Pledge of Love Ustadz Irsyad
Final Flashback Rahma and Fikri (part five)

At three o'clock in the afternoon Rahma had just awoken from her sleep, she looked at her phone there were some short messages from Fikri. As it is mas Fikri, if he makes a mistake he will try as hard as possible to persuade Rahma. But if Rahma has returned to the melt he will return to his initial habits a little indifferent and rarely reply to messages.

He also decided not to pay it back. And choose to clean while waiting for the usual meatballs stitch pass in front of the cost.

Until six o'clock Rahma was sitting in front of the boarding room of one of her friends with several other boarding house residents who one profession with her. Because almost all who spend there are nurses and doctors koas.

Before long Fikri's car entered the boarding hall.

"Asik doctor love comes nih." seduced si A who is near Rahma.

"What the hell," Rahma was shy.

"It's nice to have a doctor's girlfriend." Temptation of B then. Rahma shook her head and walked back to her own room waiting for Fikri to get out of the car.

It was seen that he was carrying some food from inside the frictional bag that he was carrying in his hand.

"Assalamu'alaikum." His greeting when he arrived in front of the room with a warm smile. Rahma answered the greeting without a smile on her lips.

"Smile dong do not sulk continuously." said Fikri teasing. Rahma turned her face to open the door of the boarding room and let Fikri enter with the door still open.

Rahma's sitting position is one meter from Fikri which also makes Fikri reach Rahma's hand and pull it. "Here baby don't go far away dong."

"Rahma is here." she answered still.

"Yes, that's where it is."

"Well, it's just there." Rahma was still complaining that his name was Fikri. The man who will not lose, he kept up and sat down next to Rahma. He grabbed Rahma's chin.

"I miss dear." she said while Rahma was silent. Even until Fikri gave him a kiss on the lips for a long time to let go of the longing due to the quarrel yesterday, making Rahma could not refuse it. He can't lie if he misses Fikri.

Fikri. And looked at Rahma deeply. For a moment he reached into his pants pocket. Take out a small box with a ring inside.

Rahma was stunned, her eyes began to tear up. The ring was very beautiful and it looked like a diamond ring.

"Marry me Rahma. I really have no intention of beating you. I love you so much Rahma, this is just a small sign that I really don't want to let you go." she said with sincerity.

"Mas Fikri." Rahma shed her tears. Fikri smiled too.

"Please forgive me Rahma, and accept this ring for the initial symbol of my dear seriousness, because next week we will go to Jakarta. To propose to you officially. I don't want to wait long. Five months we're getting married. How's it?"

Rahma smiled she touched Fikri's face and nodded. Fikri returned a smile, he put the ring to Rahma's ring finger. Slightly chuckled Rahma when she got the expression on Fikri's face that was widening her eyeballs.

"The ring is loose anyway?" fikri muttered, he scratched his head.

"Hehe, I'm saying I use Imelda's ring finger?" ask Rahma. Fikri also looked.

"What the hell, how do you talk about Imel again. He's deleted his contact." he said.

Rahma chuckles. "really?"

"Yes, the woman is still chasing the mas. That's why I just blacklist his contacts." Fikri replied and he seemed honest.

Rahma smiled happily.

"Later Mas Fikri exchange us to the store directly after this magrib yes." said Fikri. Rahma nodded too. From there Fikri again grabbed Rahma's chin and kissed her lips even though she occasionally had to take off because of hearing someone's footsteps. Chuckled for a moment and then continued again.

Sure enough, after one week, they both took a leave of absence to Jakarta with both Fikri's parents to apply for Rahma. The event went smoothly until the two returned to Palembang to live their activities as usual.

It looks like Fikri is changing his attitude for the better. Although yaaa still. He still does not open with his phone to Rahma. Although only borrowing it for a while Fikri still did not allow it. He even said when married later there will be rules that he wants to emphasize the privacy of his phone. Neither he nor Rahma should check their phones. Actually Rahma does not matter if Fikri wants to check Rahma's phone but yes... He does not want to ask a lot of questions that will cause a small debate between them because it is lately they return often argue closer to the date of their marriage.

Until the night of one week before their wedding Rahma hears Fikri's voice for the last time first before finally accepting the reality of the accident that killed Fikri. Even Fikri's mother also sent a photo of Fikri's body that had been stretched stiff with a white cloth bound in a circle from the chin to the top of his head.

(Flashback is on)

"She said she wanted a deck story, but she suddenly cried" Irsyad said.

Rahma touched Irsyad's face. "The point is he said he was not ready to accept Rahma hijab mas." The answer. Yes, the daydream that spent several chapters was only in the mind of Rahma, he did not tell it all to Irsyad.

"Cute funny guy. Wife-to-be would have hijab even banned."

Rahma smiled wryly. "And Rahma even got a husband who requires Rahma to hijab hehehe funny if remembered." said Rahma.

Irsyad observes Rahma's suddenly moody face. "Why's dee?"

"It's okay mas, it's just a month ago received something reality that makes Rahma feel claustrophobic."

"What?"

"Emmm, it turns out that when Fikri mas lied to Rahma."

"Look what?"

"The night before his departure. He calls Rahma that he is on night watch, but only a month ago Rahma saw the post of a female doctor who Rahma knows, while posting a photo of Fikri mas who is sleeping in her bed."

"Astaghfirullah."

"And at that time Rahma just asked one of the ER nurses there, asking whether Mas Fikri took care of the night before the fateful incident?"

"Then answer?" ask Irsyad.

Rahma shakes. "Mas Fikri was already in his retirement that day. And the night he called? If it is combined with the photo posted by the woman's doctor. Then that night mas Fikri was with him." continued Rahma lirih.

"Innalillah." murmured Irsyad.

"And I heard the rumour. About the condition of Fikri mas at that time he was driving under the influence of alcohol."

"Yes Allah. Stop Rahma. His situation is not discussed again. May Allah forgive his sins. And Rahma's deck must also forgive her." Irsyad kissed Rahma and hugged her.

"Rahma was discussing this just want to give thanks very much and apologize to Irsyad" said Rahma. Irsyad took off her arms

"I'm sorry for what?"

"Because you have cursed first, hate you because you have been presumptuous to preach Rahma."

"Well, did you have such thoughts first?" Irsyad.

"Have forgotten? Rahma alone until disgusted with all the talk of Irsyad mass who support the fuss."

"Hehehe Rahma's... Rahma..."

Rahma grabbed Irsyad's hand and kissed him. "Truely said Irsyad, when we lose something. We should have accepted all of that. Because God gives us the best, what we need is not what we really want."

"When there is sincerity, Allah will replace it with a better one. I lost a Fikri mas who always made me hurt. But I get Irsyad mass that always makes me happy and feel loved." he murmured.

"Dek Rahma nih makes the mas anxious. Smart muji now." Irsyad's cheeks blurted from being praised too much.

"That's serious, mas. I can't imagine what it would be like if Rahma really married Mas Fikri. Maybe Rahma won't be as happy now as Ustadz Irsyad's wife."

"MasyaAllah. Do not praise me anymore. So you want this again, Rahma."

Rahma chuckles. "What?"

"What's yes?" Irsyad pretends to think but his hands have started to work giving a touch of love for his wife to spoil him and then do it again. Hahaha sorry yes for the unmarried singles have been made envious of Rahma and Irsyad....