Pledge of Love Ustadz Irsyad
chapter 6. keeping the honor of the wife (season 2)

It's ten in the night Rahma hasn't fallen asleep. It does not feel sleepy, maybe because the husband has not returned from the sagging event at his neighbor's house. The man must have been chatting first, it is commonplace when Ustadz Irsyad was invited to such an event would have been a curcol field (curhat colongan) by his worshippers.

Rahma still plays on her phone. Open his Stagram account.

There was one DM from someone, he opened it. - doctor Miftahul aziz-

Rounded his eyeballs. He did not want to open the DM, which there would even make Miftah feel he still wanted to serve it.

And again, from where did he know his Stagram account. Though not many alumni of his school first know his account.

Rahma decided to take a look. Until finally the incoming call from Stagram makes Rahma gasp. "Astagfirullah al'azim mas Miftah why call anyway?" Decided to log out of the account.

Rahma shook her head quickly. He put his phone back on the table.

Cklaaaakkk the door of the room opened, her husband had just returned home, said a greeting that was immediately answered by Rahma then approached Rahma to kiss her forehead and rub her head gently.

"Not sleeping yet?" ask Irsyad.

"Just want a mas." replied Rahma. Irsyad was smiling.

"Already, Rahma slept gih. Go to the toilet first."

"Yes mas." replied Rahma, he also walked to the toilet room, while Rahma again spread her body. Trying to close his eyes.

Soon the phone call came back in. Rahma turned her head and found another call from the Stagram account. He turned his phone and closed his eyes again.

After a few minutes, Irsyad opened the door. He found his wife dead. He then approached Nuha and Rumi gave them a kiss and rubbed his head while smiling.

And then he came back to Rahma. Then he threw his body next to his wife.

Irsyad tilted his body for a moment to look at the wife who had entered the dream realm. "Subhanallah, I never get tired of seeing your face dear." Irsyad murmured closer to Rahma's face and then gave a kiss on the forehead.

He just closed his eyes. A mobile phone vibration made Irsyad gasp.

Irsyad grabbed Rahma's phone. Then he found a call that made him feel a little dislike. "Why did this doctor call my wife anyway?" muttered Irsyad, Irsyad was about to receive the call but died first.

"I don't really want to open it, but I'm curious." Irsyad opened Rahma's phone by saying basmallah first.

He opened his Stagram Rahma account. He turned for a moment towards Rahma. "Sorry deck, I open your account." murmured Irsyad took the time to kiss Rahma's cheek.

Then refocus on Rahma's phone opens up the contents of her DM.

There were some who sent messages to Rahma, but he was more interested in the message that contained the name of doctor Miftahul Aziz.

I hesitated a little and Irsyad opened it.

📲 (Assalamualaikum, Rahma. Sorry I sent you a DM message. It'sit's nothing. But I just want to know from you. Please reply yes.)

Irsyad sighed. "Astagfirullah al'azim, this guy seems pretty persistent huh?" mummy Irsyad. He decided to close the message.

There is no intention to reply to him. He only believes in his wife who can keep his loyalty.

Irsyad put Rahma's cell phone back and lay down his body to lift a little Rahma's head so that his arm can be a sleeping pad for the wife.

Irsyad closed his eyes with Rahma in his arms.

Early morning, the murotal sound of the mosque toa before entering dawn time made Rahma wake up. I don't know why lately he's been awake at three in the morning. And as usual Irsyad was no longer next to him.

Rahma decided to get up she turned to her phone.

Because there's one DM message coming in, though,

Rahma opened it.

📲 (Rahma, why only open it?)

Rahma's eyes widened when she knew the message from Miftah's mas was opened, "mas Irsyad must have opened the DM message from my account." he muttered he immediately moved from his bed.

Approaching the husband, who had made the prostration becomes the favorite place Irsyad. So it is easy Rahma looking for the figure of the husband.

Rahma was standing behind the man who was in the middle of a state of remembrance.

He's angry, isn't he? That is the heart of Rahma right now. It shouldn't be because Rahma didn't respond either, right?

On the other side Irsyad's eyes opened. He felt someone standing behind him, indeed a shadow made him look back.

Rahma approached her husband while bowed. When Irsyad kissed her forehead lovingly.

"I woke up my wife" he said softly. Just keep showering Rahma's face with a kiss.

Rahma touched her husband's lips with her index finger. It made Irsyad stop his activities.

"Mas, Rahma would like to ask? Open the DM from Miftah, right?" ask Rahma.

Irsyad smiles. "Yes deck, I'm sorry." she replied.

"Mas is not angry with Rahma?"

"Why angry? He is not Rahma." Touching Rahma's head.

The two were silent for a moment and Irsyad opened his voice again. "Since when?" ask Irsyad.

Uh...? Not understanding what he means...

"What's mas?"

"He called you?"

"Just yesterday mas. But Rahma ignored it." she replied.

Irsyad was silent. He touched the wife's face again.

"May I have one request?" ask Irsyad.

"What mas?"

"Will Rahma not play social media?"

Deeggs... "To...why? Rahma doesn't fuck around."

"Yes, but every time you post your photo, you've sown slander dear to make people so put admiration on you."

Rahma. "Why are we now getting to scuttle Rahma's way to be free to socialize in the outside world anyway?"

"Dek Rahma thought like that?"

"Yes, yesterday I asked Rahma for a veil, because what? Because of Miftah?"

"Dec, that's not all. But keeping your honor as a wife is important, dear."

"Keeping up what honor? By curbing Rahma??" Start ignited.

"Kok reining anyway? Mas that never held you Rahma. Try to say what makes Rahma feel in the bridle during life with mas?" It seemed Irsyad was speaking in a serious tone.

"Everything that Irsyad taught to Rahma was for Rahma's good, right? Not for the good of you. Rahma will enjoy it all."

Rahma lowered her head, she could not answer if the husband had started to seriously speak.

"Learn to keep honor dear, not merely because mas exists in this world. We never know when we can look after you."

Rahma raised her head.

"What if we meet a mass death in the near future? Are you ready for all the slander of the world as a widowed woman?"

"Stoppp mas! Can you not talk about death? Who wants that, sir? Rahma did not want to leave Rahma."

Irsyad sighed. "We are the living creatures of Rahma. If not Rahma, then yes, right?"

"But not for now Rahma did not want to hear such things. Point!" Rahma.

"Rahma—" call Irsyad. When the wife stepped away.

"Astagfirullah, my wife. Your hard self is still not gone." He's shaking his head.

He decided to move away from his prostration.

Choosing to walk out breathing the morning air in the still dark sky, he sat in a gazebo near a small pond containing several koi fish.

Daydreaming for a moment, a feeling of saturation mixed with bad premonitions he lately as if it has disrupted his activities. Like something was going to happen but I don't know who.