Pledge of Love Ustadz Irsyad
flashback to Ulum's past.

At eleven in the evening Ulum had just returned home after receiving some of his orders.

With a tired body Ulum took off his green jacket and went out to the toilet for some cleaning.

Ulum contracted in a sprawling contract with a bathroom outside. Living in Jakarta is not easy, especially if he is just overseas, it certainly makes him always try to save.

Especially now that his father is no longer paying for his life. After his father had a new family, Ulum only occasionally called his father, understandably his father who already had a new family made Ulum unpleasant if he had to rely on his father, the father, moreover, Ulum has two half-sisters who are still small and still require large costs.

It is also what makes Ulum to be independent in the city of people.

After cleaning some Ulum also lay his body on a mattress floor that is not soft.

Ulum slept on his back with one hand as a cushion he closed his eyes. It's true that a tired body would be easy for him to close his eyes, but not tonight. Ulum suddenly remembered at the request of Ustadz Irsyad.

His eyes were open again. "Married Aida? With me like this, does Aida want to be with me?" mumble Ulum. The inner debate continues in his sense.he also grabbed his phone and opened the gallery menu.

There he saw a picture of the mother sitting on a wheelchair.

"Mother? I am 26 years old, am I allowed to marry a woman? But Ulum has no funds yet ma'am." he murmured. He moved and put his phone back. Then he grabbed a piggy bank that he placed on a wall table attached with two iron elbows.

Ulum looked at the piggy bank and then shook it near his ear.

Slowly he broke the piggy bank made of clay, and collected ten thousands and twenty thousands of coins, which were there. After that, Ulum counted it.

"Four hundred and seventy, four hundred and ninety." count Ulum to the last fraction of the five thousand rupiah in his pocket.

"Four hundred and ninety-five thousand rupiah" he said, Ulum sighed.

"How can I marry Aida with this kind of money?"

Geck... Geck.. Tok

"Assalamu'alaikum, mas Ulum, is home, right?" A man from outside.

"Walaikumsalam—" Ulum replied. He went and put the money on his bed.

Kriiieeeeettt Ulum opened the door.

"Eh, Mang Ade? Yes mang?"

"Sorry mas Ulum I interrupted his rest huh?"

"Ahh no mang, I haven't slept yet" said Ulum.

"Look, it's time to pay the contract, after all it's past ten days, I came but Ulum mas has not come home" he said.

"Oh, yes sorry, lately I ngojek go home the night continues, wait a minute yes, the money is there anyway." Ulum said, he went back in and looked at the money lying on his floor mattress. Pensively for a moment.

"For the order that was canceled, the money to pay the contract is exhausted. Is this money's life?" muttered Ulum, he also earned money worth three hundred and fifty thousand rupiah and returned to meet the owner of the contract.

"This is mang, sorry dime ya mang." said Ulum while handing over the dime.

"Receh also gold money, yes already thanks a lot yes. Excuse me first Assalamu'alaikum."

"Walaikumsalam warohmatuloh." replied Ulum, he closed the door again.

"Astagfirullahalazim, O Allah, did I complain? Tau-tau lives this money." murmured Ulum. He also cleaned up the shards of the piggy bank and put the rest of the money in a notebook of his.

After putting the money Ulum also returned to lay down his body.

"That's how it is? Not only married, if married later my fate is still like this, how can I support my wife and children?" he murmured, after a few minutes slowly his eyes closed, Ulum fell asleep.

(Flashback is on)

Yes Fathul Qhulum is the eldest child of Pak Djarot, and Ibu Nafsiyah. He had a younger brother who died from lack of treatment while suffering from liver disease at the age of five years.

His life that once could be said to be sufficient, where his father and mother worked as an onion fighter in the city of Brebes Central Java. From the parents of Ulum it is the usual market traders take onions to sell again in the market.

Abundant benefits make both Ulum's parents spend their time working and working.

With some workers in charge of cutting onions from dried leaves, because the red onion that has not been cleaned is still in a position in the tie and fused with the leaves. Not only selling at merchant prices, Nafsiyah's mother also became a retailer, in a morning market, where the market was open every two o'clock at night and closed at eight o'clock in the morning.

Nafsiyah's mother was really hardworking she had absolutely no thoughts about the condition of the human body that could drop at any time.

At that time Ulum was still fifteen years old, where he was still sitting in the First High School. Yes, with the work of his parents Ulum lived properly and adequately, his family can even be said to be the richest in his village.

But the life of little Ulum was taught to remain independent, Ulum's parents never spoiled him, he still had to live with the rules made by his mother and father not to wasteful and fun-foya. Ulum had also studied at Pondok Pesantren, in the Kebumen area for four years. That also makes Ulum a little understanding of the science of Religion.

Long story short in the fourth year that Ulum had to return, because Nafsiyah's mother suffered a stroke that resulted, the mother was paralyzed.

While Mr. Djarot is still in business, he still steals onions from farmers to be sold again.

Ulum a little surprised, because in the house there is a woman who can be said to be young.

When asked? His father said the woman was the caretaker of his sick mother. And Ulum believed that.

Day after day, he saw the condition of his mother who increasingly looks moody. Sometimes he cries for what happened, Ulum tries to ask what really happened, why his mother was crying. But not in answer.

Nafsiyah's mother just smiled, and said.

"Mom is okay. Come back to your boarding school, you'll still have to study there."

"Ulum just wants to be here to take care of my mother" Ulum replied.

"But I'm afraid you're seeing something you don't deserve to see." Her speech. At that time Ulum did not understand the meaning. Until one day.

His father married the woman who became Nafsiyah's mother's nurse.

Of course what Djarot did was very unfair, he paid more attention to his young wife than his paralyzed mother.

His father's tough attitude will never be reprimanded, once Ulum opens his voice to speak well, a quarrel will arise that finally triggers harsh words thrown from his father's mouth.

And at that time his mother only asked Ulum to stop reprimanding his father.

There was nothing that Ulum could do but let his father live happily with his new wife, and now there was no one to care for his mother except Ulum himself. it was he who bathed his mother, pollinated her nails. And even clean up the shit.

Honestly, Nafsiyah's mother often cried when Ulum was cleaning her mother's feces. He did not want to be a burden to his son.