Pledge of Love Ustadz Irsyad
the Missing Chapter (holy intention of Faqih)

In the darkness of the night accompanied by the light of the lamp, Faqih sat on his desk chair studying out where the spatter fell from the precariousness.

Tonight, Faqih really felt an unusual tremor. Even his mind was full of things that were not good he was responding to, until a good intention appeared that he wanted to express to his parents.

His gaze immediately turned to a hadith book of his childhood.

'I read what? Dede loi dong.' The innocent voice came back ringing. Faqih. Until a knock made him gasp and say Istighfar many times, after it swept.

"Aa', let's have dinner first." Take Abi, after opening the door to her son's room.

"Yes Bi." Faqih moved, he walked out.

Arriving in the dining room, he immediately sat at the dining table enjoying dinner with Abi and Ummanya.

In silence, Faqih's heart was increasingly filled with turmoil that somehow, like a feeling that he could no longer ponder in the bottom of his heart, until the pounding of his heart made him sigh many times. He also has an intention that makes him feel suddenly nervous.

Until the food on his plate was finished he ate.

Umm Hasna grabbed the dirty dishes and took them to the sink, so it was her habit to wash the dirty dishes immediately after all finished eating. While Abi Rahmat grabbed one orange, and peeled it.

In Faqih's silence, he still continued to tap the table using his index finger. Feeling the cold sweat that suddenly dripped.

As he understood what his son was feeling, Abi Rahmat turned his head. "Did?"

He gasped at the man and then looked. "Yes?"

"What's wrong?"

"Emmm, not Bi."

"Tell me."

"That, if? How did Faqih teach Noah?"

The sound of the sink water faucet instantly stopped when Umma Hasna suddenly turned it off. He looked up and waited for the second conversation.

Abi Rahmat frowned. "Noha? Noah, ustadz Irsyad?" A smile appeared on his lips.

"Yes," bowed shyly.

"You admire her? Since when?"

"Once again, essentially. Rather than bothering the heart and mind continuously, Faqih would rather just marry." The answer.

Ustadz Rahmat chuckled, then cleared his throat. "Just yesterday, Habib Umar asked Abi for help, to deliver his sermon to Ustadz Irsyad. Because he also admired Nuha, eh this son of Abi also turned out to be the same, admire Noah too, MashaAllah that godly girl."

"Then? Did Abi deliver it?" Ask Faqih.

"Yet, the intention is tomorrow."

"Bi, please Bi, preach to Faqih only." Grabbing Abinya's hand. I don't know why he was afraid suddenly Abinya said that.

Umma Hasna is approaching. "Faqih, are you serious about Noah? A prick like that?"

"Umma, how do you say that anyway?" Abi Rahmat.

"It's nothing Bi, Umma really wants Faqih is the same Zahra, the girl of Soleha kalem again."

"But he's great, while Noah's what?"

"Umma istighfar." Abi Rahmat's. Umma Hasna muttered something. After that Abi Rahmat turned his head back towards the child. "Are you sure Faqih?" Ask her.

"insyaAllah Bi. Faqih is sure."

"MashaAllah" he rubbed Faqih's head. His eyes glazed over. "inshaAllah, Abi agreed. Tomorrow Abi will tell ustadz Irsyad."

The eyes of Faqih were also shining. "Alhamdulillah." Mumam Faqih.

"Yes, it's in there first. Let Abi talk about this with Umma."

"Yes Bi. Thank you, "get up from there and walk to her room, smiling. "box." Mumbled wailing.

After Faqih came in, Umm Hasna took her husband's hand. "Bi, Umma prefers Zahra loh Bi."

"Umma, don't be like that. Noah is also Soleha."

"But Umma thought he couldn't cook, just like his mother. We've been to his house, and his mother's cooking is bland lacking spice."

"Astagfirullah al'azim, Umma. Can't think good."

"Yes Bi, yes."

"Yes already. Abi just wants Umma to accept Noah, if there will be a soul mate among them huh."

"Yes," replied with a slight indolence.

"The Iklhas Umma."

"Yes Abi, Umma is sincere." He answered with a forced smile. Ustadz Rahmat smiled.

"But Bi, if they're a match, anyway 'Nuha and Faqih should stay here."

"Well, how do you say that anyway?"

"Yes, Rahma's mother already has one other child, while we only have Faqih."

"No way Umma, want to stay where it's the right of Faqih and Nuha, if Abi really want him Faqih has his own place to live even if only contracted."

"Just son, don't want to. Poor Faqih Bi, besides our house is wide. Anyway I want my daughter-in-law who lives here."

"Astagfirullah al'azim, Umm why talk like that. Not good Umma, manyin istighfar lah. They're not necessarily friends either, either,"

"Yes Bi, sorry."

"Do not think bad or bad, Umma,"

"Yeah." Yeah." Answer a little bit

"Yes Abi came in first." Say it while moving.

He had his chin on the dining table. "Haaahh, but I've been with Zahra. The girl is pretty, polite, calm. That's Nuha? He is a very famous son of Ustadz. But still, less like the Ummanya. Time has to be good." Murmuring alone. Then go back and clean up the rest of their dinner.

Seriate...