Pledge of Love Ustadz Irsyad
Chapter miss 5

Rahma rushed to the bathroom to perform a routine ritual before going to bed. Such as: brushing your teeth, washing your face with a facial wash, then last ablution.

Taking care of your face every time you want to sleep is a must thing to do. In order to avoid the dullness on his round face.

When it was all over, he came back out. And when he opened the bathroom door, he was greeted Irsyad who stood before him, smiling sweetly.

Rahma who was pretending to be irritated was throwing her face cynically.

"Duh Gusti, your rich geek needs this thing." Irsyad followed Rahma who stopped at the dresser.

"There sleep! What do you think of Rahma?" Expel with the movement of his eye tail.

"Wong wants to watch you use water in those bottles. You have to wear it too. Let it be even more handsome.." his joke while raising his eyebrows, teasing Rahma.

"Fuck, anyway...." Rahma poured a little toner over the cotton.

Before applying it to the face, she glanced slightly at her husband who was still at home crouching next to Rahma's chair. The man again smiled widely which made Rahma immediately throw her face. She almost laughed at her husband's behavior.

"Duh, the shirt." Irsyad pulled a little negligee strap on Rahma's shoulder.

"What, anyway?" Rahma blushed looking at her husband's flirtatious gaze.

The man realized that the armless Daster used by Rahma often made her husband focus wrong. Though he himself did not intentionally wear it, just because it was a little sultry tonight.

"Udah a week more, loh, Deck. Ten days instead, if calculated." Irsyad showed her ten fingers, which made Rahma bite her own lips, unable to hold back any longer.

"Here you go, sleep!" Last line of defense, Rahma returns to banish her husband spoiled. Even though in his heart he still wants to be persuaded.

"Sek, to.., he likes to digress. If I'm so you're more nesu, aren't you?"

"What? No, Iah!"

"That's it...." Irsyad resuscitated his forehead on Rahma's thigh, until the mother of two children smiled. Irsyad raised his head again. "Oh! I just remembered, you were shampooing this morning, right?"

"I don't know, tuh!" Turned face.

"Come on, I know you're done. On the plus side of this shirt, what's the name if it's not code?"

"what code. pede really..."

"Eleeeeeh, no need to pretend, Dek. You know you want that, right?"

"You want what, anyway?" Rahma laughing.

"Gass, laaaah..." Irsyad clapped his hands once with a gleeful expression.

"Diddeliver!" Rahma grew increasingly curled, while hitting the arm of her husband.

"What kind of shit, Mom? While sleeping, Rahma was also sleepy," he said, continuing to pull away the spoiled hands of her husband who was pulling clothes.

"Come on, just be direct, who knows who the twins are."

"Jeez." Rahma laughed while covering her mouth. Not to mention when Irsyad grabbed her waist. Ask Rahma to wake up.

Who can resist the husband's wishes? So did Rahma who finally followed Irsyad to move to sit on the bed.

The cotton that was affected by the toner was now lying just like that on the dressing table, even before touching Rahma's facial skin. The loving world of Ustadz Irsyad made Rahma forget that.

A shadow highlighted by a sleeping lamp conjures up a visual of two halal lovebirds who are making love on a foam mattress. A silent witness of the union of love that never made Rahma regret having married a man like Irsyad Fadillah.

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The day has changed. Ustadz Irsyad did not leave in the morning like yesterday. He even had time to help Rahma, preparing the school needs of their children.

"Walaaaaaaah, children of Abi. MashaAllah..," praise Irsyad after their two children are ready to use his uniform.

"Abi, Abi...., it'll be a walk, right?"

"So, Le. Night but, yes. Later we will go to the house of Mr. Ustadz Rahmat," he replied as he rubbed his son's face.

"What's the show, anyway, Mas?" Ask Rahma. His hands were resting on the backpacks of Noah and Rumi.

"Only ordinary people. Ustadz Rahmat wants Adain a small thanks. Two families ngundang. Our family, and Mr. Huda's family."

"The house of Mr. Ustadz Grace, the house of a brother who never smiles, huh, Abi?" ask Noah.

"Dear, Brother Faqih is his name" replied Ustadz Irsyad. Noah also grinned.

"Why smile to that extent?" Ask Rahma worried. With his hands pinched his daughter's cheeks slowly.

"Nuha likes it, because the books have Big Brother is good," he replied innocently.

"Importantly, Dede had to remember Umma's message, yes. At home people should be calm, should not touch anything," he asked gently. Noah also nodded in spirit.

Irsyad smiled faintly. Then move...

"Let's go first, yeah. Dede, brother, same Umma be careful on the road." Kissed one of their children, and finally Umma on the forehead. "Assalamualaikum–"

Walaikumsalam, Abi! Nooooooo...." They waved at Abinya who had already walked out of the room.

Rahma refocused on putting the bags on her children's backs, before busily putting up a veil for her face and going to school with Nuha and Rumi.