Pledge of Love Ustadz Irsyad
Afternoon walk

After a delicious lunch Rahma helped her mother wash the dishes they had eaten earlier, while Irsyad chatted with Rahma's father on the front porch of the house.

"Father wants to offer you a cigarette, but you don't smoke" said Mr Akmal Rahma's father as he chuckled.

"Yes sir, the time in the cottage was once told to try with friends, but Irsyad can not, once suction has cough" said Irsyad.

"It's okay, it's good, so it's healthy not to smoke" he said. Silent for a moment when Mr. Akmal began to smoke cigarettes in his hands.

"Syad?" His call, Irsyad who was holding a glass filled with warm tea also turned his head.

"Father is actually afraid when you are willing to marry your father's son" he said.

Irsyad sipped his tea and mapped the glass again in its place. "Fear what sir?"

"Yes, I know Rahma once it is sometimes outrageous. Like angry, and do not like to be arranged." he said, Irsyad smiled because everything said Mr. Akmal was right. "So my father was afraid that Irsyad even returned the father because he could not stand the same attitude of Rahma."

Irsyad. "Astaghfirullah, yes not like that too sir, I have said, I will accept Rahma from good or bad, and Rahma is actually also obedient. The proof is that he wants to wear the hijab for Irsyad." Answer Irsyad. Mr. Akmal smoked his cigarette again and exhaled his smoke in the other direction so as not to be exposed to his son-in-law.

"Yes, I believe and thank you very much, especially Irsyad must be in trouble because the father can not do anything?"

"Not really sir, Rahma is now diligent and has started to make food as well" said Irsyad. Mr. Akmal smiled as he touched Irsyad's shoulder.

"That's why I believe in you so much, you're such a good man, I feel like Rahma is so lucky to be married to you." Hearing that Irsyad smiled.

"Irsyad is also lucky to have a wife like Rahma sir, because what is in Irsyad is not all good, and Rahma can accept it all" he said.

"Yes, my brother, so I trust you all as Rahma's priest, just the one you asked of you Irsyad?" mr. Akmal's gaze began to get serious. "Please don't ever hurt your daughter? Because Rahma is really a child that once father and mother hope right," he said.

Mr. Akmal also turned his eyes, he looked straight ahead. "Father and mother were married for more than ten years, son, but during that time we have not been given offspring, once there, the mother must have miscarried, until many times. Therefore during pregnancy Rahma father is very caring for him, that's why when Rahma was born in this world father and mother really spoil him, whatever Rahma wants must be father and mother follow, all that for the sake of gratitude because we have a living child." he said, Irsyad was silent, he thought for a moment. If he was in the position of Mr. Akmal certainly he would do the same, he also hopes that the content of his wife is healthy.

"Yes sir, Irsyad will try to make Rahma happy, according to Irsyad's ability, and try not to hurt her" he said.

"Yes, thank you very much" said Mr. Akmal Irsyad smiling.

His afternoon....

After Ashar Rahma and Irsyad take a leisurely walk on a motorcycle owned by Pak Akmal around the alley where Rahma lived.

the area is actually still on the outskirts of the capital city of Jakarta, yes the area is crowded but not too shabby, most of them have settled there are not nomads or industrial workers, yes not all, not all, there are also some port employees and so on, because Rahma lives in the Tanjung Priok area of North Jakarta.There Irsyad brought the pace of his motorcycle, as well as his, through the market area called Warakas market and stop at a city park, people usually call it a triangle park. I don't know since childhood Rahma knew him by that.

"A lot of them?" irsyad asked shortly after he parked his motorcycle.

"Yes, it was late afternoon." replied Rahma.

Irsyad also took Rahma's hand, and took her around and sat on a park bench. The park is not so wide, but enough for refreshing, Irsyad's eyes turned around and then returned to face Rahma.

"Rahmas? Rahma wants no snacks?" ask Irsyad because there are so many brothers who sell on the outskirts of the park.

"May, Rahma wants to eat cakwe mas." Reply Rahma.

"Waaaah, is this the general will or dede nih?" ask Irsyad while chuckling.

"Kok umma, not umi?" ask Rahma.

"That's mom, which means my mother, if I call Rahma umi later will be my mother, Rahma is my wife, and mas can not call my wife by the name of my mother" said Irsyad, rahma just found out about it. He smiles.

"Is that so?" asked Rahma, "then the Ummanya may be Bi who wants to snack on cakwe hehehe." Rahma replied, Irsyad smiled, rubbing Rahma's head.

"It was nice when Rahma called mas with the name Abi, so can't wait for someone to call out abiiiiiii when Mas came home to teach." said Irsyad with his right hand rubbing Rahma's stomach. "Healthy baby." said Irsyad to the prospective child.

He went on, "buy first huh?" irsyad and Rahma nodded.

Rahma observed her husband who had walked away from the cakwe seller, It was nice to see her husband, especially her attention that made her hope only for him and his future children.