by the beautiful light of the moon.

Under this orange beam, at a moderate speed, Ustadz Irsyad brought the speed of his car back to their house, before Magrib's time arrived.

Along the way, Ustadz occasionally grabs Rahma's hand, rubbing it gently, and in her kiss later.

Along with soft humming, a love canticle that mumbled the ustadz for his wife. Indicates that he really loves the figure of Rahma, without seeing her physical changes now.

Yep... Age is no longer young, even good looks or beauty has begun to fade, every year.

But what if we talk about love?

It never seems to diminish for the ustadz. Unlike Rahma who still feels inferior in front of her husband, even though the love for her husband is very big. But it seemed to be defeated with her insecurities.

'I'm getting old, he's still good-looking. He is still healthy, while I am sick and useless.' That is what Rahma's mind is currently on.

Ustadz Irsyad took his hand off for a moment, then touched the gear lever of the car next to him, and stopped when faced with a red traffic light.

He stared at the digital number above the lamp. There are still about a hundred details, more or less. Then he sighed then turned to look at Rahma, gently stroked the head of the wife while smiling, then lowered his hand to infiltrate into the veil of the wife, the wife, rubbing Rahma's cheek with the back of her finger and pinching the cheek gently, anxious.

"we, what do you want to buy first, baby?" Tanya Ustadz Irsyad, soft.

Rahma just narrowed her eyes slowly, a sign she was smiling but forced.

"Buy what?" Rahma said, asking back. To be honest, actually Umma Rahma still felt sad when she met the woman. But if you realize his condition? He was not likely to lash out, as he usually did when he was healthy.

"Yes anything... Make snacks at home, martabak? Or cake." Answer Ustadz Irsyad.

"Rumi was making pudding, Bi." Rahma replied later, she was actually not having any appetite.

"Oh... Was she? How do you not know? Not delicious?" Ustadz asked softly, his touch moving to the lips.

"Nake, but less sweet." Rahma chuckles.

"If it's less sweet, eat it while looking at the mas ya." Ustadz Irsyad Ledek.

"More like dong if you look at the mas." Rahma responded while chuckling, as did Ustadz Irsyad.

"It's not like dong, sepah si? You really like to talk." Ustadz Irsyad replied, which immediately made Rahma laugh. Ustadz Irsyad smiled happily, all of them saw his wife laughing like this.

'khumairah, MashaAllah. I really miss this laughter of yours.' the inner ustadz.

In front, the lights have turned green, Ustadz was back to bring the speed of his car. "Emmm, baby, yesterday? check the blood sugar level."

"Oh yeah? So, the result is mas?" Ask Rahma.

"She's normal" replied Ustadz Irsyad, still focused on the steering wheel.

"Alhamdulillah..." Rahma murmured, "but tumben anyway, mas until check blood sugar levels so?" Ask Rahma then.

"Yes... You know, that Mas? Frequently feeling worried. Because every day look at you, deck. But how can it be normal, huh?" Ustadz Irsyad is thinking seriously.

"meaning? What does this have to do with seeing Rahma?"

"Yes... How do you say it?" Ustadz Irsyad glanced for a moment, and caught Rahma's eye. "Astagfirullah al'azim.." he murmured, shaking his head.

"Why?" Ask Rahma.

"What?"

"Your eyes..." Ustadz Irsyad replied Then, then laughed as Rahma sighed.

"Yes Allah... Shiramu... Mommy..." Rahma shook her head, but she was still laughing, as was Ustadz Irsyad who felt funny when Rahma called her in Javanese.

"I? Opo deck? Is it sweet too?"

"No... But, your dreadlocks are bad. I forgot I was a grandfather who had one grandchild." Tukas Rahma, made Irsyad laugh.

"One grandchild if there's Ziya... If both are like this, we are teenagers. Aren't you?" Said Ustadz Irsyad with eyebrows that he went up and down right.

Rahma who saw it just frowned, then turned her face while chuckling. "You can be it."

"Can dong. Good thing on the road."

"Why on the road again?" Reobtain

"Yes no... Hehehe, we'll be at our dispute place."

"Ihhh what the hell mas...." Rahma closed her mouth, unable to help but laugh. If his hand wasn't heavy, maybe he would have hit Irsyad's shoulder spoiled.

"What's? What do you want?"

"Yes earlier? The place of the dispute."

"Hehehe... Not sure, this one's grandma." Ustadz Irsyad Ledek.

"Not really."

"My money..." Ustad Irsyad fishing.

"No mas... O Allah. Just focus on driving it, already want to get to you."

"Hehehe..." Ustadz Irsyad chuckled while rubbing Rahma's head. Then continue the journey of those who have lived a little more into the residential area.

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Before the Maghrib prayer, Rahma and Irsyad returned to their home.

They were greeted by Noah who had just arrived.

With a cheerful smile, Rahma kissed the tiny baby that was brought to her by Noah.

"Ziya... How many days did not come, know already fat. Grandma misses." Said Rahma, who was greeted with all the oddities.

"Yes Umma... Alhamdulillahot. Mimi has a lot of milk. Especially at night, Noah got less sleep." Answer Noah. Faqih smiled, as she went inside to approach her in-laws, after helping them close their car doors.

"No papa... Umma used to be that too. Her name is also female. Oh... You guys just came? Or has it been since?"

"New Umma..." Faqih replied, seen from the baby bag he was carrying, as if proving that Noah and Faqih and their children? Really just arrived.

"Yes, rest first, gih. Take Ziya to Umma's room." Tell Rahma, to Noah who immediately nodded.

"Well... Chat already. Now just go in yuk, already want this magrib." Take Ustadz Irsyad who immediately pushed the wheelchair into their house.

Faqih then closed the door of the house, and wrapped his hands around the shoulder of Noah, who was carrying their baby. The two then walked into the stairs to return to the room on the upper floor.