Pledge of Love Ustadz Irsyad
cooking with Ustadz is like taking a national exam

Days kept changing, it had been three days Irsyad was sick with that also Rahma gave all her attention to her husband.

With very painstaking Rahma took care of and care for Irsyad until it was completely healed, it made Irsyad feel admiration for his wife who was still willing to take care of him even though he had hurt him, he said, and that also makes him feel regret for his words that have been thrown out the other day.

That morning the two had just finished their morning prayers, morning Zikir and taught for a while. Rahma closed the Qur'an and put it in its place.

"Rahma here sits down first, and I want to talk." said Irsyad to Rahma who was about to waltz out of the prayer room, while patting the pedestal sitting in front of him.

"Yes, um." Rahma sat down in front of Irshad.

"Today we have to contract Aida deck" said Irsyad, Rahma was silent.

"Mas had to tell Aida that it was wrong. Then apologize for the promise you had to break it." Next lirih.

Irsyad touched Rahma's delicate cheek.

"Mas still feels guilty on your deck" Irsyad said with his deep gaze. "Ade, must still be hurt because of that right?" Further.

Rahma smiled faintly, she grabbed Irsyad's hand and grabbed it with both hands and placed it on her lap.

Rahma breathed for a moment. "Right mas, right here." Rahma touched her own chest, "honestly, Rahma still felt the tightness, Rahma still likes to cry, when remembering the words mas suddenly said? (I'll marry you Aida)" Hearing that Irsyad bowed.

"And again, this hair." Rahma touched Irsyad's hair which was still slightly wet.

"This morning Rahma imagined, what it was like when she saw this hair wet after the mas hook her. Because if that really happened, maybe yesterday Aida was officially my honey, and last night my husband slept with Aida in a different room" Rahma said, his eyes were back in tears with a smile on his lips.

Rahma held Irsyad's hand close and kissed the back of her husband's hand long enough, "But Rahma was grateful, for last night, my husband sleeps by my side and this hair is wet because the inner living is for Rahma not for Aida." she murmured softly, hearing that Irsyad kissed Rahma's forehead.

"I'm sorry, baby. I can't be a good role model for you yet. You can still make mistakes." said Irsyad.

"That's human, right mas," replied Rahma, "Mas once said one thing to Rahma, if everyone would never escape the blame, not even Kyai or ustadz once." Rahma.

"And I take all of that as my test. Rahma remembered, how strong the heart was at that time, seeing Rahma crying over the late Fikri for longing. And mas hugged me just to calm Rahma who was missing another man, Rahma sure mas must be hurt once right?" ask Rahma. Irsyad smiles.

"Mas always said to Rahma, Life will never be straight, it will always be bumpy and bumpy, missing one problem then a new problem will come again, and I told Rahma, only the dead have no problems. And all this is going on is a little bit of a test for us" he continued. Irsyad rubbed Rahma's head lovingly with a proud smile that was still on her lips.

"Mas can't speak anymore deck, which surely mas want to close this book, and save it so that you remember and won't repeat it again" said Irsyad.

"Yes," Rahma smiled. "Emmmm, Rahma wants to make breakfast first yes" he said as he moved. Irsyad drew his smile and widened his eyes.

"Before the deck, just make the breakfast" said Irsyad.

"Mass? Rahma has learned, this time the fried rice will be delicious, Rahma promised." Irsyad touched Rahma's hand still holding her.

"I know you still have doubts, right?" Rahma raised her lips.

"No, no kok deck mas believe ade can cook, really."

"Yes, it's Rahma's hand then."

"Emmmmh we cook together." Irsyad was still holding Rahma's hand.

"No, mas it's chatty if you're watching. Rahma will be a hooligan." said Rahma.

"Not this time around the deck." Irsyad started to move.

"Don't want to mas, already mas outside yes, later Rahma make warm tea. Okay." okay."

"Mas more at home in the kitchen kok deck while watching deck Rahma cook yes.yes..." Persuade Irsyad.

"Yes, but promise not to take it."

"God does not promise the deck" replied Irsyad as he scratched.

"Can?" Rahma.

"Yes, yes, let's go to the kitchen, we cook fried rice ala chef Rahma. The most delicious for Irsyad mas only." said Irsyad while circling his hand on Rahma's shoulder and immediately took Rahma away to the kitchen.

And in the kitchen the chaos began to occur.

Rahma poured a lot of oil into the pan.

"Sir, is that oil to fry what, dear?"

"Make the fried rice."

"Jeez Rahma, it doesn't need that much, it will even be fried rice instead of fried rice again. Subtract... Reduce.." said Irsyad.

'Can start his father's fashion. May my daughter-in-law will not be an inner pressure if cooking with her father-in-law.' Inner Rahma who is holding back is upset.

Rahma reduced the oil, and turned on the stove.

"That's why he was wrong first baby, ready first everything, the spice has not been pureed this you know" said Irsyad. And Rahma turned off the stove.

"It's appropriate that the mas pan is all burnt, the seasoning is not ready already in the stove." said Irsyad while shaking. Not to mention with dozens of other rants and there also the gaze of Rahma changed, who was excited into a stare of resentment, and yaaaah Rahma is still following the direction of the husband whose level of disappointment beats the chatter of the killer's mother-in-law.