Pledge of Love Ustadz Irsyad
the Missing Chapter (who is Deborah?)

Still on the same night, ustadz Irsyad had just returned home from the mosque, while their children had not yet returned from the department store, it was also what made them finally decide to eat dinner first, after which they both spent the night while waiting for their children to come home.

In the warm atmosphere, Irsyad lay his head on the lap of the wife, then grabbed Rahma's hand and put it on his head, he asked for a massage on his head.

Rahma smiled, she began to gently massage the husband's head.

"Enak bi?" ask Rahma.

"Son Umma, if not delicious? There's no way Abi's asking for a massage right?" Chuckled both of them in a night of shahdu in the sound of television.

"Momu?"

"Emmm?"

"Did you want to talk about Nuha?"

Frowning, with hands still massaging gently.

"According to Umma? What if Nuha got married young?"

Rahma was silent, and did not answer. Irsyad raised his head. "Dear mommy,"

"Yes Bi, Rahma was just thinking."

"Think what?"

"Yes? How yes? I'm not ready yet. If Nuha gets married, we'll have grandchildren, right? The older we look?" Chuckles.

Irsyad also grabbed Rahma's hand while giving a kiss in the clean white hand. "What if we're old, baby? It's time."

Rahma was silent again. Even now he had not moved his hand that was in the middle, massaging the husband. Irsyad moved, and looked at his wife.

"Why is Khumaira quiet?" Ask Irsyad.

"Umma is not ready yet, if Umma already has a grandson seems to be old once Bi, anyway? Rahma still wants Noah in this house with us." The answer.

Irsyad smiled, then rubbed his wife's head. "Now that is it? Know right? If all the diseases have a cure, except the Old. Everyone will definitely grow old if he has a long life dear, we must not reject that." Groping Rahma's forehead for a moment.

"If it's a child problem? Moreover, Noah is a daughter, we can not prevent her if she has met her mate, and must also menikhlaskan her husband."

"Aaaaaa, don't talk about it yet. Rahma is sad, right?"

"Hehehe, that's why Umma, Nuha is already in her 20s. She's grown up enough, too."

"Yes, but right? Rahma was married at the age of twenty-three years, that's all Rahma used to still not be able to act like an adult right?"

"The adult level of a person is not measured from the age of love. What matters is Noah's own readiness."

"Abi? Abi forgot it? If the kid's whining asking to be allowed to go to school in Cairo?" ask Rahma. "Abi hasn't yet given Noah an answer."

Irsyad.

"Abi?" Rahma Touching the husband's arm slowly.

"Abi can't agree to that Umma."

"Why? Nuha's grades are good, Bi, baby, right?"

Irsyad. "Too far to go to college in Cairo, after all S1 is enough for Noah."

"Bi? don't tell Noah too much from Rumi. The fall is not good, right? Especially this. Suddenly Abi said of the young marriage, Umma Rasa Nuha would not agree."

"Don't mean to distinguish Umma, because it's nature for Noah not to do a lot of activities outside, what else is the lecture far there."

Sighs. "Rahma, yes? Mas too possessive to know about Nuha?"

"Who's possessive, dear? That's my duty as his father."

'forgive me, ' Rahma only shakes her head, because it is also useless to argue with her husband she will never win.

Yes, the more adult Noah and Rumi was indeed her husband was much harder to educate his two children, let alone the level of strictness Irsyad on Noah, even he often checked Noah's cell phone suddenly, to find out the relationship of Noah, whether in a short message, Group chat even to all his social media accounts, did not escape the checking of the father.

Not half-hearted, even he had almost all the phone numbers of his closest friend Noah, which he kept in the phone book.

And not infrequently also Noah confided to the mother, if the Abi sometimes like to exaggerate on him.

But how else, Rahma who is at the closest level alone can not persuade him not to be too doctrin the child with things that have entered into a restraining attitude.

Rahma sighed. "Okay, for the matter to Cairo, it may be true. But for a young marriage? It's gonna be hard for Noah."

"Nobody weighs Umma, if Noah is sincere. Because to be honest, there's actually been a lot of talk to Abi, if they want to preach Noah for their child." Irsyad.

Rahma was silent. "Then is Abi ready to let Noah go?" Asked Rahma, he turned to Rahma.

"Weigh." The answer.

Rahma breathed back. "Oh, I'm worried myself. How the hell?"

"Weigh that mas, like waiting for someone but I don't know who? That's what makes you unable to accept all the proposals." replied Irsyad. It was silent for a moment because the two of them were both unable to say anything. The sound of the car outside is heard.

"The children have gone home Bi, continue later on this discussion yes." Rahma. Irsyad nodded with a smile.

