Pledge of Love Ustadz Irsyad
because of Miftah

Aida and Ulum arrived at the hospital at 02:58. Due to the rudimentary opening they were still waiting for another few hours.

And eight o'clock in the morning. Aida gave birth to a baby girl with a normal process.

A happy glow is seen from the face of Ulum who was singing Adhan in the right ear of his little Princess, then commute in his left ear. After that he kissed his cheek with anxiety before finally brought to the baby's room by the nurse.

Ulum approached Aida who was still drooping weakly on the bed of the maternity room. Long enough Ulum rubbed his head and kissed Aida's forehead with great gratitude.

"Thank you, Aida, for fighting to give birth to my child" Ulum said with his raucous voice. Aida smile.

"All thanks to your strength are also mas, who have taken good care of me during pregnancy."

"Really very happy. Thanks again Aida." said Ulum.

"Yes." she replied softly.

After Aida's condition began to improve Aida was taken to his ward. And with his financial condition, Ulum was only able to provide Aida with second-class inpatient ward facilities. Actually Irsyad had offered help to finance his inpatient costs but Ulum refused it. He just doesn't want to owe more to his former supervisor.

Already quite a lot of help he received from Irsyad, now he will only continue to try to become an independent man who is able to take responsibility for his small family without help from anywhere.

Ulum continued to observe his little baby who was in Aida's sling. Because the baby girl is time to suckle. Although Aida's breast is not much, her baby does not seem to lack. Calmly the baby continues to suck it.

Ulum's hand rubbed his little adorable child's head. "Oh Allah is funny. Mas want to be fat but not brave." said Ulum, the happy smile continues to be singed from the lips of Fathul Qhulum due to his gratitude for feeling complete happiness.

"Latian mas." answered Aida.

"Yes dear, I am also watching this baby bathing tutorial. If it's at home. I have to be able to bathe Shafa" he said.

"Shafa?" ask Aida.

"Yes. I give you the name Baitus Shafa, right? Just be inspired from the Shafa hill in Medina" he said.

Aida nodded. "Good name" said Aida. Ulum smile.

Now that the tiny lips had stopped sucking on her, Aida also covered her chest again.

"Assalamu'alaikum" said Rahma as she unfolded the other bed curtain.

"Walaikumsalam mbak Rahma." Aida smiles happily when she finds Rahma and Irsyad coming. Ulum also approached Irsyad who immediately hugged him congratulating him for being a father.

Rahma hugged Aida and rubbed the head of a tiny baby sleeping in her carrier.

"The grandson of your son is Aida. Can I not carry it?" pinta Rahma's.

"Bby mbak. Please." Aida hands the baby to Rahma.

With lues Rahma carrying him. "MashaAllah, really beautiful this child." said Rahma.

Seeing Rahma carrying the baby Irsyad smiled, all because Rahma was not moody again every time she looked at relatives who had just given birth. Quite the contrary. The face looked even more cheerful than usual.

Maybe because this time Rahma can hold a baby. Unlike usual who just look at the baby crib.

"How did it feel after giving birth to Aida?" ask Rahma.

"Lega mbak's. Because my baby was safely outside. So no more worries." said Aida.

"You got no stitches?" ask Rahma.

'Oh Allah, if this is my son. I must be very happy. And Irsyad's big smile will surely be more than when he sees me holding this baby.' Rahma's inner self that is unceasingly dipping Shafa with anxiety. While hoping he can be immediately given a baby with healthy without any problems.

After a few hours they were in the room Irsyad and Rahma also said goodbye to Ulum and Aida. And definitely a kiss before going home to the tiny baby. With such a long time it's so annoying.

Saying the greeting, Irsyad clenched Rahma's hand and walked out of the ward. Along the way Rahma was only silent, but Rahma's silence was not due to her envy as usual. He felt happy and his heart was also iklhas, waiting for when he could regain that trust.

Still in the hospital hallway area, Rahma and Irsyad cross paths with a man who seems familiar.

"Sorry, Rahma isn't she?" ask the man. With a sneli (doctor's suit) hanging on his arm.

"Yes, you?"

"I'm Miftahul Aziz, remember? Senior High School first." said the man.

Rahma. "Oh mashaAllah Mas Miftah, yes Rahma remembered." replied Rahma as she widened her smile.

"Mas to pangling because Rahma is hijab now" he said.

"Hehe yes mas, Emmm introduced this husband Rahma name is mass Irsyad" said Rahma introduced Irsyad to the man in front of her. Irsyad shook Miftah's hand with a warm smile.

"A married apparently?" ask Miftah.

"I.iya."

"Oh, thank God then. I'm sorry I have to go back to the room, visit the problem."

"Well, Miftah, the doctor now."

"Yes, it's all because, once, someone told me, if she had the Idea of being a nurse, so I tried so hard to be a doctor, too, and when I see you again, uh, family turns out."

"Eh?" Rahma chuckles strangely.

Irsyad cleared his throat, slightly chuckling he realized that the man before him had a past taste in his wife. Even the ridiculous thing for him is that only Rahma is talking to him.

"Emmm yes already mas Miftah, I also want to go home first, Assalamu'alaikum" said Rahma.

"Assalamu'alaikum warahmatullah" said Irsyad also while smiling and bowing his hands in front of his chest. Then walk while holding his wife's hand.

Miftah was just silent she let out a little sigh. Because Rahma was the love of her High School days. He again continued his steps into the practice room.

On the other hand Irsyad observed Rahma's timid face.

"Handsome on deck?" ask Irsyad suddenly.

"Little." the answer.

"Yes even though he is the same doctor as the deceased, but I believe anyway, if Rahma now likes the same ustadz?" ask Irsyad. Rahma turned and stopped her steps.

A little smiling jail Rahma who realized it seems like her husband is not only jealous of Mas Fikri but of Mas Miftah as well.

"Mas knows no, he was Rahma's upperclassman loh mas, and one of the men who always chased Rahma" said Rahma.

"Haaahhh, O Allah, my rival is all doctors. But it turns out to be superior ustadz hekanya. Indeed Ustadz is unmatched charm." murmured Irsyad as he sauntered away.

Rahma chuckles at the funny look at Irsyad's jealous expression, who is still trying to smile freshly outside but may be hot in her heart.