Pledge of Love Ustadz Irsyad
miss chapter 6

The night after Isya, the Ustadz Irsyad family traveled to the Asemka area.

Two children sitting in the middle cabin looked happy, sitting facing the back while counting the cars behind him, and scrambling for ownership.

"Abi, later if Rumi's grown up. Rumi's gonna have a nice red car, '" referring to one of the cars that just overtook their car.

"Aamiin, Abi pray. Better than that."

"Yeeeaaay."

"If Dede wants a rich car to have Abi."

"Hehehe, Abi's car is good, huh?"

"good. Dede likes to wear Abi's mobi. Later on Nuha who invited Umma with Abi to go for a walk."

"Hahaha, Aamiin." Abi and Umma laughed while assuring. While babbling for the sake of babbling their children continue to enliven the quiet atmosphere, while traveling tonight.

Arriving at a housing complex. Ustadz Irshad was a little confused. He rarely visited the house of Ustadz Rahmat. Even for more than ten years as a fellow lecturer, he has only come here three times.

"Turn left what's right, huh?" muttered Irsyad after stopping the speed of his vehicle in the T-junction.

The houses in this complex are quite numerous. Be He confused.

"Telfon Ustadz Rahmat only, Bi," Rahma proposed. Irsyad pulled his phone out of the bag. Not to mention the number on the way, a car horn in the back has surprised him.

"Bi, that's Mr. Huda's car, isn't it?" asked Rahma who looked over.

"Eh, yes." He decided to pull over his car so that the car in front could get ahead.

The white car behind him started to walk forward and stopped next to him for a moment.

"Assynnya!" Greet a fat man with a rather thick brew around his jaw.

"Walaikumsalam, Akhi..," answered Ustadz Irsyad while chuckling.

"Where, this? Just stay here. Kirain's been bland first?"

"Here, I forgot which block? That's why I want to call Ustadz Rahmat."

"Waaaah, suck this. Yuk, I'll go first."

"Hehehe. Monggo Mr. Huda." Irsyad let Mr. Huda's car run first, then followed later.

Arriving at one of the second-floor houses, fenced in black iron. They also pulled the car over.

There was a woman with a light blue robe, with a jumbo rectangular hijab from inside a white car. Approaching Rahma first.

"Assalamualaikum, Ma'am Rahma."

"Walaikumsalam warahmatullah, Siti's sister."

"MashaAllah, long time no see."

The two hugged each other after shaking hands.

"Yes, right. If there's no such event, it's hard to meet."

"It's true." Siti smiled, she also welcomed two of Rahma's children and vice versa. It was so fun to greet each other's children, without realizing they had been outside the house for a long time until finally the host approached out.

"Awaited, even the arrow here..," Ustadz Rahmat shook the hands of two of his teaching friends. Then cupped both hands in front of the chest.

"Yes this, Ustadz Irsyad said he wanted to ngadem. If I don't want to, mending in so I can try Nila bakar who has antum share in the group," selorohnya while laughing. Of course, there was laughter from both.

"Yet everybody in. Mari Mbak Rahma, Siti Tea. My wife is still in the kitchen," Ustadz invited Grace kindly.

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Inside the house, a family atmosphere is created. Although only two families, but because of the many children make the atmosphere of the house becomes increasingly rowdy.

The position of the parents is in the living room, while the children are in the middle room area. With Faqih also who at that time had just returned from Bekasi for the Quran recitation competition.

Nuha who was playing with Hanifah, the last daughter of Mr. Huda began to feel bored.

"Hanifah, we're playing a chase, yuk?" take him innocently.

"No way, Noah. Later in the omelin Abi with Ummi, I. He said at home people should calm down."

"Not here, but outside."

"Emmmm..," Hanifah turned her head towards her older sister who was just sitting politely on the sofa.

"Don't! Later Teteh said it was the same Ummi, you know," he threatened with a very soft voice.

"No, you can't be the same" whispered Hanifah.

"Well, that's it. Dede's going out." Noah got up from his seat. He also took a walk. Overactive girls never sit for long. And now he was curious about the trinkets on the table.

