Pledge of Love Ustadz Irsyad
eat and drink in the same container as your partner.

It's eleven o'clock by noon. Irsyad approached his extended family who were at the bottom. Her father-in-law was chatting with her brother-in-law, while her mother-in-law and sister-in-law were chatting at the dining room table.

On the other hand, Adiba's children are still playing with their mother's and father's cell phones. Irsyad decided to approach the two women in the kitchen.

"Opo cooking mbak?" ask Irsyad. Only a stale base he wore Javanese.

"Mbuh iki, not ono vegetables." (Don't know this, no vegetables.)

"Wes I pesen wae, don't cook mbak." said Irsyad. (I ordered it, don't cook it.)

"Well but iki wes cooked rice. A pie?" (But this is how to cook rice?)

"Sir popo, tak tuku greens mbek lauke wae mbak. Meh pesen I ki." (No papa, I just buy vegetables and side dishes. I want to order me.)

"Yo wes is your sacrep." (Yes it's up to you)

Mrs Ratih smiled she did not understand what the two people said, because Mrs Ratih was indeed a betawi. And Pak Akmal of Javanese descent but he had settled in Jakarta since childhood and certainly never spoke Javanese with him. That's why he just chose silence while peeling onions.

"Mom, don't you cook? Let Irsyad just buy us all lunch."

"Yes but Rahma must eat clear vegetables, if you can you have to find Irsyad katuk leaves, so that the acid is smooth."

"Is that so? Yes, Irsyad will try to find. While this is eating chicken soup first yes ma'am, it does not seem to hunt until lunchtime arrives." replied Irsyad.

"Yes son." answered his mother-in-law.

Irsyad smiled, he stepped back to the two men who were sitting in front after ordering food.

"Rahma's been sleeping shad?" ask Mr. Akmal.

"So it hasn't, just Irsyad told me to rest" he said. Mr. Akmal mangosteen.

The three of them began to dissolve in their conversation. Yes, as I said before, due to fellow teachers, the three are indeed very connected when talking. Yes, although it does not only discuss about the hahaha education department like there is no other language, yes if only discuss it every time you meet. The point is they are currently sharing the knowledge of being a father, precisely Irsyad is more listening to the story of Pak Akmal or mas Gani. The three got late in the conversation until a food courier came.

Irsyad accepted and paid for it. Yes he bought food from one of the grilled and fried chicken restaurants. He ordered some fried chicken, and fish, with soup and some other vegetables. Irsyad took her to the kitchen area, where Adiba and her mother-in-law were no longer there. Yeah maybe they're in his room, accompanying Rahma and the twins, I think Irsyad.

No problem for Irsyad to prepare it himself, because just staying put on the plate is all done.

Adhan zuhur reverberated, Irsyad said hamdalah and then headed to the place of water collection near the place of prayer. The two men who were chatting in the living room had approached Irsyad to take ablution as well.

In the following Mbak Adiba who has herded his children to participate in congregational prayers. A little amazed Mr. Akmal saw the children directly obey his mother's orders with just one speech. Irsyad's sister indeed seems smart to educate their children. And hope on the upbringing of Irsyad also his grandchildren can be good and righteous children.

After performing congregational prayer services in a slightly narrow prayer room actually, but still fit for four adults and both children Adiba and Gani. They are asked to have lunch together, while Irsyad prepares food for Rahma and herself in the same dish.

"I'm sorry, Irsyad ate on top with Rahma." said Irsyad still standing next to them.

"It's okay" replied Mr. Akmal who agreed with everyone. He smiled and walked up the stairs and climbed.

In the room he saw his wife still asleep while Ratih's mom had just changed Rumi's wet diaper and put her in bed again.

"Rumi wet the bed, ma'am?" ask Irsyad.

"Oh so the name of this mother's grandson Rumi huh? Heheh yes this." Ratih smiled still staring at her grandson.

"Hehe yes ma'am, Rumi Al Fatih, if that one is Nuha Qanitta." the answer.

"Thank you ma'am. Emmmm, I'd better eat first. Under everyone's having lunch." he said.

"Yes son, I haven't prayed this either." Rahma's mother moved. And walk out. While Irsyad put his rice on the table next to their bed and then closed the door again and locked it.

After that Irsyad approached Rahma to kiss her forehead and slowly wake her wife who was still asleep. "Dek Rahma's. Wake up." he said slowly.

"Dad?" Rahma's body started moving. He rubbed his eyes. Then I turned to Irsyad.

"Why mas? Rumi and Nuha want to suckle?" ask Rahma.

"Not deck, bring lunch. eat first yes." said Irsyad. Rahma turned to the plate next to her bed.

"Cock just one. After all, it is mostly for Rahma mas." said Rahma.

"Mas deliberately took food only one plate. To eat with Rahma" he said.

Rahma chuckled, "then I'm not full anymore."

"That's what." Irsyad lifted up his plate. Then scoop up the food. "Well, read the first meal prayer, the first feed for Rumi and Noah."

"O Allah is excessive. Time yes must always hit Rahma's lips first, this time mas first, the time to eat the former Rahma continues anyway?"

"Loh, mas always tell about the romance of Rosulullah Saw to his wives, right?? That Rosulullah Saw always ate and drank from his wife's lips."

"So all the romantics followed him?"

"Emmmm wants it to be so, but it doesn't seem like everything is meant to take you running, or playing with your friends. Hehe"

"Running race? Play?" ask Rahma.

"Let's eat first and tell me."

"Take a meal while telling a story."

"Well, if you're storytelling, how to eat it try?"

"But Rahma was curious. Rahma is happy if mas storytells about Aisyah and Her Majesty Rosul." said Rahma. Irsyad rubbed his wife's head.

"Yes, tell me yes. What matters is that we eat first. Let's pray for the cold this time. And the loud volume of his voice yes." said Irsyad.

Rahma nodded and began to pray in a slightly loud but still normal voice. And Irsyad listened, then agreed at the end.

"Aaaa." said Irsyad.

"Don't in Aaa dong, like a child knows."

"Hehe is indeed Rahma a small child for mas, the anxiety continues to end. Especially if you're grumbling." Irsyad.

"No need to go fishing, so don't eat?"

"Hahaha" Irsyad chuckled. He put the first mouthful into his wife's mouth and the second into his own mouth, and continued alternately. And when Rahma drank mineral water in her glass, Irsyad also drank it on Rahma's lip. Actually it's not just once twice that Irsyad does that. Drink in one glass right on his lip. And only then did Rahma know the answer. Why Irsyad likes to consume something using the same item. And prefer to eat something using one spoon and eat it alternately.