Pledge of Love Ustadz Irsyad
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Today in a different place, Ustadz Irsyad shook the hand of Rahma's father and vowed.

"Bismil was born Rahmanirrahim, I Accept the Marriage of Rahma Quratta Aini bint Akmal Sadikin, with a dowry a set of prayer tools paid in cash" Outspokenly the man said his marriage pledge with Rahma, Rahma, on the other hand Rahma was bowed with her mother's soft caress touched when her daughter was now officially edited by the man named Irsyad.

"Son, you've officially become the wife of Ustadz Irsyad, congratulations dear," Her mother hugged her daughter's body happily but not for Rahma who felt all these marriages were a compulsion she did not want at all.

At that time Irsyad approached his wife in a different room, she crouched down in front of Rahma.

"Assalamu'alaikum, my wife? Can you see your face?" Irsyad said in a very soft voice, which momentarily made Rahma raise her head to look at her husband for the first time.

'Subhanallah, my wife is really beautiful' he murmured in his heart, yes not only Rahma, Irsyad was the same, this was his first time seeing the woman before him.

Irsyad stretched out her hand hoping that Rahma would grab it and kiss the back of her hand, slowly Rahma grabbed it and kissed it softly as a sign of her service for the first time.

His smile was happy on Irsyad's lips when Rahma kissed his hand, while the tremors in his heart began to feel.but not so for Rahma who returned down her tears dripping, her hands slightly clenched, her hands slightly clenched, it was not the man before her who was supposed to be her husband, but Fikri the man she loved so much.

That night, Rahma was directly in boyong to Irsyad's house which was quite large, there were only the two of them, the Irsyad family lived in Tegal Rejo, Magelang district.

While Irsyad lives in the beautiful hope area of bekasi.

Irsyad opened the door, with Rahma's bag in her hand.

"Assalamu'alaikum" said Irsyad as the door opened.

"Let's go on deck" take Irsyad.

Without saying anything Rahma entered slowly, a little astonished he for a moment when he saw the sizable house.

"Welcome to our house deck, mas hope you feel at home stay here huh?" Irsyad. But instead of answering him Rahma actually walked first leaving her husband who was still standing there, with the biggest smile Irsyad followed the steps of his wife who still looked confused.

"Dek, what are you looking for? Our room is upstairs" Irsyad said politely.

"Where?" Ask Rahma briefly.

"Alhamdulillah, finally you want to open your voice, your voice is beautiful Rahma," said Irsyad pleased.

Yes, some women when praised like that will certainly be happy but not for Rahma, he was actually not happy, let alone hear his praise, see the face of the man he did not want to, at all, fikri is much more handsome than him. He threw away his face and walked up one step at a time, leaving Irsyad still looking at him.

"Said person? Rahma was actually a delicate and kind girl, only her heart was still injured so I should be able to become a dressing wound that could seal the wound in her heart, hopefully, you can love me Rahma" Irsyad murmured, he again stepped foot after Rahma who had reached the second floor of the house.

"Dek, our room is here" said Irsyad, Rahma turned and followed the steps of the tall man before her.

A moment Irsyad opened the door of his room, a little surprised Irsyad when he saw his room was already in beautiful ornaments.

"Waaahhhh must have been working on this while it was a contract earlier" He smiled happily and then turned to look at Rahma.

"Beautiful on deck?" Irsyad asked, but Rahma did not answer him she just went in and sat on the bed.

'MashaAllah, why am I pounding like this?? Right this is my first night and Rahma's, I can't be nervous just because I saw a woman sitting on my bed' Irsyad muttered. He walked in and closed the door of his room and placed Rahma's bag near his wardrobe.

It feels very awkward, although Rahma is still focused on looking around the area of the room but Rahma's charm really makes Irsyad can not fight the nervousness, it is, slowly he stepped his foot and sat down next to Rahma.

'MashaAllah, what should I do? I didn't know I had to start, I couldn't even look at her.Irsyad was really nervous, slowly her face turned towards Rahma who was also looking at her.

The two eyes met each other, which at that time also made Rahma turn her face, while Irsyad even smiled.

"Rahmas? You don't want to see the mas?" Irsyad.

"I want to go to the bathroom to change my clothes" said Rahma nervously.

"Ohh, yes deck, but before that" said Irsyad. "Can? Did you open your hijab?" Said Irsyad who at that time also made Rahma turn her head.

"My..hijab?" Ask Rahma.

"Yes, would you like to? Opening and looking at your hair before you let go of it yourself in that bathroom, can you?" Ask Irsyad.

"For what? Have you ever seen me without a hijab? Not that I haven't been hijab all this time, I didn't know?" Rahma said, Irsyad smiled all day Rahma finally wanted to talk to him a lot.

"Mas tau, ade so far not hijab, just mas has never seen the self ade without hijab, but after the mas ask Ade istiqomah to wear this hijab cloth huh?" irsyad.

"I do not promise you" replied Rahma Ketus.

"Well, it's a deck obligation, ade have to wear a hijab if you go out of the house" said Irsyad.

"Emmm" replied Rahma briefly which then made Irsyad smile.

"Hows it? Can I open it now?" ask Irsyad.

A little speechless Rahma when she heard that, the man who is now her husband wanted to open the hijab that covers her head at this time, she said, although she could show her hair to the Audience, she somehow asked her husband to be nervous.

"Why silence deck? Can't ya?" ask Irsyad.

"Yes can" replied Rahma flatly.

