Pledge of Love Ustadz Irsyad
(bonus chapter) Flashback Rahma and Fikri

Ninety-forty minutes. They had just arrived at Rahma's parents' house and decided to stay there. Irsyad was in the bathroom, while Rahma went into her room first, which was of course smaller than the room in Ustadz Irsyad's house.

Rahma opened the door of the bright room with the door slightly open, she said her greetings first in a whispering voice, a sweet smile fell on Rahma's lips when she found her mother sleeping next to Noah and Rumi.

Slowly Rahma's feet stepped she woke her mother up. "Mom, mother." Call Rahma shake her mother's shoulder carefully.

"Eh, Rahma, are you home?" ask his mother raspy. He stayed awake and sat for a while.

"Yes, sorry ma'am. Nuha and Rumi aren't fussy, are they?" Ask Rahma.

"Rumi was a little fussy earlier because she bit a mosquito like that."

"Geez, Rahma forgot not to bring a mosquito net anyway."

"it's okay, I've been swept using telon oil. I went back to mom's room." she said.

"Thank you" said Rahma.

"Yes." Yeah." She smiled and stepped out.

Rahma kissed her son and daughter in turn. "O Allah is the Son of Umma. Rahma smiled and rubbed for a moment and then opened her wardrobe.

In the closet there are still her clothes and the husband who deliberately stayed in case both of them stay at Rahma's parents' house when not planned. Irsyad went into the room and closed it and locked it.

"Deck clothes." Irsyad asked for help to get her clothes by Rahma. And Rahma took her and stretched out the clothes to Ustadz who had taken off her superior.

Irsyad smiled in jail, which he grabbed was not his clothes but Rahma's wrist which he pulled towards him.

"Kyaaaa" for a moment Rahma cried out and quickly she shut her mouth.

"Ssssssttt don't shout baby, if Rumi and Noah wake up how, and again if it sounds father and mother?" Irsyad chuckled a little.

"Suddenly pulled Rahma's hand anyway, was surprised to be. What about falling?" Rahma.

"Sorry about it."

"What kind of a parent? Overdoing it."

"It's not like we just finished menstruating."

Rahma's face flushed. Especially when Irsyad's hand infiltrated into the hijab that is still in Rahma's wear. "Wear first it's his shirt, he said he wanted to change clothes, right?" While reaching for Irsyad's hand that has started to lower the zipper on Rahma's chest.

"Later on." Irsyad grinned. He also approached Rahma's forehead muttering to read the prayer before intercourse and then kissed his wife's forehead. So she took off Rahma's great hijab and put it on the bed. Irsyad and Rahma are now sitting on a foam mattress that has been named Pak Akmal earlier. Because since the twins were born Rahma's bed will not fit if everything sleeps on top and usually Irsyad will sleep under a foam mattress that is deliberately purchased Akmal sir.

Several kisses on the face have been launched Irsyad which now relaxes Rahma's body, by giving a small bite on Rahma's lips and soft touches, by giving a small bite,

The two were fused to go about their passion for a few minutes below. Carefully without making a sound. And ended with a kiss on Rahma's forehead.

"Thank you dear, already serving mas." said Irsyad.

"Sama-sama mas, thank you for also giving an inner living to Rahma."

Irsyad smiles. While resting for a while they were still sleeping next to each other on the foam mattress with the body still covered in a blanket. Rahma buried her face in Irsyad's chest.

"Mass?" Call Rahma.

"Hem."

"Rahma wants to ask?"

"What does it mean, baby?"

"Mas still remembers not when we were married in the early days, Rahma still continues to cry over Fikri." Rahma. Irsyad kissed Rahma's forehead.

"Remember. Ade until a bit of crying. Even mas got confused about doing anything other than hugging you."

"I'm sorry."

"Sorry for what?"

"It hurt you."

"O Allah, the past is deck, it has been a long time since I have forgiven it."

Rahma smiled, she looked up and kissed her husband's cheek. "Rahma wants to talk about something but I don't feel how."

"Well, so worry about this." said Irsyad.

"Don't worry, it's not something to worry about" Rahma replied. Irsyad.

"Well, let's tell you what to talk about?"

"Emmm, this is the moment of four years we married mas, Rahma that so remember one thing."

"What?"

"Yes, Rahma should have married Mas Fikri instead of mass Irsyad."

Irsyad was silent listening to every word spoken from Rahma's lips.

"I'm sorry I didn't take it personally just because Rahma said that."

Irsyad smiles. "No dear, because it's true that way. But Rahma doesn't regret it, does she?"

Rahma shook her head, "mas know? Every day Rahma only felt lucky to have Irsyad, who was patient and loved Rahma very much. Mas also never criticized any appearance of Rahma.

want Rahma dandan or not, dress attractive or not, which is important neat and polite with hijab and gown that Rahma wear mas already happy to see her and always say beautiful Rahma."

