Pledge of Love Ustadz Irsyad
Chapter misses 1

In a quiet residential complex, make friends the murotal sound of the mosque's toa-toa. Typical sounds are one third of the night before dawn.

Ustadz Irshad as usual, was enjoying seven dates and cereal milk as a meal of sahur.

The choice remains for him who does not like to eat heavy food, especially oily at the time of dawn. That's why, his body is still so-so. There is no change in his age that is still in his thirties. Because of the diet that follows the advice of the Prophet not to overdo it. And his routine is to observe the Sunnah fast.

He is indeed one of the people who keep the night prayer and sunnya fasting. Which is sometimes done also by Rahma if it is not idolatrous.

For the hour of dawn is the most mustajab time to raise your hands and pray. Where Allah SWT even came down to the heavens and the earth and offered, for His servants who have a wish or a request for mercy. To come to Him in the way of the last third of the night.

On the sidelines listen to the verses of the Quran. He also heard the footsteps of the faint-hearted begin to approach the kitchen room.

Rahma, huh?

The thirty-seven-year-old man was waiting for the shadow outside that increasingly entered into the kitchen.

Unexpectedly, a boy stopped his steps. His little hand rubbed both eyes that felt painful after waking up.

"Maa shaa Allah... Is Abi awake?" Chuckling, he put a date in his hand before moving on and approaching Rumi Al Fatih.

"What are you doing?"

"Eating dates, Brother..." Carrying Rumi's body, then bringing her to the dining table.

"Eating dates night-night?"

"Yes, let it be strong tomorrow."

Rumi thought for a moment. "Abi sahur? Abi's fasting tomorrow?"

"In shaa Allah..." Pouring a glass of water to his son and leading him to speak basmalah.

"That's the month of fasting tomorrow, Bi?" Ask plain after drinking a little, then push the glass. "Kok, don't you wake up with Dede's sister?"

Irsyad laughed at the innocent words of his eldest son.

"Tomorrow is not a fasting month, Le. But tomorrow is a good day to observe the fast."

"What is sunna fasting?"

"The fast that is done rests, but if not. Yes, it is not sinful" he replied while consuming dates. The child also took a date from a plastic container and bit it a little bit.

"Nobody up yet?"

"So Rumi had a bad dream. So scared in the room..."

"Oooo... What dream, really?"

"The sky collapsed rich in snow, Bi. But a lot of it. There's a big rock, chase after Brother." The boy chattered while demonstrating with both hands that were shaped like a large circle. While his voice confirmed the visual in his dream.

"Subhanallah... Have you done what Abi taught you that nightmares?" Abi Irshad asked as he pointed the date at the child, after removing the seeds.

"Have read his prayer as well." Yawning with both hands shuts the mouth then, after which beristighfar.

"Maa shaa Allah..." Abi Irsyad kissed Rumi's cheek. "Don't be afraid of nightmares, brother. All because the devil is disturbing. Ask Allah for protection, the best of the protectors."

"Yes, Abi."

"Assynoltom..." Rahma entered the kitchen while tying her hair. Seen once the typical plain face of waking up that sighed. Because the mother of two children with a slightly stocky body felt the loss of her first child, when she found the door to Rumi and Noah's room open.

"Walaikumsalam," Abi and Rumi answered simultaneously.

"What's this guy here? Just look for it in the bathroom. Because there's only Dede in the room. uh, the same date mamam Abi again." Umma walked over and rubbed his son's face. Before kissing her many times.

Rumi immediately grinned "Kakakak sahur with Abi."

"Oh, huh? Brother wants to fast tomorrow?"

"No, no, not the month of fasting" he replied innocently. Abi and Umma laughed.

"Oh, so just sahur?" Tanya Ustadz Irshad felt anxious. The boy replied while nodding and then extended both hands.

"Umma, hold on."

"Sister is big, already heavy as well. Time to ask for a Umma carrier?" sack Abinya.

"Aaaaaa, you want to carry Umma!"

"MashaAllah, here–" Rahma held her son who immediately grabbed her by the neck of her Ummanya. "Geez! Umma's son who wants to enter SD, it's really heavy this loh."

Rumi smiled broadly. "Aren't you big, huh, Umma?"