With a slight shift Irsyad's hands began to lift he touched Rahma's head and began to recite a prayer reading for a moment with his eyes closed, a glimpse of Rahma staring at the face in front of him, huh? It is more handsome mas Fikri but Mas Irsyad is also a little handsome for him.

Slowly Irsyad's eyes began to open so that made Rahma look back down.

"Did you open?" Irsyad said subtly, Rahma nodded.

"Bismillah" he muttered, slowly Irsyad's hands began to remove the pins under Rahma's chin and put them on the table and then slowly the rectangular veil in the notya slowly. With a movement up he began to see a shiny black hair color, Irsyad felt more fascinated with the shape of Rahma's face, and, the clean and cool white face in view was now plain without the hijab on top of his fist.

'Oh Allah my wife? You are really very beautiful, ' said Irsyad who was looking at Rahma's face without blinking.

"Have you?" Tanya Rahma broke Irsyad's daydream, she also intends to move on.

"What else is it?" Rahma's question started to stumble. Cuuuupph a first kiss landed on Rahma's forehead, it also made Rahma round her ex's ball with a smile on her lips Irsyad staring deeply into the eyes of his wife.

"Mas hasn't taken off your hair tie yet" he said.

"Mass? Mas can do it later, Ade want to change clothes mas," said Rahma a little annoyed.

"yes already, please deck." Irsyad.

Rahma quickly entered the bathroom, while Irsyad sighed many times with a very irregular heartbeat.

Irsyad touched his chest with a smile on his lips "tonight I really loved you my wife" muttered Irsyad who was delighted.

He took off the pecans and put them on the table and took off his top and replaced it with a white t-shirt, he turned to the bathroom door.

"Rahma for a long time?" Mumbled.

Before long the bathroom door was open, he found Rahma using a sleeping pajama stellan with a short-sleeved top and her trousers, the beautiful long hair makes Irsyad pounding and makes his eyes can not be separated from the view.

Rahma walked up to the bed and grabbed her blanket slowly she began to lay down her body with the blanket covering half of her body.

Seeing that Irsyad approached his wife and sat down next to Rahma lying down.

"Daddy, Ade must be tired? Do you want to go to sleep?" Ask Irsyad.

"Yes, is that okay?" Rahma asked, closing her eyes.

"Ahhh yes deck, just sleep first." said Irsyad.

'Yes right, not all the ta'aruf brides immediately got together that night' Inner Irsyad, slowly he approached Rahma's face and kissed her forehead again, to be honest it was really opium for him that made him want to kiss him continuously, but he had to be patient with it he did not want to be too hasty, while Rahma's eyes were open due to the kiss, but he was not too hasty, Irsyad smiled again.

"Good sleep, angel of my heaven" said Irsyad as he rubbed Rahma's head with a smile on his lips, making Rahma tilt her back to Irsyad.

Irsyad shook his head, he turned off the room lights, left the lighting of the dimly lit sleeping lights and returned to the bed and laid his body next to Rahma.

By looking at the ceiling he was completely in disbelief, next to him was a woman who had been legally his wife.

"Dad?" Call Irsyad slowly. "Have you slept yet?" Her hand.

"I was going to sleep but I called out to me instead" said Rahma still closing her eyes, Irsyad chuckled.

"sorry, ummmm, would you like to chat for a minute?" irsyad.

"What?" Rahma asked coldly.

"Yes, anything but I want you to tell me first" said Irsyad still staring at the ceiling of his room.

"I'm not good at telling stories" replied Rahma flatly.

"well then who asked? I hear you're a nurse, huh?" ask Irsyad.

"yes" answered Rahma briefly.

"why so far away in Palembang? isn't there a hospital?" irsyad asked, the question was not answered at all by Rahma who chose to be silent, felt the silence of Irsyad turned her head, and tilted her body to face Rahma.

"dade? are you asleep?" Ask Irsyad.

"yet" replied Rahma a little sniffled, Irsyad chuckled.

"mas think it is, emmm now it is the turn of Deck Rahma who asked about the mas" said Irsyad.

"what are you asking?" rahma.

"mas work possible."

"i already knew it was Ustadz" Rahma replied.

"mas is not only Ustadz, but also a lecturer."

"Do..the lecturer?" Rahma opened her eyes and found out that her husband was a young lecturer.

"Yes, you just found out?" Irsyad asked a little chuckle who was also enjoying the chatter more and more.

"I thought it was just an ordinary Ustadz" he answered briefly, closing his eyes, making Irsyad smile again.

"Yes, mas did fill the cult in some studies, but actually mas's job was a lecturer." Irsyad replied, hearing that Rahma just rounded her lips and did not intend to ask much, silent for a moment.

"Rahmas? Can I ask you a question?"

"What?"

"Ade happy not at this time, be a wife mas?" asked Irsyad, what a question he really did not want to answer.

'This guy really isn't? Why even ask that, it is clear that I am not happy because of this impromptu marriage' grunts in the heart.

"It's late Mas, just sleep" murmured Rahma who decided to shift the question, because she really did not want to answer Irsyad's question.

He then pulled his blanket up to cover his entire body and left his face slightly,

Hearing that Irsyad smiled, making one hand as a cushion he continued to look at the face that was almost covered with a blanket, he continued to look at the face,

'Really, I couldn't stop looking at you, ' Irsyad kept looking at the face that was closed in front of him until slowly his eyes began to close and fall asleep.