Pledge of Love Ustadz Irsyad
Bonus story only

Twenty-year-old Noah was running into the courtyard of a Tafiz house.

"Assalamualaikum—" Nuha stopped her leg just behind an ustadz and one man who knew who. The two looked together.

"Walaikumsalam warahmatullah." Answer the two together.

"Sorry sir ustadz Rahmat, Noah is late. The tyre of Noah's motorcycle was leaking so Noah rode the angkot, and from the highway to Tafiz's house it turned out to be far away. So Noah's a marathon." Smile widely.

Ustadz Mercy Chuckled "o Allah, until all fled. So boring, right?" Ustadz Rahmat said, while the man next to him just kept quiet.

"I thought? Nuha was busy so couldn't come teach here."

"Can Mr. Ustadz, because Abi told, know for yourself if Abi had told you what?" Chuckles.

"But sincere right?" Tanya ustadz Rahmat's.

"Ikhlas dong, Kan Nuha likes to teach children." Smile widely. At the moment, Noah's focus is only on Ustadz Rahmat not the tall man next to him.

"Yes, then go straight to your class, yeah,"

"Yes sir ustadz, Assalamualaikum."

"Walaikumsalam warahmatullah." Ustadz Rahmat replied, and then Noah ran back half way to the second floor.

"Let's go." Bring Ustadz Rahmat to the man beside her.

"He who's bi?" Asked the man for a moment, holding back his steps.

"Nuha, remember not? Ustadz Irsyad's daughter?"

Quiet 'ohhh, pantes. is still the same installment.' Inner Faqih.

"Faqih—, how silent? Go to your class."

"Yes bi." Faqih replied, he had a glance up for a moment and walked first in front of Abinya.

Yes ustadz Rahmat has a tafiz house where he teaches the children of Hafizh and Hafizah Qur'an candidates in his area.

Long story short Nuha who just a month is bearing his bachelor's degree is still unemployed that's why Ustadz Rahmat offers ustadz Irsyad whether his daughter is willing to help teach at his Tafiz house for a while time, in contrast to Rumi who graduated first, he underwent further study in ITB, while Nuha actually had the intention to continue in Egypt but had not received approval from Abi Irsyad.

Faqih? Yes, the man had just returned home after graduating his second tier in Cairo. And for a time petrified to teach in the house of Tafiz belonging to Abinya.

That was the beginning of their meeting again after the last meeting at Irsyad's house when they were children.

That day Noah knew, if the Faqih used to be called by the children here as A' Faqih, because the Ustadz family was still bleeding Sundanese. That's why they call Faqih Aa' .

There was just another thing that was new to Noah, if Faqih turned out to be ustadz who could be said killer, where the man spoke little but in fear of his protege.

Even every time through Faqih class, Nuha was often surprised when she heard the sound of rattan slingshots on the table. Making Noah a little bit of a whimper, and felt unbearable with his students.

The days of Noah were easy. But it seems that in the last two weeks he felt a strange sense, where his bag and shoes that he put in the locker always moved places, making him have to be confused every day looking for the item.

As for today's example, the locker does not have a door like an ordinary wooden shelf. A place to store bags, books and shoes. Because usually there they will wear flip-flops, how else, every entrance of the room there is a small pond, and those who want to enter must wet their feet, to avoid the stools on their feet.

Now Noah is still searching for his bag. "Oh my God, where is my bag? Yesterday every day there are people who nyimpen my bag anyway?" Walk with annoyance down every locker that exists.

"Ustadzah—, find what?" Ask a woman near Noah. (Note the teachers in the madrassa, or the assembly will definitely be called ustadz and ustadzah.)

"It's Uzt, again get the bag."

"Loh, missing again?"

"Yes?" Answer Noah.

The woman next to him saw something like a bag of Noah. "That's not Ust?" Excited the woman while pointing to the Locker who was quite tall. Noah also looked.

"Astagfirullah al'azim, Rese deh... Who the hell is always moving it?" Exasperated, the girl approached the locker. Little jumped Noah grabbed it.

"Can we please? There are no fans of this secret." Ugly.

"What the hell Ust, can't be." Already managed to grab it.

"That's it, right?" Chuckles. Noah was just a wiggle.

"Yes I have to walk first huh? Tonight I want to go with Abi and Umma, I'm talking about, Assalamualaikum." Noah also ran.

"Walaikumsalam warahmatullah." Smilingly. The girl walked back to her locker.

On the other side of Noah passed A' Faqih, the woman nodded her head, then walked past him.

"Hurry to meet her?" Faqih muttered shortly after Noah left. The man took his feet away again.

the epilogue...

A few hours before Nuha came home, Faqih always passed by the hallway where the lockers were lined up in the corner of the hall.

In silence the man continued to walk to sweep one bag that he knew and then move it to another locker.

That's how it is every day, I don't know what the purpose is. But Faqih never absent doing that, so that makes the owner of the item is always furious for him.

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Bonus story completed....

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