Pledge of Love Ustadz Irsyad
Chapter Missing (afternoon walk)

Still on the same day, when dusk began to roll adorning the sky of the city of Jakarta, the two twins were leaving in their car Abi.

While the new Irsyad moved from the prostration base they approached Rahma who was having difficulty installing a gas regulator.

Irsyad stood in the back while leaning against the dining table, he saw the wife was seen grumbling because the tube he was installing the regulator was always making a sound of gas that made him release again.

"Iiissshhh, what a wonder, huh? In the rubber band love the gas does not enter, not in the love out continue." Still struggling with the gas cylinder in front of him.

Ustadz Irsyad chuckled silently, and still stood behind.

"Ck, Irsyad long time ago again pesikirnya, do not know what, if the wife again bother?"

"Or deck, you know..." Irsyad replied which then made Rahma turn her head, and found her husband was smiling.he was like that, if in front of the children would call Rahma Umma, she said, but if no one will call with his favorite title, if not "deck" yes "Khumaira", or "honey".

Irsyad also squatted, "here let the kang mas who pairs, the queen mother sits there first, rather than adding forward her lips." Grab Rahma's hand.

"That's Rahma mas's hand, not the gas regulator."

"Well, wrong? Good to hold that one." Cheek peek Rahma. The wife was just shaking her head and then moving.

"Well, if you manage to install? What kind of kang mas would you love?"

Rahma chuckled, feeling funny if Irsyad said the word kang mas. "Coffee as always, what else do you want?" Sitting on the dining table chair with chin support.

"It's been a regular deck, another dong." Lower the knob and the regulator is installed perfectly. He sniffed for a moment, then brought his ears closer. "Alhamdulillah." He muttered as he put the tube into the cupboard under the stove, then moved and washed his hands.

"Cock just shut up deck? Quickly answer what love?" Walk near the wife, and sit in the chair next to Rahma.

Rahma smiled, she touched her husband's face gently. "Don't look at Rahma like that. Shame."

"Is it shameless of all?" Poking his wife's waist.

"Hey, don't play rich. With age."

"Good may be old, but when it comes to love with my beloved, my soul will always be young." Grabbing Rahma's chin.

"What the hell mas," chuckled. Irsyad also launched a kiss there.

"Duh Gusti, my angel is truly beautiful, O God." Irsyad pulled Rahma's chair.

"Astagfirullah al'azim, mas!" Surprised shocked. "How did Rahma fall?"

"And immediately caught," hugged the wife's body. "There are no children. Wanting to be affectionate," pampered.

Rahma chuckles. "Oh Allah, remember the age of the. Oh my goodness."

"What the hell, the age continues to be called." Chewed on his wife's face while Rahma just chuckled.

It is quite satisfied to make out in the kitchen, Irsyad also invites the wife to go outside, using a motorcycle that is usually used by Rahma.

Rahma's hand that wrapped around Irsyad's waist with the husband's hand that occasionally rubbed Rahma's hand, and, not to mention the humming of love songs from Irsyad's lips make Rahma feel washed away and lean her head on the shoulder of the husband.

While the motor continues to go, down their increasingly crowded housing complex, until the exit of the complex.

"Dek, eat out yuk," asked Irsyad.

"Well, how will the kids?"

"Then send them a message, let's eat out."

"Well, where are we going to eat?"

"Emmmm, I want to eat rice baby."

"Well, neither did the old man eat that, Rahma would."

"Asiikkk, later mas in the bribe yes."

"Hahaha, this is yes."

"Why? It's good to eat from your hands zaujatii."

Rahma smiled "Yes deh Zauji."

"Alhamdulillah." Smiling happily as Rahma calls it Zauji.

The motor continued to go, down the capital city road, stopping for a moment at the intersection of red lights.

And back to running after the light turns green.

Until they arrived there, with the hands of Abi Irsyad who immediately took the hands of Umma Rahma into the Arabic-style restaurant.

After choosing the table, they sat in the privacy area, where the table was like rooms with walls not too high around the softened room.

Yes, since Rahma made a veil, they very rarely eat outside. Even if it comes out, Irsyad will choose a place that has a privacy table, like this restaurant.

"Let's open his mouth, dear" said Irsyad. Rahma opened her mouth. "Don't bite your hand, '" ledek Irsyad, while Rahma just mendelik.

After that replace also Rahma who grabbed a mouthful of rice and put it in the mouth of the husband.

Really yeah? The two people were always like that, even at an age that was no longer young.

"Enak mas?" Ask Rahma.

"Snake deck, what else in a bribe like this." Chuckles.

"But Rahma was ashamed to eat like this mas, this is a public place."

"It's closed, dear."

"Despite this, but still feel ashamed of yourself?"

"I'm ashamed of myself anyway?"

"Yes? It means we're old, rich people don't deserve it."

"Second, maintaining romance is mandatory, Your Prophet Muhammad, also always Romantic really, even to the elderly."

"Yes, but?"

"Indeed Rahma was getting bored, because she was treated like this?" Ask Irsyad.

"Not really, Rahma likes."

"Eat him, out there people want you to get this kind of treatment, baby. So Rahma should be grateful."

"Yes mas. Sorry."

"Don't apologize, Rahma's deck is not wrong, come Aaa—" said Irsyad. Rahma opened her mouth.

They continued to eat until they finished, until two servings of rice kebeli was exhausted in both.

After enjoying an afternoon meal they decided to go to the nearest mosque before returning home, because the magrib time will arrive in about ten minutes.

Completed with their worship, Ustadz and his wife returned home. On the sidelines of their footsteps towards the parking lot, the two halted their steps when another veiled woman and a boy came across them.

"Ustad." Call the woman, who slaps her hands in front of her chest.

"Oh Allah, Isti isn't it?" Irsyad asked, Rahma looked over.

'Isti? Like no stranger.'

"It's true Ustadz." Replied the woman before him, her body still slim with the look of her own eyes, making Rahma feel inferior herself. "Mother." The woman also extended her hand to Rahma who then shook her clean white hand in front of her.

"Where is Isti? Is this Bilal?"

"Yes, Mr. Ustadz." The man shook Irsyad's hand and kissed the back of his hand.

"MashaAllah, are you an adult, still in college or graduated?"

"Alhamdulillah has graduated from college sir..."

"Owh, is it work?"

"yet, anyway. But already tried to put a cover letter in one of the motor companies from Japan."

"MashaAllah, great.may be accepted, yes?

"Aamiin..."

Rahma was still observing the woman in front of her, because it was clear that the look in her eyes was still on the husband, although Irsyad was more focused on the Bilal himself.

"Sorry Ustadz, we're going to the mosque first, we haven't prayed about it." Isti Say.

"Oh, yes please." Irsyad gave way, with a hand that was directly coiled on Rahma's shoulder.

"Who the hell is he?" Ask Rahma.

"Isti, the owner of the prayer beads." Only that Rahma remembered it.

"Owh, the ex?"

"Astagfirullah, what's the ex?"

"Your first love." Let go of Irsyad's hand and walk first.

"Roof... Mothers," the head bobbles and goes after the wife, who looks upset at her, although Irsyad does not say anything.