From the direction of the kitchen, out a woman with a long hijab while carrying a plate of Surabaya layer cake. He also found that Noah was touching a porcelain decoration he had obtained during Umrah a few months ago.

"Nuha, no. Sit down, and there you go" he said, touching Noah's hand.

"That's what?"

"Hiasan, Neng," he replied as he led him to his seat.

"But good, Dede wants to borrow."

Hasnah smiled faintly, "Don't, yes, Neng. It's not a toy. The one here."

Noah also obeyed. He went with his mother Faqih, and sat down again in his original place. Hasnah placed a plate containing pieces of cake on the table.

"Kids, this is the cake to eat, yes" he said.

For a moment his gaze was fixed on Zahra. The little girl nodded politely.

"MashaAllah, Zahra is great. More beautiful..."

"Thank you, Umm Faqih" he replied. Hasna was sitting next to me.

"What class is it now?"

"Fourth grade, Umm."

"Oh, MashaAllah. He said yesterday rank one, again?"

"Yes..," Smiled sweet.

"Duh, gelis pisan, politely, pinter again. You, mah. So want to have a daughter if you look at Zahra," she praised endlessly at the little girl who widened her sweet smile. "Yes, sok. Eat that cake."

"Yes, Umm." The little girl nodded politely. Before Hasnah comes out again.

After Ummanya Faqih came out, Noah who had been back playing began to see something that caught his attention.

The little girl got back up and walked over to one of the shelves in the corner of the room.

The level of curiosity this time actually realized Faqih, who was about to drink, was immediately running small while carrying his glass.

He tried to get ahead of Noah, before standing in front of a shelf containing some of his Toy's strory Action figures. Don't touch this nosy kid, he thought.

"So beware" Noah pushed through Faqih's body, which was trying to keep the new toy he had arranged. He will not be willing if he messes with this little boy.

"No!" the answer was short, with a stern expression. Leaning and blocking the small hands of Noah who constantly looking for reproach to take the toy.

All he did was to save his toy from the hand of Noah.

"IIhhh, Brother beware! Dede wants to see the doll." Noah encouraged her, without giving up. But Faqih did not care. He just kept quiet while glancing back.

It was so bad because Faqih did not move away. Noah's hand, accidentally pushed Faqih's arm. And the glass fell and broke.

PRAAAAAAANGGG!

The sound of the glass breaking made Noah cry. Everything outside was definitely heard as well, not least Rahma who immediately walked quickly, entered.

"Duh, Dede did, anyway...." Rahma. While Noah only pointed at Faqih's toys with his cries getting louder. "No, not polite. Umma would often teach Dede to be polite in people's homes" he whispered.

"But, Dede wanted it..," pointed to the toy he wanted.

Faqih who was still standing in front of the shelf just sighed, not to mention when Umma Hasnah and Abi Rahmat also entered.

He could already guess, his parents would defend Noah and take his toy. And handed it to noha, all because of the crying of Noah that never stopped even asking to be bought.

After the drama of Noah's crying, Faqih also let two toys on loan. And thankful that before Noah came back, he gave it back.

The atmosphere warmed up before dinner began. A grilled tilapia that became the main menu. Making Rahma realize, her husband was very fond of burning indigo.

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When everyone came home, Ustadz Rahmat immediately helped his wife clean up the rest of the event at their home.

Arrange dirty glasses and dishes, in order to stack them into one.

"Bi, Ustadz Irsyad's little son is really, really."

"What's really going on, Umma? Don't talk weird, ah. Atuh, right, still a kid. It's natural..."

"See Zahra, same as Hanifa? What a rich Nuha. Actually earlier, mah, the boy was not much diemnya. Maybe Madam Rahma was too pampering, times, huh?"

Ustadz Rahmat put his index finger to his own lips.

"Stop here, yeah. Not good, talking about someone else's child. Especially when it comes to educating methods. We're not necessarily good at educating children either." Ustadz Rahmat closed the conversation by leaving while bringing in a tray of dirty dishes and glasses inside.

"No, A'a is so. I'll tell you what it is." Hasnah walked while carrying the leftovers on the table inside.