Pledge of Love Ustadz Irsyad
khumairah (the reddish one)
After being satisfied enough to walk away from a flock of geese, they reached home. Rahma touched the meatball pack that was in Irsyad's hand.
"It's not hot anymore, is it?" said Rahma glanced back at Irsyad.
"It's okay deck, blowing hot food is not good, this way we can eat without blowing it is not it?" Irsyad.
"It's good that smart mas dialil yes, so that it can slip from a mistake" said Rahma, while Irsyad still laughed while reaching for two empty bowls from his shelf.
"This is the meatball deck." pinta Irsyad because the meatball packaging has changed hands.
Rahma handed him over, "let Rahma herself pour her own meatballs" Rahma said.
Irsyad also offered a bowl that had been filled with one serving of meatballs. "Your meatball deck plate has entered this bowl" said Irsyad. He deliberately opened it for Rahma. With a smile, Rahma grabbed the bowl.
"Thank you, man,"
"Together." Irsyad poured the meatballs back into his bowl.
And now they both pray first before eating it. For a moment Irsyad's eyes glanced at Rahma. Because in his brain he was a thought.
"Daddy, we have a challenge." Irsyad.
"What challenge?" ask Rahma.
"What if we eat this meatball race, who loses spends it, he has to wash these bowls" Irsyad said.
"May, who is afraid." said Rahma.
"But keep it slow, don't rush."
"Yes, let's start." take Rahma.
They also devoured the meatballs, at a glance Irsyad's eyes continued to look at Rahma who was eating voraciously, while he ate very slowly, while he was eating very slowly, in fact, he has now scooped the meatball sauce like being deliberately let his wife win in the meatball eating fight.
Now that Rahma's got run out, then Irsyad ate it normally, he began to eat the noodles that had been slightly stretched, after that eat one meatball. And when also Rahma had finished eating her food, even the bowl was completely clean Irsyad sighed, and immediately finished the bowl of meatballs.
"Rahma won." Raha cried with passion.
"Alhamdulillah Great wife of this mas, okay because ade who won, then sit sweet, let the mas wash the bowl yes" said Irsyad as he moved and grabbed the two empty bowls, then sat sweet, washed it.
Rahma propped up her chin, watching her husband's back from behind. At a glance his smile was unseen, he knew Irsyad deliberately succumbed so that he was the one who washed the bowl.
Because usually he eats faster than himself, but not this time, Rahma even won.
Before long they heard the adzan magrib reverberate. Because only two bowls and two glasses were washed Irsyad, now the work has been completed. And Irsyad asked Rahma to immediately take water ablution and perform congregational prayer.
And as usual they remained in remembrance together, shortly after their dhikr was finished, Irsyad was moving while Rahma was folding her face, she said, for a moment Irsyad saw his phone on a small table in the corner of the courtroom was lit. He grabbed it and took it out.
"Hallo Assalamu'alaikum." Sapa Irsyad, because the voice from sebrang was not clear enough he decided to come out.
"Hallo, Assalamualaikum sir Huda?"
"Data what sir?" ask Irsyad who is still focusing on her mobile phone.
While Rahma who just came out of the courtroom was looking for Irsyad, in the living room he heard Irsyad was calling someone but his voice sounded a little whisper so that made Rahma walk piercing near the front door.
"Well, baby." said Irsyad very softly.
Rahma was a little upset, maybe because the jealousy came back out.
At that time Irsyad also ended his call and turned his body, a little surprised when he found Rahma was standing while staring at him sharply, so that a little made Irsyad aghast.
"Astaghfirullahalazim, deck, you are shocking mas." he said.
"Who's phone with you?" ask Rahma.
"With Mr. Huda on deck." replied Irsyad.
"liying right? Why do you say the word dear?"
"Darling? When's deck?"
"So, on the sidelines of the phone."
Irsyad also remembered. "Feelings do not say dear."
"There was a mas, don't pretend to forget it." said Rahma.
Irsyad scratched his head. "but this is Mr. Huda deck is not a woman, I call you dear."
"But Rahma heard me call dear."
Irsyad. "Dek Rahma began to be jealous again for sure."
"Who is jealous, it's hard to talk to me." Rahma stomped her feet and walked away from Irsyad.
"Khumairah." cried Irsyad suddenly, making Rahma turn.
"So his name is khumairah?"
"Yes," replied Irsyad with a jaily smile.
"Who's happy?" ask Rahma.
"The son of Mr. Akmal who lives in Tanjung Priok." replied Irsyad.
"The son of Mr. Akmal is Rahma not Khumairah" replied Rahma Ketus.
Irsyad chuckled. "Yes the new call dear mas, because of Rahma's reddish cheek deck." praised Irsyad. Rahma also harrumphed, and smiled thinly and then sauntered away leaving Irsyad who was chuckling while shaking her head.