Pledge of Love Ustadz Irsyad
Chapter miss 2

Irsyad, who had to leave in the morning, said goodbye when Rahma was preparing their children's MI uniforms a few hours ago.

Today was the first day the twins were in elementary school. Be, the preparation of the mother of two children is even more extra. By now, both of them had finished wearing clothes. With the help of Umma.

"Well, beautiful and handsome is the son of Umma" he said after putting a white hijab on the head of Noah who was smiling widely.

"Dede's already big, huh, Umma?"

"But Big Brother is bigger, huh, Umma?" saut Rumi won't lose.

"Yes, everything is big," replied Umma mediate.

"But, right, the height of Brother." Rumi raised her hand measuring the height of her own head to the head of Noah which was indeed shorter than her.

"Sister, tiptoe!" the thrill does not like that Rumi has played measuring height.

"Where? No... Big Brother is tall, huh Umma?"

"But Dede saw!"

"People, no!"

"Yes!"

"No! Brother is tall..."

"But the big brother just now, it's cheating his name."

"No tiptoe! Look at that, I!"

"Astaghfirullah al'azim..." Rahma scratched her head holding back her annoyance. Because his two children are so often like that.

"No, Umma's angry about Dede."

"Just son, the big brother who made Umma dizzy."

"eeeeeeit... Umma said what was that? You guys don't fight. You guys gotta get along! if you want after school later Umma buy ice cream waffles at his shop. Hayoooo...?" Rahma pointed her index finger alternately from Rumi to Nuha.

Both of them are compact to silence their mouths. For the sake of being able to buy a favorite ice cream, they must indeed massage the same Umma. That's rule.

"You want some ice cream?"

"You, Umma! Brother wants strawberry." Raise his index finger high.

"Dede vanilla, Umma! Vanilla Dede!" Do not want to lose the youngest is also the same as lifting while jumping up and down so that his finger can be higher than his brother.

Anxious Rahma smiled before kissing the two.

"Alright, we go to school first, yuk. Waiting for this first day."

"Yeahaaay!" both are full of spirit. They were out of the room at the same time from the twins.

Yes, their room is still one because Rumi and Nuha are still children. It's just that their beds are separated.

Outside, Umma said goodbye first with Mbak Rani. The house assistant in the house. After that, get ready to ride a motorcycle to take his children to school which is not too far away.

On the way, with the air still cool Rumi and Nuha rummaged to read the Surah Al waqiah they had memorized. Between Rumi and Noah must have preceded each other, as if to show who is more memorized than each.

Of course Rahma who is used to it can only be silent. Listening to his children mengurojaah while occasionally smiling greet people who happen to cross paths with them.

Arriving at school, the brown veiled woman wearing a robe and a black hijab immediately took off her children's helmets alternately and led them to her right and left to enter the school area.

Some children are seen running around, some are choosing to sit near their mother while continuing to hold their arms. There are also those who do not want to go to class and cry. Truly the typical frenzy of the new school year.

Nuha and Rumi sat in a chair that was made circular and lined up in the classroom. The classroom atmosphere is not so full yet but there are still many children there.

"Sister, same Dede. Later if Ustazah's mother has come to calm down, huh? Can't be noisy. It must be silent, and dreaded that Ustadzah is speaking. Understand?!"

"Understand, Umma!" knitting together. Rahma smiled too. He himself waited for a few minutes until his students had all come and one long-veiled female teacher entered the classroom while greeting.

While Rumi and Nuha, become children who do not come out at all. Noah who talked a lot of course had started to know one friend. While Rumi, He just kept looking at the closed door and occasionally shifted to the window where Ummanya peeked.

"Assalamu'alaikum everything?" greet Ustadzah cheerfully to the children in front of him. He was answered cheerfully by the children.

First of all, Ustadzah introduced themselves, then led them to pray together after that and then did the Dhuha prayer together.

"Well, anyone here want to be a priest?" he asked, and almost all of them raised their index fingers, scrambling to become a priest except for Rumi who was just silent.

Bu Ustadzah laughed because there were girls who raised their fingers. He explained a little with his cheerful language, after which he persuaded one of the boys to be absent. After being selected, the congregational Dhuha prayer was started.

Rahma who was looking from the classroom window smiled happily. Seeing their two children can be calm while praying, although other friends look a lot of playful.

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It was in an ice cream shop...

The two children sat in front of Umma Rahma. Eat their favorite ice cream on order.

"Nake?" asked Rahma while watching her two children eat ice cream cheerfully.

"Enak, Umma." he answered, showing their thumbs together and continuing to eat.

"If it's good, what do you say?"

"Alhamdulillah..," answered simultaneously. Rahma who heard that smiled happily. Before long the phone call rang.

Umma looked at their Abi name on the phone screen and hurriedly picked her up.

"Assynogaal?" greet Irsyad from sebrang.

"Master, Mas."

"Home home, Dek?"

"Yet. These kids are asking to stop by some ice cream snacks, Mas."

"No papa, hot gini, yo, ena'e eat ice cream," he said, smiling at Rahma from here. "Oh..., how are the kids?"

"Thank God for Noah as always, easy to blend in. If Rumi isn't used to it yet, it still needs adaptation."

"Yeah, wes. The important thing is, right, still in class, to?"

"Yes, I want to. Thank God, when there is one, two, who do not want to enter, Bi. Maybe tomorrow the kids will be trained to stay."

"Yes, Deck, no papa. Let it be independent, but as much as possible do not need to stay first. You're on standby outside without Rumi and Nuha looking."

"Yes, Mas. Intention is like that. Because they haven't lost any children yet."

"Thank God, then. Sorry, Deck. It was a long time ago, yeah. Waiting for the students."

"Okeh, Mommy. Don't forget later buyin Rahma Tahu Aci who was rich at that time, Mas bring."

"Oh.. done it, honey. No special buyin, original Tegal. Ask Fatkhul Qullum. It was he who bought it, he, you see...."

"Emmm, yes it is. It's delicious, even if it's cold, it's not hard."

"Sip. Yes, I closed it first. Careful to go home with the kids. Ojo speeding, you know, Deck."

"Yes, Mum."

"Assalamualaikum Umm Rumi-Nuha–" he said in a smooth voice and a little teasing.

"Guhen Rumi-Nuha."

"Duh, Gusti..," came the crisp laughter of Ustadz Irshad from the brisket which made Rahma slightly silence her mouth holding back laughter as well. Then hurriedly turned off his phone and refocused watching his two children who were still cool to spend ice cream in front of each.