Pledge of Love Ustadz Irsyad
flasback Fikri and Rahma (part Two)

Because it felt not considered Rahma decided to leave the reception room. The luxurious, elegant decor, the romantic musical sound of a fairly famous meaning does not seem attractive anymore to Rahma. He chose to stay away from the group that was at a higher level than him.

Rahma was a little annoyed no longer seemed to be very upset.

How could the man casually hold the hand of another woman in front of him even though he himself was near his lover.

Still in the building area, Rahma decided to take a walk without knowing where to go, which is certainly currently aloof better than having to be her own potato inside.

Actually Rahma has felt this toxic relationship from the last two years. Even during knitting love with Fikri was not one, twice he broke up because of the attitude of Fikri who was too fond of regulating everything on Rahma,

Not to mention his attitude when treating women very excessively in front of Rahma. And he did not like to be reprimanded or banned because for Fikri there is one rule that he always emphasizes on Rahma, and Rahma will not be allowed to argue that.

At that time Rahma was still alone sitting on a park bench outside the building. It has been more than half an hour he was alone, once Rahma checked his phone there was not a single message let alone a phone from Fikri.

Rahma began to shed her tears. He was sad because it was very difficult to be a lover of Fikri. But he was also upset with his own heart why he could love a man like Fikri. Which has made him cry many times but only one apology Rahma has been broken.

Rahma is starting to melt. He wants to go home to his boarding house but he is afraid that Fikri will be angry because he came home alone. Fikri called her soon. Like fresh air, Rahma rubbed her wet cheek and received the phone call.

"Assalamu'alaikum mas."

"Walaikumsalam Rahma where are you?" Ask Fikri.

"Outside of the mas."

"Remain outside?"

"Kan mas already has doctor Imel right?"

"Haha you, come in here. We'll be home soon, right?"

"Mas, Rahma just waited outside."

"So Rahma, don't piss me off. Quickly Fikri wait." The phone's turned off.

"Ck, why can't Fikri pick up Rahma outside anyway? Or just apologise to the cake." Rahma was getting upset. He had no choice but to go back into the building. In front of the entrance of the reception area Fikri was still joking with Imelda even Imelda's hand touched Fikri's chest while laughing loosely.

"Mas Fikri, he said he wanted to go home." Rahma. With a stern look leading to both.

"Awhile Rahma" he said again facing towards Imelda. "Mel, I'll go home first. Later the news again." he said.

"Yes Fikri, I'm waiting for your phone call."

'Ck, what the hell does that mean. They exchanged phone numbers? Come on, Rahma is angry with him. Reprove them.' Rahma clenched both her hands.

Fikri approaches Rahma. "Yuk's home." Just now Fikri will hold Rahma's hand, Rahma has brushed it off.

"Rahma walks alone." replied Rahma ketus, Like there is no guilt Fikri just smiled and walked behind Rahma. In the elevator they don't even talk.

Even until they are in a car that has been traveling at moderate speed.

Inside the car were two different facial expressions, one an annoyed expression mixed with sadness, the other one like happiness.

"Back Friska...Friska, you could have married Doni. Ckck." Fikri chuckled feeling innocent.

Rahma turned her head, her hands were clenched very tightly, until this moment the man had no apology at all. "Bag,"

"Yes?"

"Is there not the slightest guilt in Fikri's heart huh?" ask Rahma.

"What the hell, baby, why did you just keep carrying it." Fikri chuckles.

"Do you know that I'm a bete?"

"Yes on?"

"Yes continues? Mas! I know I'm upset because I don't think Rahma exists."

"Who exaggerates the problem. The outrageous to know. Realize it's not too close to a girlfriend."

Fikri sighed, "enough Rahma, don't talk about it continue, I'm tired because, you're always just having a problem about this Rahma."

Rahma sighed cynically "Mas did not care so much for Rahma. I didn't think about Rahma's feelings? To the extent that holding the hand of doctor Imelda like that in front of Rahma? Is that so cheap of you?"

Ckiiiiiiiit. Fikri took to the side of the road and stepped on the brakes suddenly.

"So your mouth is Rahma. Who you calling cheap!" Fikri Exclamation. His look looks very sharp.

"A..I don't?" Rahma started to squeak.

"I'm asking you, are you tired of being my lover?" ask Fikri. Rahma was silent too.

"You know, from the beginning we were committed, that I was like this. Want to be close to anyone I was humble to anyone either man or woman. The important thing is that I stay loyal to you, right??"

Rahma's eyes began to grow. "But they hurt Rahma." Rahma's voice was very soft.

"WHAT KIND OF INJURY?!" snapped Fikri. Even Rahma closed her eyes and her tears began to drip back. "I asked you. Did I date those I always seduce and praise, didn't I?" Fikri pointed at Rahma's forehead.

"I've told you so many times, even my mouth is frothy when telling you that I don't like you to protest a lot with my attitude that still likes to gather with my friends, joking with a girlfriend. Because the important thing is that I'm not cheating on you. And you don't have to be angry about it Rahma!"

Rahma bowed while sobbing. "You're not fair."

"What do you mean, say I'm not fair?"

"You forbid me to have another man's contact on my phone. You've always governed my life, can't this, can't it. Eat also you have to set, look fat a little you protest asking me to keep the body shape as ideal as possible. I always follow your rules, but you? You're happy to do whatever you want."

"So you don't like that? I'm asking now, ARE YOU STARTING TO CARE ABOUT ME?"

"YES!!" pekik Rahma's.

Fikri sighed "Please don't be like Rahma's little child, act more mature."

Rahma was silent, she still sobbed while bowed. Fikri who felt unable to take off her seat belt and hugged Rahma. Soon Rahma pushed Fikri's body.

"Please do not approach Rahma. Mas Fikri doesn't love Rahma." Rahma is still sobbing.

"Mas loves you so much Rahma."

"No, I don't love Rahma."

"I'm sorry Rahma."

"No, I hate you mas."

"Rahma please don't be like this." Fikri was still trying to hug Rahma.

"Keep away mas, don't touch Rahma,"

Fikri sighed. "okay now what do you want?"

"Rahma wants our relationship to end."

"No way."

"Why is Fikri so selfish?"

"Whoever is selfish Rahma, I told you I love you!"

Rahma is growing sobbing. While Fikri's hand has grabbed Rahma's chin

"Anyway, I don't want to break up from you" he said softly as he landed a kiss on the lips, Now their two lips have been fused, although both hands Rahma tried to push her shoulders, but Fikri still ******* the lips are soft for a few minutes. Rahma was washed away again and her anger was submerged.