Pledge of Love Ustadz Irsyad
Chapter miss 4

Ashar time is indeed the time of Irsyad Prayer to congregate with his family at home. His regular time is also at the beginning of each week to check the memorization of the Qur'an his two children.

The two children had already memorized thirty, two nine, and twenty-eight juz. During the murojaah process, Ustadz Irshad would listen in turn. If it was Noah who was depositing memorization, then Rumi would sit in another corner to repeat the rote before depositing it.

Now the two have finished, which was immediately appreciated by Abinya with a favorite purple chocolate.

"Now, one for Brother." Irsyad handed one chocolate bar to Rumi who was immediately excited to receive it. And, whisper to Rumi. "So I graduated, tomorrow I'll just learn the next surah, yeah."

"Thank God, thank you Abi."

"Sama-sama, son of Sholehku.," he replied with a kiss on his forehead and a special prayer for him. Afterward, he looked at Noah who looked glum, and kept his head down.

"The other one's for you, Dede." Handing over to Noah, the boy's little hand slowly accepted it. Ustadz Irsyad leaned over slightly and whispered. "Dede studied again, yeah. Memorize that letter. Don't forget to pay attention to the tajwidnya. Understand, yes, Abi's God."

Irsyad did the same, kissed her little daughter on the forehead and gave a special prayer. Noah himself did not respond. Besides continuing to look down and over time crying without a sound.

"Well?" Irsyad grabbed onto Nuha's body and took her into his lap.

"Dede hasn't memorized, huh, Abi? Dede didn't graduate?" Asked Rumi who had started eating his chocolate. He did not hear the whisper of Abinya to Noah, but he could tell from the results of the murojaah of the younger brother.

Abi Irsyad's index finger stuck to her lips with a smile, asking that Rumi not say that. Now Noah was sobbing with both hands growing stronger on his neck.

"MashaAllah tabarakallah..," he murmured as he rose. The other hand rubbed Rumi's head, gently. "Sister, to Umma first, yes."

The child nodded while hurriedly getting up also from a sitting position with each other, then ran small out of the prayer room.

"Alaaaaach, Alaaaaach... Dede, Abi's baby." Abi Irsyad moved a little to calm Noah, who kept crying and buried his face. " Cup, cup... Why, so cry? Abi, right, not angry when Dede's deposit was a lot of harm. Abi just said study again, huh?"

Noah did not answer. He was still crying in Abi Irsyad's arms. The man also walked out of the prayer room while humming, reading Sholawat the Prophet.

Because the prayer room passes through the kitchen and the middle room. Umma Rahma who was preparing dinner dishes turned her head.

"Why, Dede?"

"Biasaaaa..," Abi Irsyad replied with a smile without stopping his steps out, while the other hand patted his back, quietly.

Rahma took a long breath, understood. The habit of reciting Noah when he had not been fluent in memorizing the Qur'an.

In order to win over Noah, Irsyad carried him out of the fence. Walk slowly down the paved road.

The houses there have started to be many in habitation, so every time Irsyad stepped. There were many people who greeted him and vice versa.

"Dede if rote, tuh, which part is difficult, anyway? Tell Abi, try." A question that did not make Noah make a single sound. "Dede, you should know. The name of learning is tired. But, later Dede himself will receive the benefits."

The boy still had no voice. His hands were focused on opening his chocolate.

Sometimes it's hard to talk to a seven-year-old. But at least, my words will still be absorbed by his brain. –batinnya while peeling off the shoulders of Noah, while continuing his steps light streets on the street complex.

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At nightfall, after eating dinner, Rahma accompanied Noah and Rumi to play for a while. Noah began to cheer up again and forgot his sadness.

That is the nature of children. His emotions change often. However, it is also easy to heal.

"Dede, Kaka. Tomorrow, right, school," asked Rahma after glancing at the clock.

The children did not dispute his mother's orders. They just clean up all the toys that are scattered without the need to be told.

"Umma, tomorrow wait for Brother Dede again, right?" Ask Rumi after finishing her toys.

"See tomorrow, yeah. If it can be the same Ustadzah, Umma there. If no? Yes, Umma's home. Kan, you'll pick him up before Brother Dede finishes. So Umma must be in school."

Rumi fell silent and hugged her mother. "If something is bad, how?"

"No one will be naughty, brother. There's an Ustazah, right?"

"Sister, scared, yeah. Same Rafiq?" Noah chimed in with a laugh.

"No papa, honey. Kan Rafiqnya just wanted to acquaintance and become his friend Brother."

"But Brother's toy was taken."

"No, taken. It's called borrowing. Behind it again, right?" ask Umma who saw the incident earlier. The boy nodded too. "No papa, later became a friend of Brother. Don't eat it if there are friends who want to play with Brother, huh?"

"Yes Umma." The boy let go of his embrace.

"Yes asleep, yuk," he asked then while getting up and holding his two children to the stairs.

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Almost an hour passed, Rahma came out of Rumi and Nuha's room. Her reddened eyes showed herself falling asleep as well.

"Mas Irsyad's home yet, huh?" he murmured while stepping down the stairs.

Because her husband said there would be an event at the neighbor's house after Isya. He has not been home since Magrib.

"Dad!" Irshad called Rahma from above. Apparently her husband has gone home.

"Rahma thinks he hasn't come home yet, Mom." Rahma went back up.

In the middle room is already on a dim light, in order to replace the main light that is deliberately extinguished when it is night.

"Already, Deck. Earlier, Mas also visited the children's room. You're sleeping."

"Kok, don't you wake up Rahma?"

"You're awake, anyway. But Mas's stomach hurts, so go to the bathroom and change clothes as well. His intention came out also because he wanted to wake up."

"Hmmm..." Rahma mangosteen.

"That's how many there are?" Asked Irsyad who had looked at the kitchen and saw what he had bought on the dining table.

"Rahma has eaten, really. And the one that has Mbak Rani has also been given."

"But there's still a lot. Another opo rasane, Dek? But you said it was good."

"Enak, Mommy. Just, I saw for myself. My body is so big."

"Yo natural, wong is an adult."

"Not that. I'm getting fat, aren't I, anyway?" A little stomping his leg."

Irsyad is stylized as if observing from top to bottom.

"No, Ah! Regular wae, tuh. Even more beautiful."

"Maaaaas–" whined in disbelief.

"Tenane, Deck. You are not fat. Just normal..."

"That means I'm too ordinary, yeah. So you can't see my change? Or have you never noticed all this time?"

"Well, yeah, Deck. Look, I'm watching."

"When you look, you're aware that I'm getting fat?"

Irsyad scratching head. –Piye, yo. Say 'e. Want to not answer honestly, added nesu. Want to be answered using a little lie, He will not believe. Grandma, not answered for sure?

"Can, diem? Mas emang never sensitized the feelings of his wife," he said before Irsyad made a sound. The woman went straight to her room past Irsyad who was even confused by herself.

Tenan, to? Not yet guessed what happened... (Irsyad)

"Well, you know, Deck?" The man followed his wife to their room.