"Yes, it's big now. How fast, anyway, son?"

"Because I want to race Dede."

"What race?" Ustadz Irshad asked with a smile.

"You're SD, Dede hasn't, have you, Umma?"

"Emmm, you guys are in SD samaan, baby," Rahma replied while sitting down after the husband took out a chair next to her.

"Same with Dede? He said, Rumi is my sister. The time together continues to be the same Dede?"

Ustadz Irshad smiled, putting one seventh date in his mouth.

"But older sister at different classes. His sister is at his lower grade level. Rumi's time with Nuha continues."

"Because you guys are special. Born on the same date just a few minutes apart." Ustadz Irshad answered while gently rubbing the boy's head.

"But Rumi's SD class driver, Dede's only in kind."

"It can't be that way, honey. You still have to be together because it has been such a provision. The special child, born on the same day, will continue to be together."

Rumi was silent as if not listening. But actually, the child is digesting the meaning of his mother's words.

"Umma eat this...." Rumi offered a date that had been removed for Umma Rahma.

"Well, son of Umma," praised Rahma as she opened her mouth.

"Kan, dear sister Umma. Brother wants a bribe. Umma continues," he chanted while inserting the fruit.

"MashaAllah...." Rahma laughed with anxiety while kissing her son.

***

The sky outside is clear...

Ustadz Irshad is now ready with his shirt and laptop sling bag. Was looking in the mirror once again to make sure his appearance was neat.

"Great talk. Don't keep polishing." Rahma's lips entered their room.

Irsyad widens smile. "Let's be more sure that the mas isn't good-looking, Dek."

"Huuuu, look at that gray hair has started to look like."

"Moso?" Irsyad immediately returned to reflect and unfold the side of the hair pointed Rahma. "Where, Deck?"

"Itu–"

"Where? None! nagging, here...."

"Haha..." Rahma laughed crisply. "Yes, who always ngaku handsome emang not yet gray, really. I'm getting older all alone."

"Here, yo, no, Deck. Tua'an..."

"The money, it's Old, Mas. But the visuals are fixed on me aging first." Grunts while grabbing her husband's glasses.

"No, my dear. Still later we age together," he said while bowing when Rahma was about to put on her glasses.

Irsyad's lips were thin, which showed the water of the handsome face many times over until Rahma was stunned for a moment.

His face turned to the side right where the mirror was reflecting their reflection. I don't know how she feels. Or is her husband really much younger looking than her who is now rather fat?

The shame of staring at his own body shape makes Rahma rush back to Ustadz Irshad, to remove his glasses.

"Don't wear glasses, Mom."

"Well, how's it going?" tanyanya was confused, where Rahma herself was silent. "Sir, it will be hard to read. I have a minus eye problem."

"But I don't like wearing glasses." Rahma hid Irsyad's glasses behind her body.

"why, to?"

"More looks young and handsome," he answered softly. Irsyad slightly stiffened his ears before finally joking. "Kok, laughing?"

"I'm praised by you" he replied, still laughing.

"Who is muji?" Hitting her husband's shoulder gnashed mixed with annoyance.

"That's what? O Allah. after a long time finally got the wife's confession. If I'm handsome."

"So good to say that, huh?"

"Yo clear–"

"Yes, that's it! wear glasses. Keep on, just spread the charm there, same student you!" Rahma grabbed Irsyad's hand and put the glasses into her palm with a slight bang.

"Piye? How, nesu?" Irsyad held back Rahma's hand that was about to leave. "Don't be angry dong. Kan, Mas emang seneng in praise of you."

"I don't know, I do!"

"Seriously, Khumaira. It was really romantic, deg-deg ser so," as well as Irsyad.

"Wear it yourself...!

"What then? Mas again this lambs. Can't persuade you to wear love."

"Not to be happy?" Rahma started to shudder herself, holding back a laugh as Irsyad tickled her body.

"Keep wearing what? Want sun can not this, fear of conceiving orgasm."

"Hahaha, mom. Oh my goodness, I am ticklish."

"Eat him don't sulk."

"No! No thrashing..." Still continue to laugh until the sound of knocking that led to calls from both of their children outside the room, making the activities of this husband and wife stopped. Rahma then put her husband's glasses on again before leaving the room.