Pledge of Love Ustadz Irsyad
meeting because tasbih

The morning sky is still dark on Monday. There was the sound of the morning Adhan coming from one mosque to another mosque. Irsyad went into his room after having performed dhikr after the prayer in the third of the night, in order to wake his wife.

A warm smile rang when Rahma was ready with her clean clothes.

"Subhanallah, I'm glad that Rahma has been diligent in waking up in the morning without waking up."

"Maybe because I'm used to it. So Rahma's eyes opened on their own at four in the morning" he said. Irsyad kissed his wife's forehead feeling proud. Rahma's eyes were fixed on the prayer mat hanging on Irsyad's shoulder.

"Why bring a prayer mat?" ask Rahma.

"Mas wants to pray in the mosque dear, since married mas very rarely to the mosque again every dawn, only when Rahma menstruates, and nifas first."

"Yes, but you do have to believe in Rahma, right?" ask Rahma.

Irsyad smiles. "Honey, in fact the man is more obligated to pray in the mosque than at home. Yesterday I only taught you to be more obedient. Because Rahma still likes to be upset if mas ask dawn prayers on time, njai and zikir. If now I'm happy because I don't need to be told to, uh... This wife of mine has already directly reached for the Qur'an."

Rahma's face was a little sour. "Rahma morning prayers alone dong?" muttered.

Irsyad stroked Rahma's head gently. "Rahma, yesterday after teaching mas stopped by a stall near here. And met with Mr. RT, he asked the mas to routinely go to the mosque again every dawn and open a dawn lecture for mosque worshipers there again as when the mas was not married."

"That's it."

"Dear, it's okay. Rahma was smart, Rahma prayed at home. We have to go to the mosque first. Assalamu'alaikum" he said subtly, Rahma nodded and kissed the back of Irsyad's hand and answered Irsyad's greeting.

Her husband was truly a man who was greatly admired and had always been a role model for the citizens of this complex. In fact, almost every study that is held always wants her husband to fill. Not only that some mosques also want Ustadz Irsyad to be an imam there. Since her marriage, she has rarely been in a mosque.

Somewhat unpleasant Ustadz actually to the residents there, he asked his worshipers to stay together but themselves after marriage was very rare.

There are some of them who understand when early Ustadz married he had to guide the wife. But still it has been running for four more years. And it is time for Irsyad to fill the mosque again as Imam and preacher there.

***

At eight in the morning Irsyad had arrived at his campus. Today he will hold a quiz, and has prepared with the questions he copied into several sheets.

"Assalamu'alaikum Ustadz."

"Walaikumsalam Ustadz Rahmat, just came huh?" ask Irsyad while shaking and then stick their two cheeks alternately left and then right.

"Yes Ustadz, emmm later so visit Pak Huda together right after this Zhuhur?" ask Ustadz Rahmat.

"God willing tadz, I also have permission on my wife."

"All right then. You see, Mr. Huda came back from the hospital last night."

"Oh so, huh? Then we'll just go see him at his house, okay?" Irsyad.

"Yes tadz." replied Ustadz Rahmat.

"I went to class first, Assalamu'alaikum" he said.

"Walaikumsalam warahmatullah" replied Ustadz Rahmat as he walked to his desk.

Irsyad also entered his classroom. There the students and students gathered. And the quiz began shortly after Irsyad split the page.

Irsyad walked around the students to the corner of the back room. He stood in the corner of the room, with his hands crossed in front of his chest, staring at the window leading to a mosque dome.

Irsyad's mind now drifted to the early years where he had just taught at this campus.

(flashback on)

A woman who had just come out of the mosque rushed to her friend.

"Nissa, come on, we have a quiz." exclaimed a friend.

"Wait... Hold on—" cried the woman who was busy struggling with her socks. When he finished, he moved and hurried away.

So in a hurry, his fingers grabbed the prayer beads that were held by Ustadz Irsyad until they were attracted and broke.

The seeds of the tasbih were also scattered.

Just touch the woman's eyes widened fixed on the broken prayer beads.

"Innallah... Mr. Irsyad please forgive me yes, really forgive me." He said in panic, but his gaze was not fixed on Irsyad, his eyes were still directed at the seeds of the beads quickly he crouched down picking up the seeds of the beads one by one.

"Don't, it's okay deck. You just go to class there." said Irsyad.

"No, Mr. Irsyad, I have to take responsibility." the girl was still busy picking her up and holding her in her big hijab.

Irsyad turned his face as the woman moved and stared at him. Actually not towards him directly still slightly lowered "sir Irsyad. This let me take ya." he said.

"For what? It was just thrown away."

'Receiving from his hand will only make me tremble, quickly get out of here. I beg you.' Irsyad's inner self that can't linger around him. Though if he wants to go straight away can also but it seems like his legs become stiff.

"No sir, I'll fix it" he said.

"Ti.no need. Seriously. You just go back to your class and throw it away."

"Yes sir, I'm sorry Assalamu'alaikum" he said he walked quickly away from Irsyad.

"valdiamond..." Mumbled. He immediately went to the mosque where his initial destination came there.

(flashback off)

the shadow also shifted when he met a veiled woman.

'i am Annisa Nur Istiqosah, former student of Mr. Irsyad first.' degg degg

A vibration on his phone blew Irsyad's daydream... He quickly shook his head as much as possible.

Then open the short message that Rahma sent.

(Assalamualaikum Mas, go home later buy Rahma diapers yes for the twins.)

Irsyad typed something.

(Walaikumsalam. yes deck, Later after returning from Huda sir House yes.) reply.

Irsyad shook his head quickly 'O Allah why did I suddenly become reminded of those times? Astaghfirullahalazim o Allah... Forgive the sins of the Servant O Allah.' the inner Irshad.