***

Tomorrow

In the calm of the family during the day, suddenly a knock on the door was heard, where Rumi and Nuha told each other to open the door, because they are in the middle room.

"Dede, sister—, there's a knock on the door no one wants to open?" Rahma cried from the kitchen.

"Dad! There open the door." Rumi's legs even kicked Noah's feet so that he would just move and open the door

"What the heck, Noah again with Tartil nih, don't bother ya. There's just brother." Nuha refused and was still engrossed with earphones in her ears.

"Kakak—" cried Rahma again raised her tone.

"Yes Umma—" left, then kicked again the legs of Noah who was chuckling. "Iiiissshh." Grunt.

The man with a height of about 180 cm, with a body that is not too thin and not too full, and the skin that is yellow and slender began to walk out, tidying up for a while his hair and then open the door.

"Hi Rumi!" Sapa a woman who was widening a smile, with shoulder-length hair, straight black sparkles, stood before him while waving her hand. Braaaaaaakkk Rumi closed the door again.

"Astagfirullah al'azim, Debora why is he in Jakarta?" A little panicked because he was only wearing a T-shirt and knee-length shorts.

Tok tok... The sound of knocking was heard.

"Rumi's? Who's the matter?" Asked Irsyad who was suddenly already behind him.

"Anu, Bi? How to explain it yes. That's... Outside there's a woman.please Rumi, Bi."

"Who?" Ask Irsyad.

"Campus buddy, but he's that? Arrrrgghhh Abi came out alone. And meet him, Rumi can't possibly see him."

Irsyad opened the door, while Rumi hid behind the open door.

Smilingly. "Assalamualaikum mr. Ustadz." Greet the girl in front of him.

"Alikum." Irsyad replied, because he saw a necklace with a cross around his chest. "Who are you looking for?" Ask Irsyad kindly.

"Sister Rumi sir ustadz, can Debi meet?" Said Debi with a smile. (Debi is a nickname of Deborah.)

While Rumi was still trembling behind the door while closing her mouth, trying not to make a sound.

"I'm sorry, son, I'm not against it. But if there is anything important, then let me tell Rumi. You see, Rumi couldn't possibly meet someone who wasn't his muhrim." Irsyad.

"Areally no sir, because Debi just wants to play? Hmmmmm, but do I have to marry Rumi's sister to be her muhrim? And I can talk to him more closely?"

Gleeeekkk Rumi swallowed his selavin, he really wanted to run in, but his stiff legs made him unable to move from where he was standing behind the door, let alone the words Debi earlier.

Irsyad also chuckled not to bother Debi's words. "I'm sorry, once again. I don't know the rules in your religion, but a woman is not good to approach a man? So sorry you can not give permission, and the song is not the intention of the father offending yes, if there is no need Nak what was his name?"

"Debora sir, or who does Debi call?" Smirks.

Irsyad was shaking his head, just feeling funny. "Yes, dear Debi, I'm so sorry. Because I can't see Rumi."

"Yes sir ustadz is fine, because Debi is at the uncle's house so once stopped by, waiting for this semester break after a long time, so can not participate in college studies with Rumi's sister."

Irsyad frowned. "the study? I'm sorry, Debi Non-Muslim, right?"

"Yes mr. Ustadz, I am a Catholic."

"Wait, if you're a Catholic, why study Rumi?"

"I'm a Non sir, but I like Islam from my childhood, maybe because my friends are average Muslims, not only that I memorize short letters. And I can pray too."

"MashaAllah." Mumbled Irsyad.

"Want to hear me read Surah An-Nas?" Ask in a cheerful tone.

Irsyad just smiled, not answering anything. But the boy had read Surah An-Nas smoothly and correctly.

"MashaAllah." His murmur was very soft. While Rumi only smiled thinly behind the door.

"How sir? I'm a good fit for Rumi." Unblunt. So that makes Rumi more limp to hear that, and hope Debi will leave from there soon.

"Haha." Irsyad just laughed. "Stupid is God's business, Debi, you can't decide."

"Hehehe yes sir. Yes already, I went home first yes sir ustadz, assalamualaikum."

"Alikum." Answer Irsyad.

Debi, glancing behind Ustadz Irsyad hoped that Rumi's figure could be seen but he did not seem to want to come out of his house, so there was a slight look of disappointment from Debi but he tried to smile, he did not want to come out, and turned his body away from Ustadz Irsyad.

Irsyad closed the door. And Rumi was still hiding there and grinning.

"You can find the Muslims." Irsyad patted Rumi on the shoulder.

"What the hell could it be?" Grunt.

Irsyad chuckled, then embraced the son again walking in.