"He always criticized Rahma, if Rahma's appearance was a little messy or using clothes that did not match as he wanted. mas Fikri would have asked Rahma to change. And again, the Fikri mas did not open with his phone on Rahma. Similar to Irsyad."

"You guys weren't married on deck yet, and the phone was supposed to be privacy, right?" ask Irsyad.

"Iya Rahma knew but the Fikri mas always received a call from sebrang and chose to stay away from Rahma as if he did not want his conversation heard by Rahma. And again at that time Rahma actually already had the desire to hijab. Banned by Fikri."

"Oh yeah? Why?" ask Irsyad.

Rahma turned her body towards the ceiling. Irsyad's hand allowed the blanket to cover how Rahma's chest was to the extent of her neck.

(Flashback is on)

Sunday morning, Rahma was polishing herself in front of the mirror, had many of her friends who had hijab, there was a desire for her hijab too, she was wearing a new hijab she bought. Of course the pasmina hijab is trending. Rahma wore her tunic that matched her hijab color.

"Mas Fikri must be glad I'm hijabed" he said. Before long he heard the roar of a car that stopped in front of his boarding house. A cheerful smile emanated. He grabbed his bag to meet his lover. Doctor Fikri Radiansyah.

In front of his boarding door Rahma had welcomed Fikri who had just got off his car. The tall man approached Rahma with his smile. His hand touched Rahma's hijab.

"This what?" ask Fikri.

"Hijab is a mas, what else."

"Yes I know, but why are you wearing this?"

"I want to try hijab." said Rahma spirit. Fikri also invites Rahma into his boarding room, then removes Rahma's safety button. And hijab.

"How come it's on the loose."

"I didn't tell you to hijab ya."

"Yes, but Rahma wanted to."

"But I'm not ready to see my companion wearing his hijab. We want Rahma's condition not to go to school. Just wear the dress as usual."

"Issssh Rahma doesn't like it because Fikri is always like this." Rahma.

"Don't be like a child, Rahma, change her clothes quickly. Wear a batik dress that matches me yes... Come on, baby, change it quickly." Fikri kissed the lips of Rahma who was a manyun. Smiling, he came out.

And now Rahma changed her clothes again with a batik dress with the same motif as Fikri. With Hairsprai he made a small bun according to Fikri's desire to make it look more elegant.

Tok tok... Rahma turned her head and opened the door of her room.

"Well gini dong. I just liked. My beautiful Rahma is not hijab."

"What if Rahma is hijab?"

"Like mothers. Not according to Rahma's age." he said yuk jalan. Bring Fikri. The two also went to the wedding of Fikri's friend who was both doctors.

Yes actually feel foreign when Rahma is with friends Fikri. The man if he is gathering with his friends cool themselves, even Rahma just like in pecans. Even the couple of his friends. Because it seems like only Rahma is an ordinary nurse, not like the others they are both doctors with their branded clothes.

That's why Rahma is always like a duck among swans if she is following the official event of Fikri. Not to mention their very high discussion about medicine certainly seems to make Rahma eliminated among the classy beautiful sisters of the other doctors.

"Fikri—" cried someone. An extraordinarily beautiful female doctor according to Rahma called her. And in front of Rahma he hugged and then pressed his right and left cheeks together.

'O Allah, how can they do that in front of me.' Rahma.

"Imelda, long time no see, last time we met. It's getting pretty." Praise Fikri to the woman.

"You're getting good-looking too." Her speech.

'Mas Fikri I'm beside you this, introduce me to him as your future wife mas.' Inner Rahma he was really upset by it.

"I didn't expect Doni to marry Friska, either,"

"Hahaha yes, they used to be cinlok ya koas time" said Fikri.

"We were also close, baby it seems we are not a match" he said.

'Oh, what the hell is that woman? Please put his hand on, his hand on guard. Very comfortable indeed holding my Fikri mas hand.' Rahma was really furious, especially Fikri seemed ordinary.

"Hahaha don't remind that dong." Fikri. He turned to Rahma who immediately smiled at Fikri.

"Roman." His call.

'Hmmm mas Fikri seems to be introducing me to that woman. Be prepared mbak doctor.' Inner Rahma.

"I went to the stage to shake hands with the bride and groom with Imelda."

Degg was surprised that Rahma heard that. "A..what? With doctor Imel?" I can't believe Rahma asked again.

"Yes, just a second. Yuk Imelda." invite him with a hand holding the hand of a woman who is smiling cynically at Rahma.

"A...what is it? He came with me, right? Why the other woman's hand that he held?"

"It looks like old love will grow back." Said a doctor behind Rahma to the doctor next to her.

"Yes, once Imelda doctor was very liked by Doctor Fikri, I think it will be hahaha."

'It's a good intention that you guys talk like that near me.' Rahma squeezed her own hand, like there was no point in her on the show. Not at all striking or maybe he should not be present to accompany doctor Fikri.

There is no other choice Rahma decided to get out of the reception.

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